Today I’m participating in the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop, organized by Jane Wakely.
There are a couple of prizes awaiting you at the end of this blog post, including the chance to win a $75 Amazon gift card, so stick around for some fun.
Now apparently in some U.S. states, September is already cold and blustery, with falling leaves and chilly temps. Not so, here in sunny SoCal, where we’re actually enduring a heat advisory this week — how ironic!
However, in the spirit of Fall and romances that will warm you up on a cold autumn night, I’ve decided to include a snippet from my erotic novella, Naked Montreal. If you can name a romance or erotica story set in a colder place than Montreal, I’d love to hear about it.
For those who’ve never visited in the chilliest of months (February is usually the iciest), Montreal can get downright frigid, with temperatures hitting -40. Just one of the many fun facts I learned while living in the Sin City of the North is that -40 is the point at which the Fahrenheit and Celsius temperature scales align exactly. BRRR!
So let’s heat things up with a brief excerpt from Frankie, the narrator of Naked Montreal and a sexy tour guide by trade. She’s just entered a strip club with a client, and she’s going to show him just how things are done in her line of work.
Excerpt from Naked Montreal
Be a doll and order me a Cosmopolitan, won’t you darling?
You’re a darling, so you do. I wink at Ms. Sugar Tits, who is squeezing them for all to see, pulling down her bra and layering on the whipped cream.
“Who’ll be the lucky boy this evening?” she’s yelling over the bump and grind of Aerosmith or G’N’R or some other stripping cliché.
And the men are on their feet, cheering, clapping, hooting and hollering. Some are waving their hands in a “Pick me!” gesture. Wolf whistlers are blasting in my ear. I’m the only one calmly seated, a half-smirk upon my face. I’ve seen these dogs do these tricks a million times. It’s half comedy and equal parts tragedy, so Shakespearean as they strut and fret on their own little stages, day in and day out.
Ms. Sugar Tits is licking the cream off her own bouncing bosom, to much more hooting, hollering and cheering from the crowd. She is making to-die-for O-faces, and they are sweating and stammering and yelling “Yeah, baby! Lick them titties!” and then she points at one of them, who jumps up on the stage, only to be pushed away by the fabulous Sugar Tits, who shouts “Not you, HER!”
I’m pulled up onstage again. It happens every time – a classy dame in a place like this? It’s a given. I accept my fate. I pretend to blush, hold a hand over my mouth in an expression of false modesty. Sugar Tits leans her heavenly, creamed bust down to me (she is Amazonian in her high glass heels), the cherries on top poking through the layer of foamy spray, and I slide my tongue slowly out to meet them, eyes closed but peeking, heading closer and closer as the men roar in excitement for this faux lesbian fantasy playing out before them and BAM! Contact. I’m swiping through the mountain of whipping cream with my tongue, clearing a path with my hands, sucking down those taut titties as Ms. Sugar Tits moans with fake delight and slips a hand down her panties. We writhe on the stage in this stunning facsimile of sex as the men’s howling sounds more and more like wolves braying at the moon until finally the spotlight drops and we are plunged into darkness.
Show’s over, fellas. Sugar Tits whispers “Thanks, doll!” huskily into my ear and pats me on the rump. “I’m off at three if you want another piece of this.” I can see her wink even in the darkness, and I just smile and wipe my mouth daintily with the back of my hand.
Another day in the life of The Fixer is just beginning.
And now, the bit you’ve all been waiting for: fabulous prizes!
If I’ve caught your attention and you’d like to win your very own copy of Naked Montreal, you’re in luck. One fantastic reader, chosen at random, will win a digital copy of the book just by commenting on this blog post. All you have to do is tell me where you’d most like to go on a romantic getaway and why.
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