What do you like to read when you relax in your beach chair while the waves lap at your feet? I have always loved short story collections. When I was growing up, I devoured short story collections by Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, H. P. Lovecraft, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Rather than read romances when I was a kid, I read horror stories and mysteries. But I have always loved short stories. I own huge books of collections of short stories with themes, including erotica and erotic romance. So, due to my love of short stories, I decided to create my own collection of short fiction. That book is "Summer Heat: Steaming Stories For A Hot Summer Afternoon". The book is exactly what it sounds like - light, hot, sizzling stories to arouse and excite you while you relax at the beach or sit in a lawn chair in your garden on a hot summer afternoon.
Get a glass of lemonade or iced tea, your sun tan lotion, and your sun glasses. Get ready for some hot excerpts! I include a link so that you may buy the book.
Isn't this the hottest cover? You can fry an egg on his stomach! LOL!
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This book is a real scorcher!
I wrote some hot stories that will singe your hair faster than the sun will burn you.
Here's my blurb:
Five sexy stories to set your pulse racing on a hot summer afternoon. A shapeshifter finds herself in a very compromised position with the man of her dreams. Two luscious women have sexy fun with popsicles to ward off the summer heat. A man, a woman, a remote controlled vibrator, and a church picnic. Use your imagination. A missing kitty brings Kat together with her very sexy neighbor. Jenny is a tough-as-nails prosecutor by day – but a submissive wench by night. When the summer heat is at its hottest, you never know what might happen.
Here's an excerpt from the shapeshifter story, "Double Shift". Background: Mary Sparrow is a plain little shapeshifter who is in her gorgeous neighbor's apartment to feed her cats while she's away, but Mary can't resist trying on some of Michelle's clothes - while in Michelle's form. She didn't count on Michelle's lover, Brian, walking in on her while she is in Michelle's form. She can't tell Brian who she really is, because she's madly in love with him. She finds she's also attracted to Michelle. What a quandry! How does Mary get herself out of this sticky situation?
Oh, no!! Did Michelle cancel her trip? I have nowhere to hide and it’s too early to shift back.
Up the creek without the proverbial paddle, Mary turned to go to the front room and face the music if that was to happen.
"Hey, Michelle! I'm bored! Let's go out tonight."
Brian, it’s Brian, of course he would have a key. Mary's heart pounded in her chest at the thought of being with Brian as Michelle. What on earth do I do now, and what if Michelle calls him from Houston? How do I explain being here and in Houston?
As an intimate boyfriend would, Brian simply walked into Michelle's bedroom to catch Mary standing frozen in the crimson dress.
"Oh, schmoochie, is that your fuck me dress I see you slipping into. Something else on your mind perhaps, we don't have to go out, we could stay right here."
Oh no, I had no idea, but it makes sense, a bright crimson dress. Easy, girl, don't panic, there has to be a way out of this. "Perhaps later, lover, but let's go clubbing first, you know how that gets me going."
Mary had never been clubbing in her life, but she knew Brian and Michelle did. She had seen them, dressed to the nines, leaving the complex, but come to think of it she had never seen Michelle in this dress. So I guess it is a fuck me dress, meant to be taken off. Would that be so bad?
"Clubbing it is, and if you wear that I'll be hard all night long, babe. Cleo's it is then?" Brian moved to her and placed his hand on her hips, but they weren’t there long, and they slipped down to caress her ass.
It felt good, but Mary wasn't used to this as Michelle was, and she moved away. "Okay, Cleo's, should I change, I don't want you all over me until we get home." A night of clubbing, and coming back here and letting Brian make love to me. It will be a great memory, one I'll cherish forever.
"At Cleo's, I can't see it would matter what you came in wearing. You're funny, Michelle, worrying about what to wear to Cleo's."
Mary had never heard of Cleo's, and she didn’t understand Brian’s comment, but she trusted him, and it would not look good for her to nag at him with questions about a place Michelle had obviously been to. Maybe it's very casual, they don't care what you wear. The dress will be fine.
"Can you give me so time for makeup, or do we have to rush?"
"We have time. I'll be in the living room, and I'll put on some music."
Unsteady from all that had gone on, Mary felt good settling into Michelle's makeup table, although she just put on lip gloss and some touchup. Michelle is so naturally beautiful she doesn't need a lot of makeup.
Okay, so I go clubbing with Brian and we come back here and have great sex, which I'll remember my whole life. Then I have to sneak out if he stays the night, or else he'll wake up beside scary Mary. So I
sneak out in the middle of the night to go back to my apartment, but that doesn't really work either because he'll wake up in Michelle's apartment with her gone. One good thing though, she may be trying to call him at his place, so if he’s here at least he doesn't get those calls. More nervous and tense than she had been in years, Mary knew the stress could trigger the change back earlier than the twelve hour maximum.