As promised last week, here’s a teaser from my story ‘Lovely Rita’ which appears in Tenille Brown’s Can’t Get Enough. The looks of the Rita from the title are based on those of a real life famous-person Rita (but not Rita Mae Brown ;-p), but really, you’d need to read the story to (possibly) guess who. 😉
As a reminder, here’s the blurb for Can’t Get Enough:
Picking up where Gotta Have It left off, Can’t Get Enough captures the passion and intensity of quickies and nooners: those delicious times when the urge to merge takes over. Veteran erotica author and first-time editor Tenille Brown has collected stories for Can’t Get Enough that highlight the essence of insatiable desire. With contributions from familiar names like Rachel Kramer Bussel, Jacqueline Applebee and Giselle Renarde, along with newer faces like Monica Corwin and Beatrix Ellroy, this is a book full of diverse and dynamic characters who are bold and daring. The authors here knock the theme of Can’t Get Enough right out of the park with stories that will leave readers as breathless as the characters they’re reading about, dying for more.
And here’s my teaser snippet:
Sweat trickled down my temples as I danced for the first time in months. I didn’t care if Rita showed up. I boogied myself into a state of indifference I’d been craving for weeks. Pushing my arms above my head, I relished the predatory looks my exposed belly button received. Being declared too monogamous for Rita’s standards didn’t spoil me for this crowd. Just because I wasn’t one for sharing loved ones, didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the thrill of a one-night stand.
A girl dressed in black leather pants and not much else swayed closer to me. I’d been working on my abs tirelessly since Rita left me, and now they were working for me. She pressed her hips into my behind and left them there, finding the rhythm with me. I guess you could call it dancing.
“Want a beer?” she yelled into my ear over the thundering bass.
I spun around to get a good look at her face. Hair tied back in a loose ponytail, some curls springing free. Intense black eyes and no makeup on her face. Zero resemblance to Rita.
“Yes, please.” I shot her a smile. I was out of practice and fairly certain the sexy grin I was aiming for looked more like an insecure smirk, but she nodded and headed for the bar. I exhaled and brushed a strand of hair away from my forehead.
That’s when I saw her.
Important note: It should be quite clear from the pair of men’s legs on the cover, but Can’t Get Enough is NOT a lesbian erotica anthology (although quite a few stories explore the delights of lady loving, including mine, of course.)
You can buy Can’t Get Enough from Cleis, Amazon and everywhere else you like to shop for smut.
