A Hot-Hot Greetings to all those in reader-land!With Vixen Bright's and Zachary Zane's BOOK NOOKIE-A LIBRARIAN'S GUIDE TO THE DO-ME DECIMAL SYSTEM about to be released we'd like to share an excerpt from the beginning of each
vignette over the final sizzling weeks of summer. We hope you enjoyed and want to read more...more...more...!
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The Story:At the library, while the facially scared Kathryn Pines obsesses over books,Keen Edge appears out of nowhere. Looking exactly like the sizzling hunk on a book cover, he invites Kathryn to journey with him into stories, she the heroine, he the hero. Every lusty, luscious, whimsical adventure is overlaid with elements of bondage and submission.
Kathryn surrenders to the passions and adventures of four tales raging from contemporary to fantasy, and soon loses her heart to Keen. Keen, though, isn’t just a character in a book and his invitation to forever might be more ominous than it appears.
Excerpt:
ONE
“I think tonight I shall toy with the fantasy of
being a rich debutante,
Clare, and my father, a baron, who had hired a
virile stable boy.” She read
out loud a book’s inside blurb then looked at the
salacious cover, “He’s far
less the boy, much more the stunning man.”
“Thank you,” rang a response.
Kathryn turned. “May I help you?”
“Might I ye?”
“Who are you?”
The handsome dark-haired man, a crescent scar
filling his left cheek,
wore a linen unbuttoned, sleeveless shirt. They
displayed massive arms,
while his stomach muscles rippled beneath bronzed
skin. With canted head,
he winked, “Don’t ye know?”
The familiar twinges in her pussy encouraged her to
touch. His
handsome features and well-developed physique
spontaneously spawned
those twitches. “No.”
He studied her as if devouring every stitch of
clothing, chewing them
off of her, leaving her vulnerable and naked. “Ye
called me—stunning.”
Recollection snapped her eyes, as she turned to the
cover of the book
in her hand, stared and flashed back to the man before
her. His image was on
the bodice ripper’s cover. “You!”
“T’is I, milady. I am Keen. Might I help ye?”
“Is this a joke?” Though anger simmered, the thought
anyone cared
enough to pull a prank was also flattering.
“Keen, does not joke with a goddess such as ye.”
“I’m being punked aren’t I?”
“No, milady.”
“Explain.”
“Delighted!”
His pantaloons shifted. A tuff of dark hair just
below his navel stole
her attention. Its thickness hinted at a cock
amassed in hair. Kathryn chased
the fantasy away. “Well? Explain.”
Keen flicked a wrist, a book fell from a shelf eight
feet off of the
floor and he caught it without acting as if he saw
it. The man spun in a
fanciful manner, winked, and placed it onto her lap.
The back of his hand
intentionally pushed downward onto her mound in the
brazen act of a brash
cad. Once she acknowledged his naughty toying, he
retreated, waved his
hand over the pages, they fanned, flowed fifty deep,
and stopped. “Read.” He
gently stroked a single finger across her cheek.
She, for only a fleeting second, regretted chasing that
hand, that
hand which expressed interest in her pussy, the
first which ever had. Could
she grab it, pull it back? Was it far too slutty?
Her thoughts were broken by, “Read!”
She did aloud, “Most know not the true soul of the
written word.
Beyond its simple story-telling lives a deeper
truth. Ideas are alive and need a
vehicle. The pen floating upon imagination is just
that.” She paused. “Ok?”
He traced one finger from temple to mouth. “Read on.”
He smiled,
his blue eyes infesting her.
Touch me again she
pined. The alpha male dominated, quieting her
verbal reaction, yet, igniting the craze of her
fascination about feelings.
“Read on.”
“Very few ever become a trusted confidante of the
soul of the written
word. But when they do, those very words grant a
special gift.” She looked
up. “What?”
He held his hands out to his sides, palms up as if
presenting.
“You?”
“Me!”
The man knelt before her, kissed the knuckles of her
hand, stared
along her dress’ edge, and then followed the trail
of her legs to her white
panties.
His gaze smoldered on her pussy, warming it, as she
felt it exploring.
She blushed knowing he could see a lot and pushed
him away.
“Finish,” he instructed.
She continued, “The energy of the word, offers a
guide, a familiar, a
cohort, a playpal, and a soul mate to more
intimately trek the pages of the
great tales.”
He spun once more.
“K..k..k...?” she questioned, in an exaggerated
query.
“I am Keen Edge.”
“Yeah, right!”
“I am your gift.”
“Happy birthday to me.”
“I offer you a rare opportunity to experience
stories in a grander
way.”
“How?” The idea of books pulled her further into
him.
“Take my hand and we can jump into the pages.” He
reached for her,
barely touching her breast.
“I’ll pass.”
“As you wish milady.” His hand backtracked.
“I wish.”
He turned away then turned back. “You wear white
lace with
elegance and grace. I would defend them as my
colors.”
Kathryn blushed. “Keen!”
“Enjoy my life as the sate to Clare. I do wish it
was you there.
Kathryn, I am always at your beckon.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I have always known you. Your spirit was bound to
mine years
earlier.”
“No way.”
“If you ever wish me to return. Say aloud, Join
me Keen, and I shall
rush to be with you.”
She looked down at the book he had placed on her
lap. It was gone.
She looked up, he also vanished. “Odd,” she
rationalized. “I’m asleep.”
Kathryn read the book of the stable boy, discovered
he received his
crescent scar when a bucking stallion kicked his
face while saving Clare.
Kathryn found great fascination in the description
of his penis, portrayed as
large with a slight tilt to the left. She resisted
the overpowering desire to
masturbate. Why? The intrigue and mystery
out-weighed the need. Of
course, being Clare’s first lover, the sensual sex
they shared titillated her. She
resisted but the power of lust mesmerized her. She
pondered over the penis
size which created some difficultly accessing Clare’s
pussy, but Kathryn felt
contrite satisfaction as the two, founded in one
purpose, diligently made it
happen. She wanted that huge thing in Clare, wanted
to finally know how
something so awesome felt. Kathryn also recognized
the beauty in the loss of
Clare’s virginity and Keen’s sensitivity for her
sate. Kathryn wanted to be
Clare.
She finished, placed the book down, but did not cry.
Instead she
perused the possibilities Keen offered earlier.
A guide? To where? For what?
A familiar? The word made her feel warm.
A friend? How nice.
A cohort? She did like the naughtiness in him which
she witnessed.
A playpal? He touched her and she yearned to know
sexual pleasure.
And a soul mate? She
then cried.
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