Retail Therapy by G.R Grayson

Retail-Therapy-300515“Is there a boyfriend or husband I have to steal you away from?”
I stood there shocked by the handsome customer’s direct approach . I was quite used to being hit on, but this good looking man brought new levels of confidence.
“Ah…Ah…Ah,” I sputtered. “Ah… No.”
“Good. I’m James. What time can I pick you up.”
A eight o’clock I stood in front of the mirror inspecting the black sheath of a dress that wore like a second skin. It was sleeveless with a deep neckline filled with black sheer that contained my voluminous breasts.
I was ready for a hot date and I wasn’t about to be disappointed!
Things are certainly getting hot in the suburbs!

Targeted Audience: Adult Erotica Over 21

Author Bio:
I have often been asked by friends:
“How does a suburban housewife become an author of erotica? The stories are so hot, and you’re so sweet!”
I have found I have a special talent. A talent in finding out what people do when the lights are low, the clothes come off and things get wild. I love to share it with you!
You see people walking down the street, at work, at the supermarket, at church and of course at the hairdressers and they look prim and proper and carry them selves as high upstanding citizens who never fever feel the tinges of passion and the heat of lust.
Well I’m here to tell you they do!
When my husband began to travel for business more and the girls at the hairdresser’s were always talking about their latest man, I decided instead of sitting home and being frustrated, I would write down their stories and other tales I hear in the suburbs. I call these stories “Urban Heat” and I think you’ll love them!

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
To explore fun and exciting sex in the suburbs

Read more, including a sample from the book
Sample from Book:

Taking the atomizer of aftershave from the counter I gently took his hand in mine, turning it so that the underside of his wrist was exposed to the spray. The contact with his hand was as if a bolt of electricity had burst through my body. Again looking into his eyes, I gently squirted a little of the fragrant liquid onto his skin.
“Smell,” I said, reluctantly releasing his hand and the wild energy that it brought.
Obediently he sniffed his wrist and re-joined my gaze.
“Is there a boyfriend or husband I have to steal you away from?”
I stood there shocked. I was quite used to being hit on, but this good looking man brought new levels of confidence and directness.
“Ah…Ah…Ah,” I sputtered. “Ah… No.”
“Good. I’m James. What time can I pick you up?”
“Ah… Stephanie. Where are you taking me?”
“Dinner then sex.”
“Wow! I exclaimed. “You don’t beat around the bush.”
“I don’t have time for that anymore. When I want a woman, I tell her.”
“Well…” I hesitated, madly thinking whether I was going to accept a wild and forthright invitation or was going to make an excuse and blow him off.
“Eight would be good,” I heard myself say.

Website(s)
Author Home Page Link
Link To Buy Book On Amazon

Speak Your Mind

*