This weeks snippet comes from my short f/f erotic paranormal thriller, On The Rocks.
I was looking through an encyclopaedia when the phrase "Femme Fatale Amphibian," jumped off the page at me. Well, there was just no way I could ignore a phrase like that and within moments I had a fab idea for a story, and one that was too tempting to ignore. And that is basically how On The Rocks came to be. I hope you enjoy!
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The dressing room door swung open behind me and an attractive female walked in. Her hair lay across one shoulder. Green streaks ran through the long veil of platinum blonde. As I watched, she wrapped her hands in the material of her black T-shirt and pulled it upward, unveiling lush curves and flawless alabaster skin.
Striking green eyes fixed on me. An odd electric heat seemed to pulsate from my chest to every section of my body.
“Sorry, I had no idea anyone was in here.” Each melodic word brushed like velvet against my skin.
“No worries.” Goosebumps broke on my arms. “I was just leaving.”
She pulled the T-shirt the rest of the way off. My throat dried at the sight of her voluptuous breasts falling free. Large dusky rose nipples puckered into two little buds in the cool air.
“You must be our new waitress?”
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"On the Rocks" is the hottest club on South Padre Island, and Meghan's new workplace.
If the warped mermaid uniform isn't enough, the fact that she can't stop thinking about the club's singer, Zenzie, is. Everything about the female gets Meghan hot, but when she finally gets her shot with the temptress, it turns out Zenzie isn't as perfect, or as human, as Meghan thought.
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