Please Come Again by C’ann Inman

One woman. Hundreds of sex toys. Thousands of fantasies.
Samantha Walker goes shopping one weekend and finds the unexpected. “Please Come Again” is an adult toy store with a bit of a twist. Each item in the store is tied to staff who access customer fantasies and act them out. She is drafted as the new owner with a “look but don’t touch” policy.
Rules are made to be broken, and Sam breaks quite a few before she realizes how to manage the store. That doesn’t help her when a one-night stand keeps visiting, and she can’t get the staff she had sex with, when a customer, out of her head.

SKU: B07V581H7M Categories: Erotica, Fantasy Tags: adult toy store, C'ann Inman, erotic romance, sex toys

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I’m an Oklahoma Author who has been publishing books for over a decade. I work at a central Oklahoma library and have done several author panels with other Oklahoma authors such as Sharon Sala, Merline Lovelace, and Mel Odom. I love talking about writing to anyone who listens and understands that loving what you’re doing is everything.

I already have an online presence with Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads. I've been reviewed by Romantic Times Magazine, Coffee Time Romance, and Bitten by Books. I’m currently building my following on Facebook @Inmanbooks.

I enjoy writing about relationship dynamics which is why romance is a good fit. But it’s also the core of every story. Capturing the human condition with all its facets is a rewarding challenge.

I choose to write my spicier romance under C'ann Inman. My other offerings are under Crystal Inman.
I've read romance since I was ten. I've loved romance my entire life. Writing seemed a natural part of that. It's like nothing else for me.

What inspired you to write your book?

I honestly could not get the idea of an Adult Toy Store setting out of my head. All those different products. But then I started to think about my heroine and what she would be doing. And wouldn't it be funny, not HA HA funny, but STRANGE funny, if she went in to shop, and couldn't leave?
She would need a cast of characters to interact with, but no one would LIVE at the store, now, would they?
They would if they were PART of the shop.
And off I went…

Here is a short sample from the book:

Samantha hummed as she walked. She carried three bags full of new underwear and a couple of pieces of costume jewelry. The new silver bracelets jingled along her arm. She smiled at the sound.
Sometimes Samantha believed she worked to support her underwear fetish. Nothing better than a pretty pair of panties or lacy bra. The spring sun warmed her bare arms as she walked down the sidewalk downtown. Suddenly, she stopped.
The shop was tucked back a bit. Or seemed to be. All the other store fronts advertised the values found inside. Neon signs beckoned to shoppers. This door was nondescript. A simple brass door with the words “Please Come Again” etched in white against tinted glass. Fascinating. Maybe they were closed. Samantha frowned. Surely not in the middle of the day. She checked her little gold watch. Only three o'clock. Her hand closed around the door knob. It turned soundlessly and opened.
Samantha’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. The door shut behind her, but she didn't notice. It was a massive adult toy store. Each wall painted a vibrant color to showcase its wares. To her left was a crimson red wall with blow-up dolls. Plastic pussies open and willing to be fucked with a realistic strip of pubic hair above full open lips. Male dolls with huge erections and willing mouths for women to use and be pleasured.
The next wall painted a deep orange that displayed shelf after shelf of lotion, lubricants and creams. Samantha walked over and read a bottle of a red liquid. Luscious cherry. Guaranteed to make your partner of choice taste sweet.
Beyond the orange was a dark yellow that boasted a full wall of whips, chains, and cuffs. Samantha shook her head at the ball gags and restraints. She'd never done heavy bondage. Looked like the shit would hurt. Farther down were the dildos and strap-ons. Huge plastic penises guaranteed to pleasure.
The next wall was a forest green that had racks of magazines with naked men and women on the front. And none of the titles were blocked or censored. One man sucked another's cock while a third fucked him from behind. Two women enjoyed the sixty-nine position. Their faces buried in each other's pussy. And one was a tangle of limbs that Samantha didn't even try to figure out.
The last wall was blue. She walked over to it slowly. Naughty lingerie. Crotchless panties. Bras that showed nipples. Thongs. Below the underwear were the vibrators. Bullets, rabbits, and butterflies. Right now, it all appealed to her.
Her body responded as soon as she caught sight of what the store offered. Always a visual person, she knew it had been over a year since she'd enjoyed a trip to the toy store. She couldn't wait to make a couple of purchases and try them out. All the visuals of fucking danced in her head. Her clit throbbed in anticipation.
Samantha took a deep breath and looked toward the register at the front. A petite blonde with big blue eyes watched her hopefully.
“Can I help you?”
“Just looking.” Samantha smiled and gestured. “Quite a store you have here. Can't believe I've never seen it before.”
“It's been around,” the girl replied cryptically. “Let me know if I can help you.”
“Sure.” Samantha walked back over to the bondage supplies. Handcuffs always fascinated her. She wanted to be able to have a partner to trust to use them. Hadn't happened yet. She touched a pair of black leather handcuffs gently.
The next second her hands were cuffed in front of her, and she was no longer in the store. She looked around the plain white room and frowned. Had she blacked out?
“What the fuck?” she muttered.
“What can I do for you, darlin'?”
Samantha's head swiveled toward the soft voice, and she watched the tall stranger walk out of the shadows. Oh my. Her breath literally caught in her throat.
Six foot four if an inch. Muscles that rippled along a bare chest and arms she couldn't put both hands around. His blue jeans molded to long muscular legs and thighs. He wore a cowboy hat dipped low over his eyes with long light brown hair that poked out beneath it and curled every which way. His brown cowboy boots clicked on the concrete floor as he walked slowly over to her.
He lifted his head and pierced her with sky blue eyes. “Cat got your tongue, darlin'?”
“I think I'm lost.” Samantha held out her hands and showed him the cuffs.
“Ah. The cuffs got you, did they?” He grinned and showed her perfectly white teeth. “It's been a slow day. I'm more than happy to oblige.”
Samantha smiled gratefully as he took her hands by the center of the cuffs. Before she knew what happened, he lifted them over her head. She heard the sound of metal hitting metal. Then she couldn't bring her hands back down. Her smile died.
“Listen…” Panic crept into the edges of her voice.
“Shhhh.” The man held his finger against her lips. “I know what you need darlin'. Better than you, probably. Just let me.”