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Anonymous (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,305
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]

Jennifer Hartstrum has trouble with men. Her relationship with an abusive father left her with a speech impediment that flares up only when she dates. Her friend talks her into trying an exciting new dating experience, the Anonymous Club, a place where a date is an adventure and fantasies can come true. One must choose an alias, and anonymity is guaranteed.

Andrew Martin is looking for a woman who can keep up with him outside of the bedroom as well as in bed. He tries the Anonymous Club with low expectations.

When Jennifer and Andrew meet, it is Chemistry 101. Have they found what they are looking for? In a world of aliases and mystery, is anyone really who they say they are? What happens when anonymity is good for one but not the other?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt

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STORY EXCERPT

 

“What did you choose for tonight?” Megan asked, standing in the doorway to Jennifer’s bedroom.

“The Librarian.”

“Figures.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jennifer asked as she stepped on the stool and reached for the top shelf of the closet.

“Where do you work? Oh that’s right, a bookstore.”

“Cut me some slack. I’ve tried The Stewardess, On the Ranch, and The Fireman. I think I deserve a break from the unusual,” she said as she grabbed the shoe box.

“I’m sorry they didn’t turn out very well for you, Jen. They sounded like fun to me. “

“They weren’t that bad. I just wasn’t expecting the guys to be ‘acting the part’ so to speak. Once I got past that I was okay. I’m just glad you can blackball names. I don’t want to waste my time with any of them again. At least they were all gentlemen and accepted no for an answer when the subject of sex came up at the end of the night. ”

“I knew they would be. I’ll see you later. George is waiting for me. Good luck and have some fun tonight. I won’t wait up for you this time.”

Jennifer envied Megan her relationship with George. It wasn’t perfect, but they did seem to be able to talk to each other, and they had things in common. She hoped to find that someday.

She left the house in her sweatpants and T-shirt. The makeup and wardrobe artists would change it all anyway.

 

* * * *

 

“Done,” the woman said as she stood back to survey her handiwork.

Jennifer stood and allowed herself to look in the mirror. “Is that really me?”

“Yep, all you,” the woman answered.

Her light brown hair was up in a French twist. The woman had added some temporary highlights so it looked really nice. The makeup was tastefully done. She wore a white blouse under a charcoal-gray suit. The suit was really short and way too tight as far as she was concerned, but she had to admit it showed off her ass nicely. The stiletto heels were a little uncomfortable, but she would manage for one night. And wonder upon wonder, they allowed her to wear her own glasses.

The woman handed her the prep card about the room. “Follow me,” she said. “You are to be in the room when your partner arrives.” Jennifer looked at the card. Tonight his name was Ace.

All of the rooms provided bathrooms and a bed. The bed in this room was an automated pull down hidden behind a wall of fake books. The bathroom, like all the others, had a toilet, sink, and stall shower. She looked at the paperwork. Condoms could be found in a number of easily accessible places, as they had been in the last three scenarios. There was a sofa against a wall and a heavy, old-fashioned, oak wood table with two matching chairs in the center of the room. Two bookcases created two aisles, and there were actual books on them. She was standing at the end of one of those aisles leafing through a book when the door opened.

 

* * * *

 

Ace entered the room. Shit. She was gorgeous. He wanted to jump her bones right then and there. He controlled the urge. According to the prep card, her name was Cocheta. He wondered if she knew what it meant. “Cocheta?” he said.

“Ace?” she looked up. “Are you sure you’re in the right room?”

“The Librarian, right?” he asked.

“Right,” she said as she closed the book. “You don’t exactly look like you belong here. The tight jeans and Guinea T-shirt don’t quite fit the scenario.”

“I was running late and had to skip wardrobe. I took off my shirt because I spilled coffee on it. See,” he said, showing her the garment.

“Oh.”

“So, what made you choose this scenario?” he asked as he sat down at the table. His erection was a little uncomfortable. Maybe if he got her to sit down so he couldn’t see her legs and that fantastic ass, it might let up a bit. “Have a seat,” he said. He watched her move toward the table. Her shoes clicked on the ceramic tile floor, and the high heels made her hips sway in a seductive way.

“I like books,” she said as she sat across from him and put the book onto the table.

The smile disappeared from her face, and the warm look in her eyes changed just slightly. It was as if she was preparing herself for something unpleasant.

“You’re kidding. That’s just part of the act right?”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no, I really do like books. Worse than that, I like to read them.”

There was a touch of sarcasm in her words. Ace laughed. “You like to read, and you have spunk. Very refreshing.”

“Refreshing?”

That clearly wasn’t the reply she was expecting.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He smiled. She had a sense of humor, too. But now she was so close and, God, she smelled like heaven. Her perfume filled his senses. He didn’t think he would ever forget it. “What about travel? Ever been to Egypt?” he asked.

“Actually I have.”

“The Pyramids?”

“What is Egypt without the Pyramids?” She was bending toward him.

“And sand.” He swallowed. He was having trouble holding on to his train of thought.

“Lots of sand,” she said. “And camels, too.” She was just inches from his face.

“Dirty, smelly animals,” he said. “And they spit.”

“Speaking of spit,” she said, moving closer, her face now just inches from his. “Why don’t you and I share some?” she whispered.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. Her perfume was intoxicating, and her soft, brown eyes were filled with desire.

He placed his left hand at the back of her neck. He cupped her cheek in his right. He stood up. The chair made a scratching sound across the floor. He steadied her as he lowered his mouth to hers.

The gentle pressure of his lips pressed to hers felt so good. The kiss was soft and sweet. She moaned, and his moan joined hers. Her hands traveled up his bare arms. He shifted her so she was sitting straight on the table. He nudged her legs open with his body, never breaking the kiss. She ran her fingers through and then played with his hair.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue gently separating her lips and slowly tracing the soft inside of her upper lip.

She opened her mouth and boldly sought his tongue with hers. She tightened her hold on his hair. His responding groan elicited one from her.

“In a hurry are we?” he half whispered, half rasped.

“No hurry. I just seem to be hot,” she said between shallow breaths.

“And I’m going to make you hotter.”

“Like the air in Egypt?”

“The air in Egypt is too dry. Hot and wet like the lava that destroyed Pompeii.” He breathed onto her neck.

“Now we’re into history?” She gasped as his tongue found her ear.

“Would you like me to switch to geography?” He began to unbutton her suit jacket. He slid his hand inside and cupped her breast.

“Take off my jacket,” she near panted.

“With pleasure,” he said as he relieved her of the garment.

His fingers began to loosen the buttons on her blouse. The first three he undid oh so slowly. As the blouse peeked open, showing some of her creamy smooth skin, his leisurely pace increased. “I can’t wait to look at you. We have to get rid of this blouse.”

“I can’t believe it took you this long,” she said, helping him remove her blouse. “And your T-shirt, that has to go, too. I want to touch you.”

“Later,” he said. But he complied.

She sat there, her black bra a stark contrast to her luscious skin. His hands itched to undo it, and he wanted to get her nipples into his mouth. He stood there just looking at her. His cock was almost busting out of his pants. “You are so beautiful,” he said. He bent forward and kissed the cleavage showing above the bra.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned.

He slipped his hands behind her and undid the hooks. She shrugged out of the bra. He resumed his kissing this time unimpeded by the bra. He cupped her breasts. His tongue found the areola and circled its outer ring and the slightly darker center. Her nipple tightened in response. He sucked and tugged gently, and then began to suck in earnest.

“That feels so good. It goes from my tit right into my pussy. Let me up. I want to get out of this skirt.”

“Not yet,” he said as he slipped his hand between her legs.

The short skirt allowed her to fully open her legs. His fingers found her thong. “Lift up,” he said. She lifted her ass off the table, and he deftly removed the thin black undergarment.

He kissed her mouth again. She leaned into him and put her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed into his bare chest.

His fingers found their way back to her pussy. His tongue drove into her mouth while his fingers could only tease the outer lips of her heat.

He pulled her forward to the very end of the table. “Lie back,” he said.

“But I want to—”

“Later,” he said.

She lay back, but her fingers scratched at the table.

He pulled his chair up to the table and sat down. “Grab your knees and hold them.” She followed his instructions. “Now spread them open. I want to look at that juicy cunt.”

 

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