Product Description“A you-can’t-put-it-down book. . . . Alice Adams has found a new way to tell the great American dynasty stories we all love.” --The Washington Post Alice Adams’ second novel is the portrait of a Southern-born woman as she reviews her life.From Louisa Calloway’s Southern girlhood to her debut to her first marriage, all the time surrounded by a certain tradition and all the time resisting. In lieu of her conservative, bigoted father, she chooses men who are liberal, free-spoken, Jewish. Nevertheless her first marriage is unhappy, but her second promises to be sounder, as she discovers what she really wants, can have, can become—what she really is. Views: 38
This is a curve mirror of a taboo title, see note at bottom of descriptionInstead of thanking her long-time crush Cayce Gerard after he rescues her from a truly disastrous date, Ashley Phillips wants to read him the riot act. When the gentle veterinarian uncharacteristically turns her over his knee and starts spanking her spoiled butt, Ashley's protests turn to moans and her secret is finally out. What will the good doctor do?This 6,600+ Wicked Curve title is for readers who enjoy two people moving from friends to lovers, a hard smack or ten across a woman's bare bottom, and a cock as big as Texas. (Can I get a Hell Yeah?)My heart lurched then thumped wildly at the knowledge Cayce was touching me. Not just anywhere, but down there. He had kissed my fingers, sucked at them. This wasn't a mere smack or four on the ass anymore. If Cayce didn't stop immediately, his actions were a prelude to sex. The kind of sex I'd been dreaming about for a good many years. The kind of sex I had to pretend I was having with Howard so I could climax. "We...we need to talk about this." Lifting my head, I looked across the swell of my clenched stomach and saw Cayce Gerard dumbstruck for the first time in all the years I've known him. His expression lasted half a heartbeat before he gave a dismissive shake of his head and refocused his gaze on my throbbing wet pussy. "Love, a hungry man doesn't talk about eating -- he eats." I had less than a second to register Cayce calling me love before his mouth descended onto my sex. His lips and tongue catching and sucking at my clit, he explored the perimeter of my pulsing cunt with his thumb. Each contraction found me wetter and tighter than the last. I sucked a ragged breath in -- sucked and sucked and sucked to keep from exploding all over Cayce in a creamy mess of excitement. The air released with a sharp cry. Cayce froze then he lifted his head. His gray gaze darkened as tears slid down my cheeks. Hastily, he lowered my skirt then surged up my body. "Ash, love. Shh." He smoothed his hand along my arm, trying to calm me. "I'm sorry, baby. I stopped. I won't touch you again--"Readers of Spanked by Brother - this is a slightly (from 5000 to 6600 words) expanded, non-taboo mirror, with no additional plot developments (just longer, steamier sexing - mwahahaha). Views: 38
