Silver

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Vikki Steed

ISBN :978-1-4874-0638-7

Page :343

Word Count :112008

Publication Date :2016-02-01

Series : Silver Ties#1

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Silver (epub) , Silver (mobi) , Silver (prc) , Silver (pdf)

Category : Contemporary Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-0638-7

Qty

$2.50

0 reviews
Write a review

Cougars play with their cubs, and the cubs enjoy it. But at times a more sinister kind of woman stalks the earth—a cougar in search of a boy to devour, alive.

Once a cougar gets her claws into him, his only choice is to run like hell or submit to her unfathomable dominance. Her pleasure will become his only reason for existing. Silver adds a new dimension to the game by forcing the cub to grow up. She can’t stand an immature boy who doesn’t know how to please his woman. She’s a sadistic, selfish and manipulative lady.

Edith, by contrast, has a boring life. Since a recent breakup she’s been struggling to pay her bills. In the hope of earning a bit extra, she advertises her typing skills. Silver calls her—and in typical fashion demands far more than Edith is willing to give. Silver wants Edith to ghost-write a book about her exploits with her cub. She pays well. Reluctantly, Edith agrees. And so begins her education in things she’d rather not even think about.

Perhaps Edith’s innocence rubs off on Silver, because she starts to realise her cub is a one-in-a million kind of guy. She wants to let her guard down and love him the way he’s always loved her. But is it too late for that? Silver’s passion rushes to its shocking climax… and Edith’s love for her own partner is tested by Silver’s gorgeous cub.

Silver is erotic romance at its best, with a touch of everything from vanilla to cougar and BDSM sex.

I was lying on my bed in a state of relaxation, half asleep. It was one of those evenings where you wish you hadn’t lain down before doing the bathroom routine. Now I’d need to get up again to go and brush my teeth.

Sleepily, I played with my gold necklace. Andrew had given it to me not long before our breakup, and I thought of him whenever I wore it. Perhaps I should stop wearing it. The breakup had been months ago. Andrew was no longer part of my life, and I wouldn’t take him back even if he came begging.

But I liked the chain—it was pretty. My fingers fondled the little apple pendant. Andrew had teased me when he’d given me the necklace, saying that the apple symbolised the wickedness of all women, and me especially. He’d said that women born in Johannesburg—or for that matter, anywhere in South Africa, not to mention Africa in general—were particularly evil. Wicked, he’d said, just wicked. At first I’d thought he was joking, but later I began to think he really meant it. He’d sure treated me as if I was bad and didn’t deserve better.

My phone rang. I startled. Nobody ever called me at this time of night, not even my parents. I picked it up, and the screen showed an unfamiliar number. I answered with a cautious, “Hello?”

“Hello,” a woman’s voice replied. “Is that Edith?”

“Yes.”

“I’m phoning about the typing.” The woman sounded middle-aged, and she had a faint European accent. I lay back against the pillows and closed my eyes again.

“I’m looking for someone to help me write a book,” she said.

“I’m not a writer, sorry.”

“Your advert said you do typing for an hourly fee.”

“That’s right,” I said. “I’m a typist. My advert is for typing.”

“What’s the difference between a typist and a writer?” the caller asked.

I laughed. “Are you serious?”

“Well, to me there’s not much difference,” she said. “I can barely type, and I’m no good at writing either. But I need to write a book.”

“I can’t help you, I’m sorry,” I said. “My advert is for typing.” I stood and headed for the bathroom, because I was wide awake now. I wanted to brush my teeth and then tumble into bed and go to sleep and forget about this strange caller.

“Can’t you put a few words together?” She actually had the cheek to sound annoyed.

“Hey, my advert was for typing,” I repeated, even more annoyed.

“Can’t you write a sentence?”

“Of course I can write a sentence.”

“That’s all I need, then,” she said. “That will be fine. When can we meet?”

“Hell no, it’s not fine,” I replied. “I can write a sentence, but not a whole damn book. What you need is a ghost-writer. Why don’t you do a Google search and see if you can find other adverts? I’m just a secretary. I type stuff that other people have written.”

“I can’t do a Google search. I don’t have a computer.”&

Write a review

Your Name

Your Review

Note: HTML is not translated!

Rating Bad Good

Captcha

Enter the code in the box below

Related Products

Tags: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Silver, Cougar

Silver

$2.50

Write a review

Related Products

Silver