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Two for One – Excerpt
A shudder passed through Kimi’s body as she remembered the night before. God, she needed to get laid. Shaking her head, she grinned to herself at the thought and reached behind her back to find the pull cord attached to the zipper of her wetsuit. The neoprene suit had been one of the best things she had packed when she left Honolulu. Without it, she doubted if she could have continued her daily morning swim ritual; the water was just too cold on this side of the Pacific. She tugged on the cord, cursing at the zipper which habitually got stuck.
“Hey there, need a hand with that?” The voice was deep and smooth. Kimi turned in surprise and came face to face with the speaker’s Adam’s apple. She looked up, shading her hand from the sun to see his face. He was tall, lean and tanned, or maybe he just naturally had a darker skin tone. He wore a day or two’s worth of whiskers, but they only helped to give him that sexy bad-boy look. The crown of curly, blonde hair only added to the effect.
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Welcome to the Yacht Club – Vancouver’s exclusive BDSM club and best-kept secret – where few are asked to play, fewer still invited to stay.
Get your kink on with three short, spicy reads. Each sexy story brings a bit of ink, a lot of kink, topped with a hint of magic. Intended for a mature audience. Explicit language and content.
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We were in the process of winnowing down the list to our top five applicants in order to set up some interviews when my ‘spidey-sense’ vampire detector went off. I turned to look at the door just as it swung open, the little bell above it chiming quietly. For a minute, I thought my sixth sense must be on the fritz because standing in the doorway appeared to be a slight, young girl of about sixteen or seventeen. She was dressed in skinny jeans with the knees worn out, tennis shoes and a black hoodie. Her hair, which was dyed a fiery red, was pulled back in a ponytail and for the most part hidden under a frayed, army style cap. She could easily pass for just about any teenager in the neighbourhood. That is until she turned and met my eyes.





