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Blackmail! My Husband's Horny Twin【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Sarah swears she's not a nympho, she just has a really high libido. With her husband Brad she thought she'd finally found someone to match her sex drive, but after a year of trying to have a baby Brad is "too tired" to keep up with her! Sarah's going to have to go outside her marriage if she wants to get pregnant. Lucky for her Brad's got a dumb twin brother that she can seduce…or blackmail!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Ryan set the drink down and laid his palms flat on the counter. "Whoa," he said. "This is heavy." Then he shook himself out of his reverie. "Wait. No. I can't. This is wrong."＜/p＞＜p＞"More wrong than tricking me into having sex with you?"＜/p＞＜p＞"That was years ago, Sarah! I said I was sorry!"＜/p＞＜p＞"But you weren't really sorry," I said. "You were just sorry you got caught."＜/p＞＜p＞"Sure," he said. "Absolutely. But I was caught and you threatened to kill meーor have Brad kill meーand he would be totally within his rights to."＜/p＞＜p＞"And why is that?" I said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Because you're his wife! That's adultery."＜/p＞＜p＞"Is it really adultery if the person is a genetic match?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I…" Ryan searched his sun-baked brain for the answer "…don't know! Probably. Yes. I think. Sarah, why are you doing this?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Because making you squirm gets me off," I said. "And I know you want me."＜/p＞＜p＞"Sarah, every man wants to you. You're hot and smart and you've got legs that just won't quit."＜/p＞＜p＞"Thank you," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞"But I can't."＜/p＞＜p＞I stood up. I unbound the knot in my blouse and let it hang open over my naked belly. Then I went around the kitchen counter and cornered Ryan against the sink. "So let me get this straight, Ryan." I put my hands on his chest and held myself against him, so close that I could feel him through his swim trunks. "You were willing to have sex with your brother's girlfriend when she didn't know it was you…because it was naughty, because it was wrong, because of the thrill of getting caught. And now you want me to believe that you won't take your brother's wife…because it's naughty, because it's wrong, and because she'll let you do whatever you want?"＜/p＞＜p＞I felt him stiffen. "Oh, God," he said, looking deep into my icy blue eyes.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
Rapunzel & The Handsome Stranger Book 1 of "Erotic Fairy Tales"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞For eighteen years Rapunzel has been a captive in the witch's tower. Desperate to know the world beyond her narrow window, the girl prays for sweet release. It is not only the witch and the tower she seeks to escape but the nameless ache inside her restless body. When a handsome thief charms his way into her bedroom, she knows salvation is at hand. This erotic tale is 16,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Laertes warred within his soul. He craved this maiden with a passion indescribable, the peerless beauty whose very lust blossomed from a font of sweetest purity. She begged to know the ways of men and women and he was fain to indulge her. But what great sin would it be to profane a heart so true? He touched the hand upon his trousers and whispered, "With all that I am, dearest Rapunzel, know that I love thee. But I cannot grant this wish. In the world you know not, disgrace follows women who are loved by men such as I."＜/p＞＜p＞"Men such as you?" she asked. "A prince?"＜/p＞＜p＞"A lie," he said. "I am a prince of thieves, no more. I scaled this tower in the hopes of plundering its vaunted treasures. Instead I have found the greatest treasure in the five kingdoms...and she has unmanned me with her goodness."＜/p＞＜p＞Rapunzel's fingers touched Laertes' trousers. "That is another lie. You are not unmanned, sir."＜/p＞＜p＞"Any wretched criminal would ravish you in a heartbeat," he said. "I shall not. I swear it." He dared not look at her again.＜/p＞＜p＞Rapunzel gasped to see the tears well in his sapphire eyes. Tenderly, she held his cheek. "Look upon me, Laertes. I bear the marks of your passion and know no shame. What you are a prince of makes no matter to me. I am a princess of despair! I would give you any treasure in this tower just to be rid of the smallest piece of my prison. And I would not interrupt this joyous union for the sake of a world I've never known. I promise you every treasure in this wretched tower if only you will take me too."＜/p＞＜p＞Laertes laced his fingers through her own. "I will take you, Rapunzel, I swear it."＜/p＞＜p＞"And will you show me your manhood?" she whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞"I wish to," he groaned. "I want to! But I pledged to my lost mother's soul I'd never rob an unwed woman of her virtue."＜/p＞＜p＞Rapunzel freed her hand from Laertes' grasp. "My virtue! If my virtue prohibits you from bestowing the knowledge I have waited my whole life to know, I charge you to plunder it as you would plunder my tower!" With haste, her nimble fingers began to unlace his trousers. "My virtue has gained me naught but sleepless nights," she scoffed. "I long to be rid of virtue!"＜/p＞＜p＞Laertes seized her hand. "Rapunzel, I made a vow! As God as my witness, or even your precious moon, I shall not break it."＜/p＞＜p＞Rapunzel wailed with fury. She clutched the man by his thick shoulders and searched his sky blue eyes. "Then do not break your vow!" she said. "Make me your wife."＜/p＞＜p＞Laertes gaped at the girl. "What?"＜/p＞＜p＞Rapunzel pushed herself into his lap and hung her arms about his tan neck. "Wed me, Laertes. Now! In this very moment."＜/p＞＜p＞"I haven't the power to do that," he whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes you do," she whispered back. She tugged at her ruined neckline and pushed her naked chest into his tunic. "Say I am your wife," she said. "Marry me now and we shall consummate it here in my bedroom."＜/p＞＜p＞Laertes clasped Rapunzel's cheeks between his callused palms. "As God as my witness, and your moon, I declare that we are man and wife."＜/p＞＜p＞Their kiss made the constellations gallop in the dimming sky.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor Volume 3【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby has watched her life from behind a dreary curtain of safe and dispassionate relationships, always with men, never to her satisfaction. The passion of her futanari neighbor has transformed her. Abby must admit she is in love with Leticia. She is enchanted by her futa body, challenged and delighted by her naughty mind. The couple drive north to deal with a family emergency, and fall deeper for each other in the process. Letty encourages Abby to explore her inner dom, and later experiment with backdoor fun. Abby has no idea where this road will end, but their carnal adventure has just begun.＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I was lost in her skin. She lay naked on my bed, the sheets thrown back and her long, long legs stretched to the edge of my mattress. She was asleep, the pillow crumpled up in the crook of her arm and her faded blue hair buried in its pale blue folds. Her eyelashes trembled like drunken butterflies, wings too heavy to bear.＜/p＞＜p＞She was hairless below her eyebrows, her skin a luscious vanilla cream. The only real colors on her body were the tattoos that wended across her arms and ribs and thigh. As she breathed, the shadows flexed their fingers over her breast. I was jealous of the shadows.＜/p＞＜p＞Jealousy. It stirred in me like a demon begging for exorcism. I could smell her from across the room--cedar and sweet grass--when her long, long legs brushed against each another. The scent clashed with the stale reek of cigarette that emanated from the rumple of clothes beside the bed, a reminder that she was an alien here. Did I look like her when I slept, so peaceful? Edible?＜/p＞＜p＞It was rare that I woke before her. Addicted to caffeine and frequently waking with mad dreams she was desperate to get on paper and canvas, Leticia kept strange hours. I never knew when she'd be up or down, sleeping in the afternoon or scratching at her sketchbook before the sun rose.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated to wake when it was still dark but I was too nervous to sleep. I'd promised Letty that I would drive her to her parents' house. Which meant I was going to meet her parents. Which meant what exactly I didn't know. I rose before the dawn, my mouth so dry that I gulped down three glasses of water before I had a rational thought. My stomach was a square knot and I feared that I couldn't do what I'd promised.＜/p＞＜p＞Then I turned back to the bed, saw her lying there, and my heart ached.＜/p＞＜p＞That was always just a phrase to me, "heartache." I thought it was sappy, if cute. I didn't realize it could really happen. The sensation was visceral, not cute. My heart wriggled in separate directions, hooked through its arteries by opposing inclinations. I didn't know what to do with myself; I didn't know what to do with her.＜/p＞＜p＞There was a naked girl in my bed. When she was awake she was powerful--a single smirk or wink could melt my will--but asleep she was just a girl, her lips gently parted, her butterfly lashes caressing her cheeks. And there, draped over her snowy thigh, was the male organ I could not ignore.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	431円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 1【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby hates her punk neighbor. She hates her piercings and her tattoos and her short blue hair. She hates the way she walks and the freewheeling way she lives her life. Most of all, she hates the way she smiles at her in the halls. It's like Leticia knows what Abby's thinking, like she can feel what Abby feels every time she brings home a new girlfriend. Abby's certainly not jealous of the sexy, smirking, blue-haired weirdo... Abby wishes she could just ignore her nasty futa neighbor. Unfortunately, she's still the best lay Abby's ever had!＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic tale is 12,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞It was insufferable that Leticia knew when I was horny. She didn't always comment, not aloud, but she teased me even so. It was like she had a sixth sense for my arousal. When she smelled it on me, when we passed each other in the hall, she'd casually turn her head and offer what she called her best "lesbo smirk." I usually scowled back at her and said nothing (though my cheeks burned like two guilty roses).＜/p＞＜p＞The most recent indignity occurred while I was getting my mail. I looked up and she was opening her own mailbox, not even looking at me but with that stupid smirk on her little lips. They were soft and pink, too cute for the cruel eyes that glinted beneath her faded blue hair. "How's it going?" she asked, in a tone that knew exactly how it was going.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated her. I put out no vibes at all, not intentionally, not like at the end of a good date or drunk at a bar and feeling sassy. On those rare occasions I flirted, I smiled, I touched the man I wanted to take me home. That afternoon, as I shuffled swiftly through my spam, nothing in my demeanor said I wanted human contact. What I wanted to do was scream in her face.＜/p＞＜p＞How did she always know? After a long day at the office dealing with idiot customers and my idiot bosses and trying not to suffocate in my cubicle, the desire to just be pushed into my pillows and taken to oblivion was overwhelming. Maybe it was the junk mail, maybe it was the inherent loneliness of my building's grungy postal corner, but something about twisting my key in the metal box brought my horniness to the fore.＜/p＞＜p＞It was gross. After an exhausting, awful, thankless day, the last thing I felt was sexy. But Leticia knew I wanted it.＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm fine," I snapped at her.＜/p＞＜p＞She never snapped back. She just shrugged and went back to reading her mail. But the smirk remained. "This would all be so easy," her eyes said, "if you'd just admit the truth."＜/p＞＜p＞Sometimes she left her door open when I returned to my apartment--as a signal to my nervous libido that relief was on call. From inside I'd hear her awful punk music or the clang of pots and pans and know her stupid smirk was just out of sight. Usually I hurried up the stairs to my apartment. But then there were days when she didn't play games. She'd wait in the doorway leaning against the threshold like an imperious cat, arms crossed, eyes too big for her mouth, mouth too soft to ignore. Those were the days I ended up inside her apartment. Those were the days Leticia had her way with me.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated her. The kisses were soft at first but soon came the teeth. She'd bite my lip and make me moan to the ceiling, above which resided my own barren apartment. How many girls had I heard her seduce while trying to cook or sleep or read in peace? And so I wondered, not for the first time, was I angry because I was just like them or because I was just like her?＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Submitting to my Son-In-Law【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Annie prides herself on being a good mother and an even better wife, but she'll have to betray her morals if she wants to save her daughter Carly's marriage. Michael, her daughter's handsome husband, wants to divorce Carly for cheating on him…unless his mother-in-law submits to his passionate lust!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, honey," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞I bent down and kissed his forehead. He reached to take my hand off his cheek but I just raised my other to his neck. I wanted to hold him back, keep him from breaking away. I hated what Carly had done and wanted to comfort him. I kissed him gently on the cheek. "Mike, I'm so sorry," I pressed my forehead against his. My hands on his cheeks, I gave him a maternal peck on the lips. "Please don't go," I said. "Don't do something you'll regret." He relaxed in my hands but kept his fingers curled tightly around my wrists.＜/p＞＜p＞"Annie…" he said.＜/p＞＜p＞"No," I said. I kissed him again on the lips, trying to keep him in his chair. My bangs brushed over his nose. "Don't leave her, Mike, please, you're so good for her. She needs you." I was whispering into his face, our foreheads touching. His hands reached for my shoulders and we rocked together. "Please," I said. This time he pushed his mouth into mine; it was a soft kiss, a hurt kiss. It was alright, it was security. Somehow though my hands cupped his strong jaw as we rocked together. His mouth was so beautiful.＜/p＞＜p＞His stubbled lower lip brushed my chin. I shook my head against his face, my eyelashes brushing his eyes. His finger sifted up the hair at the back of my neck. Then he kissed my mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞"Just don't," I said. "We love you. We all love you. You're a part of this family."＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm leaving and I'm never coming back," he said. His hands tightened on my shoulders.＜/p＞＜p＞"Then why did you come here?" I said. I was still bent over him, uncomfortably, thinking I was comforting him with my soft words and hands. But his hands wrapped around my arms and brought me closer. I was off-balance. His lips grazed my cheek, and then pushed firmly into the corner of my mouth. "I can't..." I breathed into his mouth. He pulled me forward.＜/p＞＜p＞"Can't what?" he murmured.＜/p＞＜p＞What was happening? I couldn't stop him from pulling me so instead of falling I pushed forward until I fell into his lap. Without meaning to, I straddled him on the chair. He squeezed my body against him and I had to throw my arms on his shoulders to free my arms. I could feel him begin to undue the knots of my apron. "Mike, don't…" I breathed into his mouth. I had to. Our tongues touched. I didn't know what to do but as long as I kissed him I thought he'd leave the apron alone. "Don't do something you'll regret," I managed to gasp out as he squeezed my midsection and drew me closer to him. He reached down and pulled my skirt up. He laid warm hands over my cold thighs.＜/p＞＜p＞I jumped. "Mike!"＜/p＞＜p＞He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I hadn't been kissed like that in years. But I hadn't wanted to be! This, this man in my lap was a strained ball of muscles and fury…he was dangerous. He was Mike! I kept telling myself I didn't want this, but I never pulled away when he kissed me, only kept myself at a remove so that he had to keep pressing forward into my mouth. Into my mouth. His fingers sifted into my hair and gently pulled my hair tie off. Without thinking, I ground my panties into his lap, squeezing him with my thighs. His fingernails raked my leg. "Oh my God!" I cried.＜/p＞＜p＞He loosened the strings of my apron and pulled it off me, between our bodies.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞After being seduced by his daughter Katie, Dale is trying to control his lustful urges...but Katie just can't get enough of her daddy! She calls him at work, sends him lingerie in the mail, and then, while Dale is away on a business trip, she shows up at his hotel bar wearing nothing but a skin-tight cocktail dress. How long can Dale hold out before once again giving in to his forbidden desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Across the lobby he let the girl lead him. He thought she was leading him to the elevators but she went past them on the way to the stairs. Together they pushed through the door and stopped at the landing.＜/p＞＜p＞"You're on the fourth floor, aren't you?" Katie said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," said Dale. He felt like he had fallen into a familiar dream several miles below sea level. His heart was beating fast.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie suddenly seemed much shyer than in the bar. Maybe it was because she was alone with her father for the first time. She slowly dropped his hand.＜/p＞＜p＞"Do you want to take me up?"＜/p＞＜p＞Dale stared down at her. The sterile stairway lights could do nothing to spoil the youthful glow that emanated from her body.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie saw the way his eyes traced over her, but saw too where they stopped, which was where men's eyes never stopped, on her eyes. She smiled at him slowly.＜/p＞＜p＞"It's good to see you."＜/p＞＜p＞He said it, which made her bolder. She took his hand again. "Take me upstairs."＜/p＞＜p＞He didn't answer. He just followed her.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie led him up the white stairwell. The walls were painted in thick layers of white paint that contrasted sharply with the dim, blackish railings. She took him up and took the stairs in her heels. The whole time she felt his eyes on her and she led him, flight after flight, to the top. As she reached for the door she suddenly felt his body rush against hers and she turned in time to throw her arms up and let him crush her against the door.＜/p＞＜p＞She opened her mouth and his tongue melted over her own. His strong fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh as he pushed her up the wall. Her thighs opened. Her hand went limp and dropped her purse over his shoulder. It made a plastic smack on the concrete.＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, this-”＜/p＞＜p＞She bit his cheek angrily and he recoiled. He stared into her eyes, which burned. She set her chin defiantly. "Pick up my purse."＜/p＞＜p＞He let her slide down his body for a long time. Somehow she settled back to earth, first one heel touching the concrete, then the other. She watched her father bend down and pick up the purse. When he handed it to her she opened the door to let them onto the fourth floor corridor. She knew which one was his from his email. So they continued down the hallway like any normal people would until they got to room 432.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie turned around and held out her hand for the door key.＜/p＞＜p＞It was in his pocket, but he wasn't sure if he should give it to her.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you mad?" she said.＜/p＞＜p＞His blood was boiling. Everywhere. He saw Katie in multiple dimensions: as a woman, as a gorgeous young woman, as his daughter, as his...＜/p＞＜p＞He couldn't stop now.＜/p＞＜p＞He pressed her against his door, right there in the corridor, and reached under her shimmering dress.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
Dad's Big Secret【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Poor Brittany. She's a very good girl with one very dirty secret: She's always wanted a man with a few extra inches down below. It's too bad she keeps hooking up with guys who fall short of her expectations. That's why she's spending her Friday night making dinner for her handsome, widowed father instead of pursuing another disappointing hookup.＜/p＞＜p＞But when she accidentally sees her father leaving the shower, she learns he has a secret all his own: He's got a huge package! Will Brittany commit the ultimate taboo just to satisfy her desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I don't know how I finished making dinner. I really don't. I don't remember any of that at all. I just remember desperately trying to keep my hands busy in order to prevent myself from grabbing my dad's shorts and demanding that he show me what he'd been hiding from me all these years.＜/p＞＜p＞"You need to chill out," I kept whispering to myself.＜/p＞＜p＞At some point my father asked what happened to my shirt. I just smiled and laughed it off. He asked if I felt okay, because my face was red. I just shrugged and tried not to look as crazy as I felt.＜/p＞＜p＞And what, exactly, did I feel? I felt a constant, growing ache between my legs. I felt a dire need to be filled.＜/p＞＜p＞So call someone, a small voice in my head kept saying. Call Johnny or Ben, either of the guys who still lived in town. Neither of them would say no to a little backseat action on a Friday night.＜/p＞＜p＞But I don't want a "little" backseat action on a Friday night, I argued with myself. I want... Oh, God, I want...＜/p＞＜p＞Sitting across from my father, I did my best to tell him how work was going, how I liked living in the city. I tried my best to listen to his stories about his latest clients, and I laughed when he mentioned the latest incident involving a couple of meatheads who were constantly breaking machines. Meanwhile, under the table, I had crossed my legs so hard I'm sure my knees were turning white. And I could not stop thinking about it.＜/p＞＜p＞It's so close to me, I kept thinking. If I kicked back my chair, got on my hands and knees and crawled to him under the table, it would be right in front of my nose. My mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞But he's your father, Brittany!＜/p＞＜p＞"So, um, Dad," I said, taking a sip of wine to calm my nerves. "Are you seeing anyone right now?"＜/p＞＜p＞He didn't even look up. He just shook his head, swirling his spaghetti.＜/p＞＜p＞"How long has it been?" I asked. My thighs tightened under the table.＜/p＞＜p＞He sighed. "I dunno, honey. It's just tough sometimes."＜/p＞＜p＞I frowned. "Oh, come on. You're in great shape. You tell really corny jokes, but you can keep that on the DL. What's the matter?"＜/p＞＜p＞He shrugged. "I just can't see myself with anyone else," he said. "Maybe in the future, but...now, I just don't know."＜/p＞＜p＞Couldn't see himself with anyone else, or couldn't see himself IN anyone else? I wondered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you scared?" I teased.＜/p＞＜p＞He laughed. "No, baby."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well, what was it about Mom that made you so attracted to her?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Mm, this was great." He finished his plate and swept up his napkin to dab his lips and chin. Then he looked up in thought. "I guess, with your mom, it was that she was always so open, so confident. You know, there's nothing she wouldn't do. She wanted to try everything, go everywhere. She was so adventurous. I could see it in her eyes when we first met, but I didn't really realize it until much later."＜/p＞＜p＞He picked up his plate and circled the table to grab mine. "Great meal, honey. As always." He pecked me on the cheek and I felt my whole body flush. "You have any plans for tonight?" he asked. "I have a couple documentaries saved on the TV. I thought I might check one out."＜/p＞＜p＞A nice daddy/daughter evening, sitting on the couch with a movie. Yes, nothing wrong with that. Unless I had a hot date tonight. Which I didn't. Or I planned to call Johnny. And I wouldn't.＜/p＞＜p＞Quietly, I reached between my legs. "That sounds nice," I said. "Let me just change into something more comfortable."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
Monster Lovers: 6 Erotic Tales of Tentacles, Aliens & Impregnation【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Your slimiest dreams are about to come true. In this collection of fantastical erotica, women are seduced by the strangest and horniest lovers in the galaxy! From naughty tentacles to lustful orcs, Veronica Sloan brings you six tales of breeding, bondage and impregnation.＜/p＞＜p＞In "The Octopus's Bride," a new addition to the aquarium pulls intern Kimmy Noguchi into a sticky situation. How can she refuse the creature's clammy caresses when an entire species depends on her? In "No Orc's Whore," a beautiful barbarian must distract a tribe of orcs with the one weapon they're powerless to resist. In "The Spider From Mars!" astronaut Alice Thatcher makes a terrifying discovery beneath the Martian surface. A disgusting race of aliens has awoken to breed with human females! In "M?nage ? Tentacle," a naive marshal journeys to the planet New Dorado and befriends a beautiful bounty hunter and her partner, a tentacled alien that feeds on female arousal. In "The Tentacle Beast of Rigel-7," Commander Bernadette Wulf is seduced and controlled by a lustful monster intent on spreading itself across the galaxy. Finally, in "Defiled by the Dragon," a bratty princess is kidnapped by a dragon...and learns why the creatures prefer virgins!＜/p＞＜p＞This bundle of oozing taboo is 47,000 words and is for readers 18 and up. Cover art created by TheKite.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞From "M?nage ? Tentacle":＜/p＞＜p＞One rambunctious tentacle wiggled its beak into her deep cleavage and she slapped it like a naughty child. "I said behave, you creep!" The tentacle retreated, beak downcast in an unmistakable sulk. "Ohhh, baby," she intoned. She took it in her hands and gently pried the beak open with her thumb. The tentative tongue reappeared. And with it, the slick pink head.＜/p＞＜p＞I watched with a curious mixture of disgust and fascination as the tongue slithered into her mouth and gently probed her cheeks. She bit down on it playfully and giggled as it made a sound like a raspberry. The tongue retreated into the glistening slit on the pink head, which Thorn stroked with her satin thumbs and then kissed. Mollified, the head retreated into the beak and the tentacle rolled against her neck like a sleepy snake. "Grapla are psychoforms," she said. "You and I need material things to survive. Food, water, sunlight. Grapla resonate to life itself. They prefer raw emotions. Fear is particularly potent, which is why they make such effective partners."＜/p＞＜p＞The Grapla took great pride in what she said. Its tentacles rose in a lethal chorus and trilled a dozen haunting tones that melted and faded and complemented each other. It was a stirring sound, accompanied by the hollow clacks of its deadly beaks opening and shutting like hungry birds.＜/p＞＜p＞For a moment, the saloon went silent. Large men, cyborgs, and thuggish hybrids of all shapes and sizes, clutched their drinks in fear.＜/p＞＜p＞The sound had its most visible effect on Thorn. Her cheeks flushed, her bosom lifted with unconcealed longing. She pulled two tentacles from the pack and let them drape across her chest. "But love is their life," she said. "They die quickly without companionship. They don't grow large in the wild. Some can get by scavenging at the fringes of population centers, but they need a mate to thrive. Someone who loves them unconditionally." She kissed the tops of her lovers' heads.＜/p＞＜p＞"Do you ever miss the touch of your own kind?" I asked.＜/p＞＜p＞Another smirk. "I had plenty of lovers, men and women and otherwise, before I began my trial. There were skilled lovers, certainly, but even the greatest geishas on Rao's moons cannot compare to Strabo." The tentacles, excited by her praise, wriggled beneath her like a bouncing throne. She stroked a thick vein that throbbed beneath its skin. "No one has ever loved me longer, deeper, more completely. No lover has ever trusted me so fully or given me such respect. I am his wife, his mistress, his darling mother. And he is my world."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	523円
Confessions of a Naughty Invisible Man - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Having cracked the code to invisibility, Professor Abner Beal returns to the Institute to solicit the aid of one Priscilla Coker, M.D. Priscilla hates Abner, but when she learns that he's made a breakthrough, she's willing to do anything to join his teamーeven jumping his invisible bones! But that's not the only surprise waiting for Professor Beal. Upon returning to his house, Abner discovers that his wife has been having an affair of her own. What will this God-fearing woman think of an invisible man beating up her paramour? Why, that he's some kind of demon, of course! A demon that she must satisfy in every wicked way imaginable…＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞The security guard started moving towards her and she shrieked at him. "Get away from me!" The man spoke some stuttered words into his walkie and backed away terrified. Priscilla clomped about ten more steps before cracking one of her heels. She swore loudly and kicked the shoe off, then ripped the other one off with her hand and continued to march across campus back the way we'd come. I followed behind her.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you there?" she snapped as we strode back into G. We were in the hallway again."Indeed I am."She clawed wildly at the air behind her, realized she looked insane, and let out another stream of enraged curses. "You might have gotten me fired!""Principles," came the floating voice over her shoulder.She groaned and shook her platinum head. "You touched me…" she muttered. We were stomping back to her office."You're taking this rather well," I replied."Well you're obviously invisible." We banged back into her office and she whirled on the space behind her. "Where are you?""I'm reluctant to say."She stepped backwards in her bare feet and sat on her desk. "Is this easier?"I stepped forward cautiously. "Maybe."She flipped up her skirt. "Is this easier?""…I'm confused.""Come here…" she said huskily and reached out for me. ”Are you naked?"Before I knew what I'd done I was standing over her desk and she was reaching out to me. "Oh my God…" she whispered. Her manicured nails roved up my stomach and chest. "You're…you did it…" Her fingers continued across my shoulders. She kept pinching and poking, dragging her nails down my sides. All the while I noticed that she was spreading her legs over her perfect desk. "Do something to me," she whispered."What?""IーI don't know. My hair!"I reached out and swept my fingers through her blonde hair. I let the hair slip through my hand as I pulled it towards me. Priscilla watched wide-eyed as her hair floated before her eyes. She let out a low, earthy laugh. "Do something else," she whispered."What?""Do what you did on stage.""This?" I laid my hand over her left hand."No…" she said. Her legs opened wider on the desk."This?" I breathed softly into her ear.She shivered. "No," she said. "But you don't have to stop doing that…" While I moved in closer her hands reached up to run down my chest and stomach again. I pulled my hand away from hers and dragged my trembling fingers up her soft thighs. "This?" I breathed into her ear."Oh…" Her breath was coming so rapidly that it was catching in her throat. "Yes," she groaned. She pressed her head against my temple and reached behind me to claw at my back.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
The Futanari Virus: Dirty Girl【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞"Everything changed in the spring. We all went a little crazy. By the middle of spring quarter, most women in Hapi knew about the Futanari Virus. That didn't stop it from spreading, of course..."＜/p＞＜p＞With these words, Professor Joan Moneta begins her personal account of the Futanari Virus. Transformed during the initial outbreak, Joan sees her futanari body as the perfect business opportunity. Her new anatomy makes her irresistible to the desperate housewives of Hapi, Delaware. Maybe it's immoral to offer "the futanari experience" to women that are already in relationships, but Joan is delighted to be their dirty girl. In this erotic autobiography, Joan describes her most salacious encounters...＜/p＞＜p＞This naughty futa tale is 24,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞When she worked up the courage, Stacy would ask me if I was psychic. That's one of the many powers that futanari are rumored to possess. I tried to be mindful, and not laugh, when I replied that, no, that's just silly. I don't know what women are thinking, but I do listen and I do care. Some women refuse to believe that. They like believing that futa are magical, that they're the answer to their fear, their horniness, their boredom.＜/p＞＜p＞The answer couldn't be a sympathetic woman, so it must be something else. The popular opinion among the suburban tiger moms that made up my clientele was that a futa wasn't a lesbian. A futanari like me is an oddity, a break from the norm. A bored housewife can forgive herself for sleeping with a futanari because it's strange and new. If she stepped out of her marriage for another woman - well, that's a different story. It's not the story they want to tell themselves...＜/p＞＜p＞Here's my kinky confession: I didn't mind being their fetish. I had a thing for confused straight girls even before the Futa Virus hit town. Some lesbians will tell you they hate those girls. Not me. They're my fetish.＜/p＞＜p＞That was why I never charged women like Stacy for the first date. If we did nothing but talk, or hold hands, she would leave with the knowledge that I was with her because I wanted to be. There's a thrill to playing things soft and slow, to being naughty in plain sight. I wasn't the one cheating, I was the thing she was using to cheat. That meant, no matter how pretty I was or put together, no matter how sweet or patient or kind, I was her dirty girl.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	316円
Monster Lovers 2: 5 Erotic Tales of Slime Girls, Tentacles & Dinosaurs【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞In the darkest corner of the heart there throbs a secret yearning, where even the purest lover dreams of supernatural seduction. These five spine-tingling tales will introduce you to creatures both sensual and bizarre. From naughty tentacles to slippery slime girls, eloquent demons to horny dinosaurs, this second volume of monster erotica will indulge your darkest temptations.＜/p＞＜p＞In "Dinner for Slime," a weary soldier stumbles into an enchanted swamp and falls for the shapeshifting wiles of a slime girl. In "Kraken in a Jar," Corrina discovers the evil secret at the heart of her village and calls forth a tentacled savior. In "Coward's Keep," a powerful demon steals a princess from her betrothed (much to her delight). In "Deinonychus Dom," Marcy Delaney offers rich husbands the chance to be cuckolded by horny dinosaurs. Finally, in "Slime Girl Dessert," a brave captain must end his war by offering himself to his slimy paramour.＜/p＞＜p＞This compendium of eerie erotica is 40,000 words and recommended for adult readers. Cover art created by Bashko.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She lay upon the muddy shore, her eyes twinkling like the water. Green tears dripped from her cheeks and beaded slowly into her bosom. The sight of her took Dru's breath away.＜/p＞＜p＞Her legs were long and bare, her feet untouched by the muck and mire that surrounded her. Her individual toes were topped by small, perfect toenails, unblemished and unbruised by the hard labor that discolored human skin. Her hands were buried in the mud, the green tendrils of her hair writhing over her face. Her body shook from the intensity of her sobs. Her curves jiggled. With every gasp, her large breasts rolled like jelly tarts. Her thighs rippled like the cesspool she was born in.＜/p＞＜p＞He was a young man, and she was everything he'd dreamed of.＜/p＞＜p＞His hand fell from his sword. He licked his lips, still tasted blood when he swallowed. And her slime. It was not poison, like the water of the bog, but reminiscent of pine and white water lilies. "Why are you crying?" he whispered. Her thick hair flew back from her face. Her big eyes grew bigger still. "I didn't know...that you cried," Dru said. "I don't know anything about this place," he added. "About anything."＜/p＞＜p＞The slime girl hesitated at the water's edge, her wet eyes studying him intently. Would she slither back into the swamp? Would she attack? Dru didn't know. He could only stare at the beautiful thing, the naked body he craved to touch again. "You?" she said quietly.＜/p＞＜p＞"I know I'm an idiot for coming back here," he said. "It's just...are you lonely?"＜/p＞＜p＞Hand over hand, she crawled from the shore. Her knees flattened the cold mud and her toes dug ten round divots behind her. Cautiously, she climbed to her feet. Her nose was level with his chest but her hair rose higher, thicker, twisting like the tails of clear, wet snakes. Her green fingers touched his chest. Her big eyes stared up at him. "Are you lonely?" she asked.＜/p＞＜p＞"Gods," he groaned. "I am. I am."＜/p＞＜p＞"I am," she echoed, sliding her hands through his arms. He let his fingers slide down her wet backside, to the warm and bubbly posterior. She molded around him like jam, suctioning to him. Dru grunted in surprise, and the slime went up on her toes to kiss his open mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞That taste, he thought. Nothing at all like the foulness that surrounded them. She was life itself. He did not know if she had a mind as he did, but he could feel the yearning in her trembling form. Her lips slimed down his neck, her tongue lapping at his nervous perspiration. Yes, she hungered for his moisture. Any moisture...＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	523円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby refuses to confront her feelings for her futanari neighbor. If it was just the kinky sex that drove her crazy, she could bury her passion with her prayers, but there's something else going on. Leticia cares for Abby in a way that scares her senseless. The futa girl wants them to be more than secret lovers, but can Abby accept that? It goes against her religion, her upbringing, her sexual identity. Just when she thinks she's made up her mind, Letty appears at the mall with a very naughty proposition... This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞That was hardly the most daring aspect of the dress. The tag said it had a plunging V-neckline, but the neckline was more of a suggestion than a reality. The front was a cutout that needed to be tied, and tightly. Without a bra to hold me back, my chest pushed against the lightweight weave and turned what was supposed to be a cute dress into a sultry proposition. If I was skinnier, and less endowed, this would be a fun little number to wear to the beach, but the way it fitted against me was more tantalizing than teasing. It was sensual.＜/p＞＜p＞My fingers shook as I tied a loose knot in the cutout, knowing full well that I'd never wear this thing again. Though every second I spent in the dressing room ate into my commute, I sacrificed them for the fantasy that this belonged to me. I combed out my hair and let it fall over my shoulders, I pouted, I posed. I played with the loose sleeves. I twisted in place to see how the fabric draped over my butt.＜/p＞＜p＞I suddenly remembered that Letty was behind the door. With the exception of my brain (which tumbled into a bucket of ice water), every part of my body turned uncomfortably hot. The contradiction left me dizzy and reeling for the wall again. I didn't have to let her see me in this, I promised myself. I didn't owe her a thing. But the warm parts of me rebelled.＜/p＞＜p＞With weak fingers shaking like leaves on a brittle branch, I slid the bolt out of the dressing room door. The door swung back.＜/p＞＜p＞Awkward in my own skin, I curled my shaking fingers into the skirt. I wished the hem was longer, wished her eyes would end their long journey up my bare legs and stomach, and not linger on the knot. I wished she didn't sway from side to side and wrap her arms around her hips in quiet contemplation. I wished I didn't say something stupid like, "What do you think?"＜/p＞＜p＞I wished I could tell her no when she reached for my hand and lifted it over my head. She spun me in a slow circle. I wished I could control my breathing better, wished my ragged panting wasn't made so obvious by my naked cleavage. I wished I didn't close my eyes when she brushed her lips against my ear.＜/p＞＜p＞"I think you look beautiful," she whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞I heard her close the dressing room door behind her. "I know you think that," I said, trying to be stronger. "I mean the dress. What do you think of that?"＜/p＞＜p＞She locked the bolt.＜/p＞＜p＞I felt her near me again, just in front of me. I felt her hands on my thighs slowly pushing up the skirt, felt her body through her t-shirt. I felt her warm breath on my nose. "I was thinking..." she said, "of you. In this dress. In a little cottage by the ocean. Barefoot. Nothing under here..."＜/p＞＜p＞"A cottage?" I murmured. I finally opened my eyes. She was gazing down at me with an unholy hunger. "That's a very domestic scene," I said. "Do we have a little dog, too? Do I make you dinner when the sun goes down?"＜/p＞＜p＞"No, I think we order out," she said. Her voice was low, and I wondered if it was because she knew it made me wet or because the mousy clerk was sitting just outside. Letty's fingers began to untie the loose knot I'd made in the cutout. "But you do let me undress you when we get back inside."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	314円
My Mind-Controlled MILF Book 3 of "Sex Magic"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Ryan has a magic talisman that makes him irresistible to women. Just one touch, and their blood runs hot and their bodies crave a man. But even though Ryan could have any woman in the world, he only has eyes for his mother, a former pinup model, and her beautiful daughters! He knows it's wrong, but Ryan can't help using the power of the talisman to claim them, one by one, at the family cookout.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞He raises his hand, and for a second I'm blinded. When the spots fade from my eyes, I see that it's a golden disc catching the last rays of the sun. The ruby in its center glows with a mesmerizing fire.＜/p＞＜p＞"That is...gorgeous," I gasp. "Where did you get it?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Nowhere very exotic," he says. "It's just a few miles from here, actually."＜/p＞＜p＞"Can I hold it?" I ask. I feel like a child, but the urge to run my fingertips over its ornate surface is too compelling to ignore.＜/p＞＜p＞"I want you to," says Ryan. "But here's the thing. If you touch it, you'll want me just as badly as I want you."＜/p＞＜p＞I laugh again. I think the beer has definitely gone to my head. "Well how badly do you want me?"＜/p＞＜p＞He arches his eyebrows. "I don't think you can handle that much honesty."＜/p＞＜p＞This is a very strange, very obscene game we're playing. "I really want to touch it," I say. "What, is it, like, magic or something? Like voodoo?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Not voodoo," he says. "But yes. It will make you want me."＜/p＞＜p＞"You ply me with a few more beers and massages and you have no idea what I'll do," I say. I snatch it out of his fingers.＜/p＞＜p＞It's hot! But before I can even register the pain, the flash is gone--no, not gone, but shooting up my arm. It slams into my heart and--and, I don't know what I feel… It's like liquid gold is melting down my ribcage and pooling in my panties. I give an involuntary gasp, and for a moment I think I'm going to faint.＜/p＞＜p＞And then it's like ten-thousand tongues are licking me all at once.＜/p＞＜p＞"Whoa," I say. My thumb skates over the warm metal. "This is...intense." The ruby is so bright, so succulent. It's like a neon strawberry. I have a bizarre urge to suck on it, to kiss it, fondle it. But, no, that would be weird. Very weird.＜/p＞＜p＞I hand the amulet back to Ryan. He tucks it back into his jacket. I swallow hard and try to bring the world back into focus, but all its edges have gone soft. And I'm vibrating.＜/p＞＜p＞I don't understand it. All I understand is that my heart is beating like a drum and my breasts are thudding in time. I reach out and brace myself against Ryan's shoulder, desperate to catch my breath. He catches me in his strong, sailor's hands, and a rush of warmth passes through his fingers and down my shoulders.＜/p＞＜p＞"I feel dizzy," I say. "Take me outside."＜/p＞＜p＞"We are outside."＜/p＞＜p＞The first fireflies of the evening are winking at us from between the trees. "Take me more outside," I whisper.＜/p＞＜p＞He doesn't say a word, he just nods and escorts me behind the shed. "No," I say (I'm almost panting now), "I need to be away from the house. Do you remember that clearing, just beyond the old treehouse?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," he says.＜/p＞＜p＞"Take me there."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Mrs. Wilson's Cure for Headstrong Ladies & Hysterical Wives【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞All Hubert wanted was an obedient wife that could zip her lip and be a pretty little homemaker. His Minnie sure is pretty, but she's as obedient as a feral cat! She's always mouthing off, breaking vases, and screaming about "her place" in a man's world. When she crashes his Rolls Royce Phantom II, that's the very last straw! Declaring his wife hysterical, Hubert takes her to the one woman that can cure any headstrong dame. Little does he know, Mrs. Wilson has zero interest in "fixing" Minnie and every intention of awakening her lesbian lust!＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic tale of lady love in the 1930s is 10,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞"What are you doing to these women?" Minerva demanded.＜/p＞＜p＞"You make it sound so nefarious!" she laughed. "I do a few things, but mostly I listen. In those cases, the 'cure' is just mind over matter. A wife wants someone to tell her she's getting a raw deal. She wants to know that her anger doesn't qualify her for the bug house. It doesn't make the anger go away but it keeps her from balling up, helps her fool the husband for a few more years."＜/p＞＜p＞"I know my deal," Minerva growled. "I don't need you telling me how raw it is."＜/p＞＜p＞"Mm," Faye hummed. "I had a feeling about you when I saw you coming up the walk."＜/p＞＜p＞"And what feeling is that?"＜/p＞＜p＞"That you might have some venomous urges that needs relieving."＜/p＞＜p＞"I most certainly do not!" Minerva gasped. She kicked out the chair as she stood up and tried to stomp away. The room was rather small, however, and her way was impeded by the strange piece of furniture with the bleached leather cushions. She managed to squeeze her way between that contraption and her overturned seat and got halfway to the door--despite her violent shaking--when she felt Faye's hand on her shoulder.＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm sorry," the woman said calmly. "I was excited to talk to you and I ran my mouth off. I have a tendency to do that."＜/p＞＜p＞Minerva glared at the woman over her shoulder. "And why were you so excited?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Pretty girls with dumb husbands do that to me."＜/p＞＜p＞Minerva was sure she didn't know what the woman was talking about. "Could you let me go? I just want to get away. If you say I escaped...told Hubert I got out of the house...then I could live here, in Los Angeles. I don't care what I'd have to do, I just can't be with him anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Because I don't love him. He's not a bad man. He's a stupid man but he's not evil. I thought I could love him. Daddy said I would. But I don't."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Stop asking me why!" Minerva screamed. "You've said yourself there is no cure. There is nothing you can give me to make me love him, no magic potion. So you say I must live with him or resign myself to...poisoned urges."＜/p＞＜p＞Cautiously, Faye drew her fingers along the girl's jaw and tilted her face up. "There are other options available to you," she said. "If you're keen to learn."＜/p＞＜p＞"What can I learn in a day?" the girl sniffed.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, doll, I don't need that much time."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Cuckolded by the Futanari【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Amanda just wants this miserable party to end. As far as her husband Bernard is concerned, she's a pretty prop that should be seen and not heard. It isn't until she meets the beguiling Joni Folsom that the dull night begins to sparkle. Joni is infatuated with Amanda and wants to put her proud husband in his place, so she offers the man a rare opportunity: a seat at her girls-only poker night. If Bernard wins, Joni will let him run the company. If Joni wins, she and her friends can do whatever they want to his wife.＜/p＞＜p＞Now Amanda's guilty heart is racing. She wants Bernard's feisty female colleagues to have their way with her, and that's even before she learns their shocking secret: Joni and her gang are futanari! When Bernard loses, he's going to be cuckolded by each and every one of them...much to his wife's delight.＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic futa tale is 23,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Bernard pointed an accusing finger at Joni. "You told me five-thousand!"＜/p＞＜p＞Joni shrugged. "I'm sorry, Bernie. It must have slipped my mind..."＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't understand," Amanda said. "Does that mean Bernard can't play?" She looked at each of the women and then her husband. Bernard was an island, male and red-faced and big hands clenched into knots.＜/p＞＜p＞"Of course he can play," Joni said peaceably. "It just means he has less to play with."＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm sure he's used to it," Bobbie chuckled.＜/p＞＜p＞Nasty drew near to Amanda, hugging her with her body. "It is not as good," she explained. "Joni is always betting big."＜/p＞＜p＞"So the game is poker?" Amanda asked.＜/p＞＜p＞"We play all sorts of games," Joni replied. "Poker, pool, truth or dare..."＜/p＞＜p＞Bernard shook his head. "I knew it. This whole thing was just to make me look stupid. Nice, Joni. You're a real class act. Amanda, let's go."＜/p＞＜p＞Amanda was caught between her husband's angry scowl and the curious faces of Joni and her gang. But before she could set her drink down, before she could even move, Joni raised an elegant hand. Her voice lifted above the soft music that wafted in from the bedroom, her tone confident and seductive. "Why don't you pour a drink?" she suggested. "Sit down and I'll explain the stakes."＜/p＞＜p＞"No," Bernard said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Okay," Joni said, without an ounce of his bitterness. "You can stand and I'll explain. What we do here is trade favors. That's the real prize of the night. If you win, I'll do something for you. If I win, you do something for me."＜/p＞＜p＞Bernard arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Just like that, huh?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Absolutely like that," Joni replied. "Remember Vanessa Hugh? That lovely little redhead that was always jetting off to Hong Kong?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Yeah," Bernard said. "Now she's running the eastern office. You're saying that's because of you?"＜/p＞＜p＞"A good word with Joni goes a long way," Bobbie said.＜/p＞＜p＞"So if I take the pot," Bernard went on, "you'll give me whatever I want?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Within reason," Joni said. "I assume you want me to step aside and let you run the company."＜/p＞＜p＞"That's a big ask," Bernard said.＜/p＞＜p＞"But easy to do," she replied cheerfully. "When the old man retires, all I have to do is keep my name out of consideration. I'll give you a recommendation and let you put your best foot forward."＜/p＞＜p＞Amanda held her breath. Joni's casual offer was everything that Bernard wanted. For years he'd clawed his way to the top of Ludibrium's food chain, making deals and currying favor with all the right people. He hit a wall with Joni because he had nothing that she wanted. Tonight, the stars must have aligned. If there was the slightest chance that Joni was telling the truth, that she'd stand aside and let Bernard ascend to the topmost seat of the company, Amanda knew her husband would jump at the chance.＜/p＞＜p＞"Okay," he said slowly. "What do you want?"＜/p＞＜p＞Joni drew her fingertips over her crimson lips and glanced briefly at Amanda. When she smiled, Amanda was compelled to smile back. "I'll think of something," she said.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	316円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 1 Volume 1 of "Daddy's Forbidden Desire"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Katie's always been a "daddy's girl," but since she returned from college her love has become a lot more...physical. Her father is a passionate man who still has the libido of a teenager, but her mother just isn't interested. Maybe if Katie can make her father horny enough, she'll have him all to herself. As Katie tempts her father at every turn, will Dale give in to his forbidden desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She took the water with a murmur of gratitude. "Dad, do you know Vanessa Linares?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Actually, I did know a girl named Vanessa Linares," he said, trying to be vague. His daughter glowered at him.＜/p＞＜p＞"I know when you're lying, Daddy."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh?" he said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmhm," she murmured from her next sip. "Don't pretend."＜/p＞＜p＞"Not pretending," he told her. "I just highly doubt that your Vanessa Linares and my Vanessa Linares are the same people."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well she's definitely your Vanessa Linares and she's my Social Policy professor."＜/p＞＜p＞If Dale had been drinking the water he would have spat it out in classic cinematic fashion. Katie went on, "We're really close. Sometimes we go for drinks at the bar on campus and she asked me about my last name." Katie grinned like a cheshire cat. "She remembers you very fondly."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale was pleased. "You don't say."＜/p＞＜p＞"Yeah." Katie drifted off again. Her eyes kept flicking from his face to his chest as if he wasn't watching her watch him.＜/p＞＜p＞Suddenly he understood. "You and Vanessa drink together?"＜/p＞＜p＞Katie smiled into her now empty glass. "Sometimes, yeah. She told me some stories about you."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale was inexplicably nervous. And probably explicably turned on. "Oh?" he tried to feign nonchalance.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie giggled at him again. "I told you I know when you're lying. You want to know what she said."＜/p＞＜p＞"I know what we did."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well I know a little about that too."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale laughed. But what she said next stopped him cold.＜/p＞＜p＞"Dad, do you and mom have sex?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, I don't know whatー"＜/p＞＜p＞"Come ON, Dad." She strode to him and let him catch her as she threw her arms over him. She was sleepy, staring up at him. "Don't pretend I'm too young to hear the truth."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well," he said. How did one proceed in this conversation? "Well," he said again. And finally, "No, Katie, your mother and I don't really have sex that much anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞Katie stared up at him with something akin to sympathy and something very much like loneliness. "Vanessa said you kind of had a reputation at college."＜/p＞＜p＞"What kind of repuー"＜/p＞＜p＞"She said you had sex. A lot." Katie smirked. "And that you were very...gifted."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale's head swam. He became intensely aware of his daughter's breasts pressed against his chest. She continued, "And I was thinking about that. I kind of couldn't stop because, um, you're my dad? But, I was thinking how I never thought of you that way. Mostly because," she looked at him intensely, "I don't think I ever heard you having sex. With mom."＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, I don't think this is appropriate."＜/p＞＜p＞"OK," she said. "So you and mom don't have sex?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"But you used to have a lot of sex back in the day."＜/p＞＜p＞"It wasn't 'back in the day'ー"＜/p＞＜p＞"And now you just don't have sex at all?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"That sounds like it really sucks, Dad."＜/p＞＜p＞He stared down at his daughter. Her eyes flitted over his, over his cheeks, over his nose, his ears. Her face was flushed. Suddenly he felt her heart beating on his ribcage; he felt his own heart pounding.＜/p＞＜p＞"I love you," she said to him.＜/p＞＜p＞"I love you, too, honey."＜/p＞＜p＞"Uh huh," she breathed up at him. "I'm sorry you don't have sex anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"I said it sucks. Does it suck?" She pronounced the word in a very deliberate way. He started to say something but she reached down and grabbed him in a placeーthe exact placeーthat was eternally off-limits. "Does it suck, Daddy?"＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Confessions of a Naughty Invisible Man - Volume 3【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Something is happening to Dr. Abner Beal. He's spent the last nine years developing a serum to turn soldiers invisible, and now he's finally done it. It was his life's work...but his life isn't over. For the first time in years, Abner's heart is overcome with emotion. He feels strange and vulnerable, and alone. When his wife decides to separate from him, he finds himself torn between two very different women: His seductive co-worker who wants him for his brain, and his daughter's best friend who wants him for his body. What is a naughty invisible man to do?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞The defiant universe brought her running to her door just as I turned to mine. She saw me, pulled her earbuds, and jogged over the grass.＜/p＞＜p＞"Good morning."That was a surprise. It wasn't "Mr. Beal" or "Professor," it was just "good morning." I pushed aside the ridiculous thought that I might have been on her mind."How far did you get this morning?" I asked.She grinned. "You wouldn't believe me."I wiped my neck with my wet shirt and leaned back, arms crossed, ready to disbelieve.Her eyes flitted, once, to my glistening chest, and returned to meet my gaze. "I got to the new mall."I had to laugh. The girl was no joker. She had run six miles to the construction site on the outskirts of downtown, and then back again."You must have been going easy on me the other night," I said. "I passed you earlier and I only made it half as far."She took the hem of her shirt and used it to wipe the sweat drops above her lip. Her body was flushed and wet, and the glimpse of her taut stomach pulled at the nerves in my core. I was overwhelmed by an intense desire to take her in my arms. This girl was no older than my daughter, and yet..."Where did you go?"I shook myself from my reverie. "Miles away," I murmured. "I mean, just to the quarry. More thinking than running this morning."She nodded. "I have those days."School was almost over, and soon she and Rebecca would be galavanting over town, searching for jobs and entertainment in the few weeks before they matriculated. "Any plans?" I asked, inwardly shocked. I was making small talk.She shrugged. The silence stretched, and her lingering gaze unnerved me. She had the slow, comfortable peace of a completed run in her eyes, and those eyes were searching me for answers."You seem more content than the last time I saw you," I said."Something happened to me."My heart skipped a beat.She pulled the tie out of her ponytail and languidly stretched her neck as she scooped her fingers through her wet hair. "It was strange, and sexy...and inappropriate."I stood rooted to my doorstep, dumbfounded by her frank confession. I licked my lips. "Amber--""You know, don't you?""I--""It's okay. I want you to know.""Why?""Because it helped me.""I don't know why--"She shook her head. "Maybe that's true. But you are 'exceedingly intelligent.' I think you can figure it out." And with a sly look in her eye and a graceful twist of her hips, she turned to go. "I'll be home all day, Mr. Beal. If Rebecca wants me."I watched her thighs bounce as she jogged back across the lawn. She'd said Rebecca, but the invitation sounded quite open.My heart hammered against my chest as I staggered up the stairs. I stripped off my shorts and shoes and threw myself into the shower. The hot water drenched my sticky skin, refreshing my body if not my mind.What did Amber know? How could she know? And yet, hadn't she said my name that night? I'd thought perhaps it was part of her fantasy, a naughty wish fulfillment, but that was naive. She said she knew my smell.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Rumpelstiltskin & The Golden Promise【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞The good news is that King Udolf wants to marry Lorelle, a starving little nobody from the poorest village in the kingdom. The bad news is that her drunken father swears she can spin straw into gold. Now Lorelle has until sunrise to prove him right, or both she and her father will face the hangman. Enter Rumpelstiltskin, a hideous hunchback with a serious attitude problem. His magic is the only thing that can save her life, but first she must submit to his carnal desire. Lorelle is prepared to hate him for that. She isn't prepared for the way his clever tongue makes her laugh...or the way it makes her moan!This erotic romance is 27,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Rump waited for her nervous fingers to relinquish his buttons. Then he said, with muffled anger, "I told you not to call me again. I told you that it would go hard for you. And yet--"＜/p＞＜p＞"--I did!" she snapped. "I have no other choice.""No!" he said. "And did I not tell you that, too? There is always a choice.""So you would have me choose my own death?" she said. "Yes!" he shouted. The word was so loud and so fierce that Lorelle shrank from the hunchback. For a moment, his ugly face faltered and his golden fingers opened, as if to reach for her, as if to apologize for his outburst, but when the moonlight touched his hand, when it glinted back its cold metal, his heart hardened once more. "You owe them nothing, Lorelle, not even your life. Give them death. It is the only freedom in this world."Lorelle clutched her throbbing chest. "How can you say such a thing?" she whispered. "Death is freedom? Only one who has lived so long could be so arrogant. If my mother taught me anything, you miserable man, it is that life is fleeting. It cannot be dispensed with so casually, not when its span is unknown or its quality variable by the moment. A week ago I was a worthless brewer's girl. Tonight I am a heartbeat removed from the crown. What will I be tomorrow? Would you prefer a corpse?"The Rump clawed his fingers through his limp hair and threw his cap at his feet. "No," he said. "Only, it will not end here, Lorelle. The King will have you spinning until your dying breath.""Yes," she said."I cannot save you indefinitely," he said. "There is only so much you can sacrifice.""I will give what I must," she said. "That," he said, "I do not doubt. You are as tenacious a maid as ever I met.""I am no longer a maid," she said. "You saw to that."The Rump gazed into her sweet brown eyes. "Aye. That I did. Though I took no pleasure in it.""Liar," she said. "You took as much pleasure in it as I did." Then, remembering that he could never finish the act, she amended her statement. "Some pleasure.""Pleasure is irrelevant to this new affair," he said. "Lorelle, I beseech you to reconsider.""Why?" she said. "Is this not what you do? Is this not your demonic mission? To seduce women into your power?""My power?" he laughed. "Oh, Lorelle, if you knew..." He shuffled to the spinning wheel and gave its wheel a formidable turn. As it blurred into motion, silent sparks rolled forth into the shape of golden teeth. The teeth grimaced and melted into smoke. "I wasted my young years seducing women. What I do now is penance. Do you know what sacrifice I would ask of you for this second wish?""Some new depravity?" she hoped. "I confess, I've exhausted my imagination as to what it could be.""You've been fantasizing about me, have you?""Let us not go so far," she said. Her fingers traced the circumference of the wheel until they rested close to his own golden hand. "Only that I have been preparing myself to be defiled."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
The Futanari Virus【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞A sensual mutation is transforming the women of Hapi, Delaware. As if by magic, their bodies are changing, gaining male anatomy in addition to their own! More aggressive, more powerful, and consumed by a passionate lust that borders on nymphomania, these frisky futanari cannot help seducing their friends and neighbors.＜/p＞＜p＞In these pages you'll meet the women afflicted with the Futanari Virus: A sassy dom who dreams of cuckolding her co-worker's husband, a shy wife lusting for the girl next door, and a cheerleading captain who will do whatever it takes to keep her new futa body a secret.＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic futa tale is 22,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞"You keep staring at me," Casey said.＜/p＞＜p＞Robin smiled. "Yes."＜/p＞＜p＞"What do you want to say to me?" Her slender finger drew a perpetual circle on the granite counter, that narrow lip between the sink and the cool air of the kitchen. "You saw me, didn't you?"＜/p＞＜p＞"When?"＜/p＞＜p＞Casey squeezed the lip. "Last Saturday. With Simon."＜/p＞＜p＞"Maybe."＜/p＞＜p＞A husky laugh cut its way through the girl's teeth. She panted for a moment, then rolled her fingers up her throat. She tried to loosen the sudden knot that had formed there, or identify the source of the heat. But it was fruitless. She reached back, to the tie that bound her hair, and pulled it loose. Her dark tresses skated over her naked shoulders. "You watched me."＜/p＞＜p＞"I did."＜/p＞＜p＞"How long did you watch me?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I watched the whole thing."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?" She turned to Robin at last, and knew precisely why.＜/p＞＜p＞Neither woman knew why her body felt so hot, but they understood the sensation. Raw arousal was in the air, almost thick enough to taste. It emanated from Robin's pores and saturated the air that Casey breathed. Lust spread from her lungs to other sensitive body parts, until she was consciously squeezing her thighs together. She had felt this queer attraction the night before, when she smelled Robin's sweat, but ascribed it to the alcohol...＜/p＞＜p＞Simon had never looked at her the way Robin did now - the way, she realized, that the older woman had always looked at her. "Am I safe here?" she asked.＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't know," Robin said.＜/p＞＜p＞"So I should say thank you and leave."＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," Robin said.＜/p＞＜p＞"But if I don't leave?" Casey squeezed the counter lip. "What will you do if I don't leave?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I'll tell you how to thank me."＜/p＞＜p＞Casey tugged at her hair, and bit her lip, and gazed down into Robin's piercing eyes. "How do I thank you?" she whispered.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	430円
How I Seduced My Hot Young Stepmom【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞When his father marries a hot young yoga teacher, Billy tries his best to ignore her. But Kelly wants the two of them to bond over yoga. Getting up close and personal with this vivacious woman only stokes Billy's lust, so he hatches a plan to claim her for himself. It won't be easy with his father just around the corner…＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Kelly was a hygienist and part-time yoga instructor, which could have predicted the downfall. As soon as she and my dad started getting more serious (about partway through the school year), she would stay the night, and I would be treated, on those mornings, to Kelly in the living room doing her exercises in nothing but her skintight yoga shorts and sports bra.＜/p＞＜p＞Now, Kelly was 28, and her abdominals looked like they'd been cut with soft glass…but her bottom on those mornings…with the sun glinting off the thin fabric of her shorts…was a round, plump confection. It was sweet, is what I mean to say. No, morning wood did not make these yoga routines any easier to sit through. I'd spill my cornflakes, I'd trip over my robe (note, I never started wearing a robe until Kelly started staying the night), I'd do my damnedest not to stare.＜/p＞＜p＞Of course she was also polite enough to ask if I wanted to watch the TV, and if I wanted her to move. Except…not too polite.＜/p＞＜p＞How do I put this? The whole time she and my father were dating, she never really fell over herself trying to impress me. I guess that's the best way to say it. Most women who my father had dated (in the beginning, closer to my mom's age) had gone out of their way to show an interest in my schoolwork or water polo, or try to initiate conversation. Kelly didn't do that. Again, she was polite, she was nice, but she didn't concern herself with things she didn't really want to know, or small talk she didn't really want to have. Maybe it was because we were closer in age.＜/p＞＜p＞So, when I say "not too polite," I mean…when I'd come downstairs at the crack of dawn to wolf down breakfast before water polo practice, and Kelly would be there, a half head shorter than me with her soft breasts bound in the tight black sports bra, her chest jutting out into space and one long, lithe leg sticking straight out towards the sun and the barest of light sneaking between the crack of her bottom and the tiny beads of perspiration highlighting her contours, upper lip, forehead and calves…I mean that when she said, "Do you want to watch TV, Billy?” there was always the lingering hint of sarcasm in those words.＜/p＞＜p＞She usually didn't say much more than that, but the question was never straightforward, ever. It was a subtle, barely there accusation, a hint, a ghost of a tease, as if she were asking, "Can you think of something better to watch than me right now?"＜/p＞＜p＞Those mornings I tried to eat my breakfast, get my shorts on and get the hell out of there before I did something stupid.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 3 Book 3 of "His Personal Call Girl"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞With her boyfriend back in town, Catherine puts her prostitution on hold. Tom agrees without argument, but for some reason Catherine can't stop thinking about him. He's satisfied her in ways no other man ever hasーand he's the one who's been paying her! Backdoor fun, lewd phone calls, and a threesome with Sara are all in her future. But which man does she truly love, Bobby…or Tom?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Where I was conflicted before I was now much less so. I still considered myself with Bobby but I saw my arrangement with Tom more and more as another job, one I happened to actually like. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to sell myself on the street. But it's pretty hard to dislike having a man massage you, make love to you, then pay half a grand and be on his way without pushing any other agenda. When I thought about it like that I almost felt like Tom was getting shortchanged. But then again, I was what he wanted, and I did what he wanted.＜/p＞＜p＞Case in point, it was near the end of January and I was sitting at home in a tight green apron that I'd found in my mother's closet. It was small, and very old, but it suited the purpose I had for it. I watched myself tie it around my naked body in the mirror, making sure that it was as knotted as it could be (Tom didn't want it to be too easy), taking note of the generic floral print running over the borders and the way it faded and frayed at the edges. I smoothed it over my front and stomach. The frilled bottom just barely covered my upper thighs. I checked myself on the sides. The round slopes of my breasts were clearly visible between my arms and the apron front. After that I sat down and applied makeup. More makeup than I would have, than any girl would have past, let's be honest, 1955.＜/p＞＜p＞I read in the paper the other day that when men and women get depressed, they tend to get more sexually active (something about wanting to pass our genes on while survival seems low). That could have been it. I didn't like my current career; and while I didn't expect to be a secretary my whole life, and was almost certain that, somehow or other, I'd eventually get to graduate school, and then a real career, it was all still so far away (it seemed). And I didn't like it. In fact, I hated it. That I took pleasure in what Tom and I were doing was a relief to me. So, when he'd mentioned the apron and the makeup, I went to the gym earlier in the day and came home to prepare. I told him to come by at the usual time.＜/p＞＜p＞When the doorbell rang, I blew myself a big red kiss in the mirror. Working a little more wiggle into my hips, I traipsed to the door and opened it slowly…＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Blackmail! My Boyfriend's Hunky Father【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Leah's boyfriend is such a bore. He's not a bad guy, he'd just rather play video games than take her to bed. So what's a horny girl to do? Seduce her boyfriend's hunky father, of course! Tim is a grouch, but he's so handsome and strong. Just the thought of his biceps makes her tingle. Leah knows it's wrong to want this hot older man, but she just can't help herself! Maybe he'll notice her if she sends some naughty selfies to his phone...＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Tim definitely liked the lace cutaway teddy that opened over my belly and came together just between my thighs. His eyes were dinner plates when I bumped the door open with a playful twist of my butt. "Tada!" I sang.＜/p＞＜p＞It was a shiny red number that gave me more cleavage than Tim had probably ever seen (at least on a buxom 19-year-old like me). The panties matched and were soft as silk, shiny.＜/p＞＜p＞"I-" he stammered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmhmm," I agreed. I felt wicked. I struck another pose in the open doorway. I stuck my knee out and balanced my foot on the doorjamb and ran my hands back through my hair. "What do you think, Mr. Davies? Don't I look famous or something?"＜/p＞＜p＞"It's. Leah, I think I should g-"＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, but…!" I skipped forward and took his hands. My breasts bobbed like jellyrolls (and probably looked just as sweet, all in red). I backed up with him into the dressing room. "How can you pay for it if you don't even know what it looks like?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Leah, I'm- Oh." He suddenly realized we were going into the dressing room together. "We're not supposed to-"＜/p＞＜p＞"Andrea doesn't mind." I pulled him inside and shut the door. We were standing together in the cramped little closet with just the full length mirror in front of us and my clothes on the floor. I posed in front of the mirror and stuck my butt out.＜/p＞＜p＞I leaned forward so that my chest hung down and touched the mirror with my hands, and wiggled happily. "Now, the only problem is, I think maybe it's a little too tight. What do you think?"＜/p＞＜p＞His eyebrows came together. "I should go."＜/p＞＜p＞"No, you need to help me. I definitely think you should help me." I played with the cups and cinched them up higher, pretending to study myself in the mirror. I made the prancing seem completely natural. I'm a pro at it. I made it really cute. "What do you think of that?" I said.＜/p＞＜p＞"It's good, Leah. It's-"＜/p＞＜p＞"Hm, good might not be good enough, though. I should look REALLY good in this. You don't think I look REALLY good?" I twirled in place like a dancer and turned my foot up behind me. I bounced up and placed an affectionate little kiss on his chin. "Do you think I look REALLY good?"＜/p＞＜p＞Maybe I was being unfair. The pain in his eyes was so palpable. I could see every little thing he wanted to do to me, and every little thing that was holding him back. "Yes," he breathed.＜/p＞＜p＞"I think I have something even cuter. Do you want to see it?"＜/p＞＜p＞His forehead was wet. He was actually sweating.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh..." I said softly. My hand slid down his chest, down his belt. I gave him a slow, gentle squeeze. "Oh, I'm not trying to tease you...I just want to know what you really think."＜/p＞＜p＞Tim. Big strong Tim. Big mean Tim. Big grumpy Tim. He shuddered so hard he nearly collapsed on top of me. "Leah," he gasped. "You don't understand. It's been so long. I want to tear you apart."＜/p＞＜p＞"Sure you do," I whispered. I went up on my toes again and kissed his firm lips. "Now turn around, and don't peek while I change into my skirt."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Planet Of Sex【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Rachel Brighton isn't your average civil servant. She's a sexual ambassador for the human race. It's not a bad job, if you don't mind prudes calling you a "star slut." The year is 2030 and the aliens have landed, but they don't want to rule the planet. They want to woo it. An insidious plague has rendered human women the last fertile females in the galaxy, and transformed Earth into its number one mating destination. After rounding up the male population, the aliens make a deal with the new female-led government: Teach us how to make love to human women and we'll return your men.＜/p＞＜p＞Rachel used to think nothing on Earth could satisfy her weird desires. But Earth, and her libido, are no longer alone in the universe. To save the human race, to save the aliens, she'll embark on a journey of erotic discovery. This tale of interstellar sex is 20,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞He made a sound in the front of his mouth that I realized was a chuckle. "Are you considered attractive among your people?" he asked.＜/p＞＜p＞"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."＜/p＞＜p＞His ears twitched. He leaned lower to gaze into my eyes. "I cannot say that I find you attractive in the manner of my people," he said, "but I understand why you were chosen for this position. How do I describe this feeling? I find you...is the word 'cute' appropriate?"＜/p＞＜p＞I nodded. "There's a few ways I can take that, most of them complimentary."＜/p＞＜p＞Cautiously, Aurelias raised his upper left hand and swept his large fingers through my hair. "And you smell pleasant," he said. "Our females did not apply artificial scents."＜/p＞＜p＞"But you have your pheromones."＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," he said, "and they are effective. Still, I enjoy the smell of jasmine as much as the next creature." His eyes moved over my body, curiosity tugging at the corners of his lips. "And this is part of human flirtation? The looks you were giving me in the meeting, the gentle pressure of your hand on my knee?"＜/p＞＜p＞"What do you think?"＜/p＞＜p＞All four of his wrists turned up, his palms to the sky. "I have another question. Was your job always as complicated as this?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Actually..." I reached for his chin and gently pulled it down to my eyes. "I was a teacher."＜/p＞＜p＞"How strange, and how fitting. A position that requires patience and a desire to impart knowledge. A nurturing instinct. The ability to work within an established system. Such traits are perfectly suited to a human emissary, but--"＜/p＞＜p＞"But it's not the whole story," I said. I slid my palms up his long jaw, enjoying the sleekness of his sea foam skin. I pulled him lower, down to me, and planted a soft kiss on his lips.＜/p＞＜p＞Aurelias reared back, astonished. "Was that a kiss?" he asked.＜/p＞＜p＞"A very chaste one," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞The Hisanian licked his lips. "I confess that I find myself more attracted to you the more you speak, or perhaps I am simply eager to begin this strange act." He seemed puzzled by his own impatience. "Forgive me," he said, after a moment. "I have not copulated since my wife was taken by the plague. I had thought my will more than adequate to restrain me but...you are extremely fertile."＜/p＞＜p＞"Your wife, how long ago did it happen?"＜/p＞＜p＞"The same time it struck all our females. They went quickly, which is our only solace."＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm sorry," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞He cocked his head. "Why?"＜/p＞＜p＞I shrugged. "It's what we say. It's a brief way of showing respect for your loss."＜/p＞＜p＞"That is kind," he said. "I do not know what she would think of this state of affairs. We are a proud race and do not easily change. She was...traditional."＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm not," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞Aurelias smiled and, slowly, gracefully, returned to his full height. He gazed down at me and ruffled his mane. "Much of the League was surprised by the adaptability of your species. Not the men, of course. They behaved as expected. You, however, are an exemplar of your gender."＜/p＞＜p＞"Would you like me to show you how much?" I asked.＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," he said, his voice husky. "Standard procedure is for the two of us to compare our mating rituals but, as I understand it, there is no real ritual for humans."＜/p＞＜p＞"Not unless you count dinner and a movie."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 3 Book 3 of "Daddy's Forbidden Desire"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Desperate to free himself of his daughter's temptations, Dale struggles with his insatiable lust. While Katie teases him with obscene phone calls, Dale loses focus at work. Margaret, Dale's sassy young secretary, knows her boss is having an affair and hates that it's distracting the powerful man she loves. To get his head back in the game, she offers herself to him instead. But the relief doesn't last. After Margaret leaves on vacation, Katie comes home to spend the night with Mom and Dad. Telling her mother that she's heartbroken over her boyfriend, Katie asks to sleep in her parents' bed. Now Dale is stuck between his wife and his daughter, and Katie says she can't sleep...＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Katie's eyes batted up at him. "Do you remember what it feels like to break up with someone? When part of you is sad but part of you is horny and wondering?" She actually made her eyes water. "I'm just a little messed up. I'm sorry I teased you. Can't you feel a little bad for me?" she whispered. "Can't you feel for me, daddy?" As she spoke her eyes closed. She tilted her face up to his and pouted her mouth; and in the moonlight she was so soft, and vulnerable. How could he not?＜/p＞＜p＞He reached up and caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I didn't realize. But you're...it'll be okay."＜/p＞＜p＞She gave a weak sob and he bent down to kiss her forehead. She raised her head and let his lips slide over her skin. The kiss slid down to her nose, paternally. She continued to raise her face and he lightly pecked her on the mouth. She didn't move that time but continued to sniffle, so he pecked her again. This time she parted her lips ever so slightly but didn't press against his. He placed his hand on her other cheek. "It'll be okay," he murmured. She stretched her neck for another kiss.＜/p＞＜p＞"Will it, daddy?"＜/p＞＜p＞This time when he kissed her she moved her lips with his. "Mmm," she murmured into his mouth. He didn't pull his face away this time and she opened her lips all the way and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He started to pull away but she sobbed again, as if on cue. Their next kiss was wet and she breathed into his mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞Within him, his stomach churned with longing and despair. Instinctually, he wanted to protect her, and she'd made it clear that his kisses were showing her the attention and love she needed. But that wasn't the only instinct at work, and he needed her to stop pressing against him.＜/p＞＜p＞He caressed her neck and she eased against his hand. She gave a whimper that forced him to take her hand from his arm and kiss it; it was the sound of her need. He kissed her fingers.＜/p＞＜p＞"Daddy, I can feel you."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Claiming Cassidy A Dangerous Roleplay【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Todd's had a crush on Cassidy since they were in high school, but she's way out of his league. Even working together he's still too tongue-tied to confess his feelings. One night, during a drunken conversation at a friend's party, Cassidy reveals her kinkiest secret: She's obsessed with being taken by a burglar. Her boyfriend thinks it's dangerous, her friends think it's weird, but Todd sees it as a golden - and erotic - opportunity. Now Todd's making dirty phone calls from an unknown number and threatening to break Cassidy's door down - and she's begging him to do it! Can Todd throw off his shy persona and become the masked intruder that rocks her world?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I had just pitched the rest of the turkey and cheese to the mob of birds when the door clanged open behind me. I nearly jumped off the roof.＜/p＞＜p＞"Todd!"＜/p＞＜p＞It was Cassidy, dark hair tussling with the wind, her sheer blouse whipping over her neck and cleavage. She was out of breath, but when she saw my face she smiled. She hurried over. "I've been looking all over for you!"＜/p＞＜p＞"Me?"＜/p＞＜p＞She grabbed my wrist and pulled me back from the edge. Great, I thought, there goes my getaway.＜/p＞＜p＞"I got another weird phone call. We need to solve this mystery!"＜/p＞＜p＞"We do?"＜/p＞＜p＞She made me sit down with her at the table. The pigeons cocked their heads, puzzled at the sudden activity, eager for another free lunch.＜/p＞＜p＞"Do you have a jacket?" she asked. "I'm freezing up here."＜/p＞＜p＞"Um, no? But we can go insi-"＜/p＞＜p＞She waved the suggestion aside. "Nope. This is top secret. Do you understand?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Uh-"＜/p＞＜p＞"You promise you didn't tell anyone about what I said that night?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Cassidy, I'd never-"＜/p＞＜p＞"I believe you. But we have to figure out who's messing with me, because it's driving me crazy." She grinned at me and swept a black tress behind her ear. "I love solving mysteries, don't you?"＜/p＞＜p＞Love mysteries? No. Love Cassidy? I tried to think of a good line to convey it, but just ended up saying something stupid. "I know what they say about me downstairs, Cass, but I really lead a very boring life."＜/p＞＜p＞She grabbed my hands. Her fingers were ice cold, so I cupped them in my own. She gave a hum of approval. "Thanks," she said. "So let's break this down. That night at the party there was you and Sarah, and Alice and Steve, and Dan and me."＜/p＞＜p＞"Right... And you think someone's been - er - what have they been doing?"＜/p＞＜p＞She leaned in close, eyes scanning the door to make sure we were alone. "Well, it's a he. Definitely a he. And he's been...making dirty phone calls."＜/p＞＜p＞My heart was the tip of a jackhammer digging into my ribs. I swallowed the lump in my throat and prayed my palms didn't give me away. Her fingers were rapidly warming against mine. "So, like, what's he saying?"＜/p＞＜p＞Her cheeks were rosy from the wind. Her eyes glittered in the afternoon sun and her skin glowed with heat. "You know," she said, "dirty things."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why don't you hang up when you see it's him?"＜/p＞＜p＞An impish smile. "I want to see how far he'll go."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh."＜/p＞＜p＞"What do you think of that?"＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Olwen the Barbarian vs. The Sorceress of Sappho: A Lesbian Fantasy【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Olwen the Barbarian is a ruthless warrior who offers her sword to only the highest bidder. When the Prince of Darthia is kidnapped by the sorceress Callista, his father begs Olwen to retrieve him. Little does he know, Olwen is intimately familiar with the Sorceress of Sappho. Once upon a time, the two were the dearest of lovers. Now the fiercest of enemies, their reunion promises a legendary battle...or perhaps a rekindling of their sapphic romance?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞For what felt like the hundredth time in as many days, Olwen's strength failed her. The girl's hair slipped from her fingers and she fell back against the bundled wool that served as her pillow.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh," the sorceress murmured. "Are you in pain?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Why couldn't you kill me?" Olwen rasped. "I...I cannot live with this shame."＜/p＞＜p＞Callista's thumb skated beneath Olwen's blue eyes, wiping her tears away. "Is it really so hard as that? I've lived in shame most of my life. And look, I've managed to beat a barbarian into submission."＜/p＞＜p＞"You did not beat me," Olwen said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Shhh," the girl chided.＜/p＞＜p＞"Do not silence me!"＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm sorry," the girl laughed.＜/p＞＜p＞"Kill me now," Olwen growled. "Kill me or I swear I shall have vengeance, not only for Viatrix but for this humiliation!"＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, trust me, a little humiliation works wonders. It's very motivating. I'm sure even a big mean barbarian can stand to be humbled now and again--especially when she faces a superior foe." Olwen struggled to rise from her bed but the sorceress easily pinned her to the straw. "Do not mistake me. There is a great beauty in your fearsomeness. I have never seen a woman such as you. But I believe few, if any, have seen you as I do now."＜/p＞＜p＞Olwen thrust her head back against the wool, helpless and defeated. "I wasn't strong enough," she said. The words cut their way through the iron lump in her throat. "I...failed. I have never failed."＜/p＞＜p＞Callista drew the barbarian's eyes to her bare thigh, and the poultice she'd applied to her jagged bite. "Is not life itself a victory?" she asked quietly. "I owe you mine."＜/p＞＜p＞"Our debt is settled."＜/p＞＜p＞"Not quite. I have nursed you, yes, but you still suffer."＜/p＞＜p＞Olwen could not answer. Her rage burned into her sorrow until the emotions were inseparable. It gnawed at her insides like the fangs of a pig rat. She heard her father's words atop the Skuggi mountains. "If you should fall..." There was victory or nothing, that was the barbarian way. She fought desperately to block the next tears that bled from her eyes, and fought too the sob that wrenched from her throat. Despite the fire and the wool blanket, she shivered. Was the sorceress right? Did she suffer? Yes, she did. The defeat hurt worse than any wound.＜/p＞＜p＞When she felt the girl's lips touch her own, the relief was too welcome to deny. Olwen closed her eyes into the kiss, and it was soft and warm, tentative but eager. Callista's thin fingers slid from Olwen's jaw to the space behind her ear, parting her lips in a reflexive moan and caressing her cautious tongue. Callista's tongue... When she withdrew, Olwen whimpered.＜/p＞＜p＞"I have tended to you in this darkness for days," Callista whispered, "frightened that I was not skilled enough to save you. And now your eyes are open and I only want to soothe your pain." She bowed her head to kiss the cord of muscle in Olwen's throat. "And I have tended to this body of yours...and yearned."＜/p＞＜p＞As Callista's fingers slipped down her wriggling stomach, Olwen seized her by the wrist. "What magic is this?" she breathed.＜/p＞＜p＞"No magic," Callista said. "Why, do you feel better?"＜/p＞＜p＞"A kiss cannot make me better."＜/p＞＜p＞"Then I'm not doing it right." Callista's teeth bit into the barbarian's lip.＜/p＞＜p＞Olwen's nerves were in such a state of chaos that even the brush of Callista's hair gave her a tingle. Her heart slammed fitfully against the bars of her ribcage. "But you are my enemy," she whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Not now," Callista promised. Her hand disappeared beneath the blanket. "Not here."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	314円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 4【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞In the conclusion to this tawdry tale of personal prostitution, Catherine is divided between Bobby, the man she thought she loved, and Tom, the enigmatic client that may truly need her. After having her way with both of them, Catherine separates herself from these men, seeking emotional (and physical) comfort in the arms of her best friend Allison. Who will she ultimately end up with, if anyone?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Without Tom's bi-weekly visitations to look forward to the days ground on. I didn't stop hitting the gym, but I never saw him there. Allison's acting dreams weren't panning out like she'd hoped and so we became gym bunnies again, getting smoothies afterward, talking about guys, work, and other parts of the daily grind. I didn't tell her about Bobby, or Tom. I tried not to think about it.＜/p＞＜p＞I'd saved up enough from our contract to make a down payment on an apartment. If I kept the secretary job I could scrimp by. It wouldn't be a comfortable existence but the few grand would act as a nice buffer while I continued my job search. If that was really what I wanted to do.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated to admit it, but without Tom's bi-weekly visitations I lost a little bit of color in my world. In the beginning, I was afraid of him and afraid of what I was doing to myself. Towards the middle, I saw it as a job, as an enjoyable job, but a kind of employment (not a career or a calling, certainly) nonetheless. By the end... I'll be honest, I missed him. I missed his kisses, and I missed his loud, stupid motorcycle. I didn't miss the mystery, because I realized I'd wanted to know more a long time ago.＜/p＞＜p＞The orgasms were rough to lose, too.＜/p＞＜p＞I tried not to concentrate on that, tried to keep myself in reality. I was at home, it was nearly March, and I was staring at several browser windows of job applications and graduate school websites and trying to figure out if it was weird that Tom had just disappeared from my life. I could call him whenever I wanted, but I didn't know if he'd pick up. I didn't know where he lived. I couldn't find him online. He was like some tricky phantom who'd blown in with the season and blown away, sad and strange. But Tom was more than a ghost. He'd been flesh and blood, hard, never mean, rough and gentle.＜/p＞＜p＞It bothered me that I missed him, because I didn't know if I missed him because I missed him, if I missed him because it was over with Bobby, if I really missed Bobby, or if my life was just directionless and I was looking for anything halfway decent to prop me up. It was an uncomfortable position to be in.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby refuses to confront her feelings for her futanari neighbor. If it was just the kinky sex that drove her crazy, she could bury her passion with her prayers, but there's something else going on. Leticia cares for Abby in a way that scares her senseless. The futa girl wants them to be more than secret lovers, but can Abby accept that? It goes against her religion, her upbringing, her sexual identity. Just when she thinks she's made up her mind, Letty appears at the mall with a very naughty proposition... This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞That was hardly the most daring aspect of the dress. The tag said it had a plunging V-neckline, but the neckline was more of a suggestion than a reality. The front was a cutout that needed to be tied, and tightly. Without a bra to hold me back, my chest pushed against the lightweight weave and turned what was supposed to be a cute dress into a sultry proposition. If I was skinnier, and less endowed, this would be a fun little number to wear to the beach, but the way it fitted against me was more tantalizing than teasing. It was sensual.＜/p＞＜p＞My fingers shook as I tied a loose knot in the cutout, knowing full well that I'd never wear this thing again. Though every second I spent in the dressing room ate into my commute, I sacrificed them for the fantasy that this belonged to me. I combed out my hair and let it fall over my shoulders, I pouted, I posed. I played with the loose sleeves. I twisted in place to see how the fabric draped over my butt. I suddenly remembered that Letty was behind the door. With the exception of my brain (which tumbled into a bucket of ice water), every part of my body turned uncomfortably hot. The contradiction left me dizzy and reeling for the wall again. I didn't have to let her see me in this, I promised myself. I didn't owe her a thing. But the warm parts of me rebelled. With weak fingers shaking like leaves on a brittle branch, I slid the bolt out of the dressing room door. The door swung back. Awkward in my own skin, I curled my shaking fingers into the skirt. I wished the hem was longer, wished her eyes would end their long journey up my bare legs and stomach, and not linger on the knot. I wished she didn't sway from side to side and wrap her arms around her hips in quiet contemplation. I wished I didn't say something stupid like, "What do you think?"I wished I could tell her no when she reached for my hand and lifted it over my head. She spun me in a slow circle. I wished I could control my breathing better, wished my ragged panting wasn't made so obvious by my naked cleavage. I wished I didn't close my eyes when she brushed her lips against my ear. "I think you look beautiful," she whispered. I heard her close the dressing room door behind her. "I know you think that," I said, trying to be stronger. "I mean the dress. What do you think of that?"She locked the bolt.I felt her near me again, just in front of me. I felt her hands on my thighs slowly pushing up the skirt, felt her body through her t-shirt. I felt her warm breath on my nose. "I was thinking..." she said, "of you. In this dress. In a little cottage by the ocean. Barefoot. Nothing under here..." "A cottage?" I murmured. I finally opened my eyes. She was gazing down at me with an unholy hunger. "That's a very domestic scene," I said. "Do we have a little dog, too? Do I make you dinner when the sun goes down?""No, I think we order out," she said. Her voice was low, and I wondered if it was because she knew it made me wet or because the mousy clerk was sitting just outside. Letty's fingers began to untie the loose knot I'd made in the cutout. "But you do let me undress you when we get back inside."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Mrs. Wilson's Cure for Headstrong Ladies & Hysterical Wives【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞All Hubert wanted was an obedient wife that could zip her lip and be a pretty little homemaker. His Minnie sure is pretty, but she's as obedient as a feral cat! She's always mouthing off, breaking vases, and screaming about "her place" in a man's world. When she crashes his Rolls Royce Phantom II, that's the very last straw! Declaring his wife hysterical, Hubert takes her to the one woman that can cure any headstrong dame. Little does he know, Mrs. Wilson has zero interest in "fixing" Minnie and every intention of awakening her lesbian lust!＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic tale of lady love in the 1930s is 10,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞＜p＞"What are you doing to these women?" Minerva demanded.＜/p＞＜p＞"You make it sound so nefarious!" she laughed. "I do a few things, but mostly I listen. In those cases, the 'cure' is just mind over matter. A wife wants someone to tell her she's getting a raw deal. She wants to know that her anger doesn't qualify her for the bug house. It doesn't make the anger go away but it keeps her from balling up, helps her fool the husband for a few more years."＜/p＞＜p＞"I know my deal," Minerva growled. "I don't need you telling me how raw it is."＜/p＞＜p＞"Mm," Faye hummed. "I had a feeling about you when I saw you coming up the walk."＜/p＞＜p＞"And what feeling is that?"＜/p＞＜p＞"That you might have some venomous urges that need relieving."＜/p＞＜p＞"I most certainly do not!" Minerva gasped. She kicked out the chair as she stood up and tried to stomp away. The room was rather small, however, and her way was impeded by the strange piece of furniture with the bleached leather cushions. She managed to squeeze her way between that contraption and her overturned seat and got halfway to the door--despite her violent shaking--when she felt Faye's hand on her shoulder.＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm sorry," the woman said calmly. "I was excited to talk to you and I ran my mouth off. I have a tendency to do that."＜/p＞＜p＞Minerva glared at the woman over her shoulder. "And why were you so excited?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Pretty girls with dumb husbands do that to me."＜/p＞＜p＞Minerva was sure she didn't know what the woman was talking about. "Could you let me go? I just want to get away. If you say I escaped...told Hubert I got out of the house...then I could live here, in Los Angeles. I don't care what I'd have to do, I just can't be with him anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Because I don't love him. He's not a bad man. He's a stupid man but he's not evil. I thought I could love him. Daddy said I would. But I don't."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Stop asking me why!" Minerva screamed. "You've said yourself there is no cure. There is nothing you can give me to make me love him, no magic potion. So you say I must live with him or resign myself to...poisoned urges."＜/p＞＜p＞Cautiously, Faye drew her fingers along the girl's jaw and tilted her face up. "There are other options available to you," she said. "If you're keen to learn."＜/p＞＜p＞"What can I learn in a day?" the girl sniffed.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, doll, I don't need that much time."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	337円
The Tentacle Beast of Rigel-7【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞The crew of the starship Eros are on a voyage to explore strange and forbidding worlds. In this mission, the crew discover an abandoned ship floating over Rigel-7, and within, a tentacled alien frozen in ice. The crew bring it back aboard their ship for study, little knowing the humanoid creature feeds on desire and has an unstoppable urge to mate with beautiful females! Commander Bernadette Wulf is ensnared by the alien and forced to mate with it, but her reluctance becomes lust when its mutant pheromones compel her to submit to its power!＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	225円