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February 9, 2011

Sucker for Love by Lauren Fraser

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Well with Valentine’s Day quickly approaching love is in the air, the stores are filled with hearts, chocolates and flowers and it’s got me thinking about what it is that makes a great love story.

Now as a romance writer, I have to admit I’m always thinking about love in all it’s forms. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious that I’m a HUGE sucker for a happy ending but for me, part of the fun of a love story is watching the couples journey to their Happily Ever After. Following the journey from those initial sparks and zings of attraction all the way to the big L-O-V-E, through all the ups and downs of should we or shouldn’t we. How they handle all that sexual tension and angst.

Although I am a sucker for the happy ending, I have to admit I do enjoy when it’s a bumpy ride to get to the admission or realization that this is the person they are supposed to be with.

I think part of why I enjoy love stories that have some bumps to them is it makes the characters more real for me, more human. I feel like I can connect with characters so much better when they are at least a little flawed, like me. LOL

For most of us the road to finding our partner was a little bumpy. They don’t say you’ve got to kiss alot of frogs to find your prince for nothing.

Then you have to factor in can you see past all your own crap to realize that the person standing in front of you is the perfect person for you. Oy, sometimes it’s amazing we get it right. LOL But when they finally realize and everything comes together. It’s magic. Yep, a bumpy ride is a beautiful thing.

Now don’t get me wrong, I do like my fair share of fantasy in my romances but I like a little reality woven in.

What about you? As a reader do you prefer the romance in your stories to be a bit smoother, more of a fantasy rather than reality or are you like me and like when the couple has to work at least a little to find “The ONE”?

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January 21, 2011

The Importance of Proofreading by Lauren Fraser

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Now we’ve all heard how important it is to proofread your writing before you submit. I’ve heard numerous editors say the worst thing an author can do is not proofread their submission and query letter before they send it.

That being said we’ve all seen those headlines in the newspaper that just make you stop and go huh? The funny thing is even though you know it’s wrong you still feel the need to go back and read it again just to make sure LOL

Check these headlines out…

Man Kills Self Before Shooting Wife and Daughter
Wow, how’d he manage that?

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Tiger Woods plays with his own balls, Nike says.
Hmm, good to know.

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Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
Now that goes above and beyond the call of duty.

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Statics show that teen pregnancy drops off significantly after 25 .
Go figure!

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Caskets found as workers demolish Masoleum. “We didn’t know anyone was buried there.”
Huh, what did you think it was for?

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Missippi’s literacy program shows improvment
Apparently that doesn’t extend to the paper. LOL

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Federal Agents raid gun shop, find weapons
I’m shocked

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Never Withhold Herpes Infection from Loved One
Ummm, yeah you can keep that.

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Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Deade
Yikes, how’d that happen. LOL.

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Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
Where can I buy that tape?

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Well it’s official proofreading is important. LOL

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December 22, 2010

Holiday Eating Tips by Lauren Fraser

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Christmas isn’t even here yet and already I’m feeling like I need to hit the treadmill and hit it hard. Yikes it could be grim. So when I saw this post on another group it seemed absolutely perfect. I know what you are thinking, stop making excuses, but come on it, it’s Christmas and that’s what New Year’s resolutions are all about. *grin* I would love to claim credit for the holiday eating tips but I completely stole it from someone else, unfortunately I don’t know who the original author is but whoever you are. Damn, you are bang on. LOL

So in case you are feeling a little like me about the dreaded holiday binge, here you go.

HOLIDAY EATING TIPS

Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door where they’re serving rum balls.

Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It’s rare… You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think. It’s Christmas!

If something comes with gravy, use it. That’s the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year’s. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you’ll need after circling the buffet table while carrying that
10-pound plate of food and vat of eggnog.

If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again.

Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three.

Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

One final tip: If you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven’t been paying attention. Re-read tips and start over; but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to slide in sideways, chocolate in one hand and wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, but screaming, ‘woo hoo, what a ride!'”

Enjoy the Christmas season!!

All the best,

Lauren Fraser

http://www.laurenfraser.com

December 10, 2010

Sex, Sin and Surf by Lauren Fraser

Available today from Ellora’s Cave. Sex, Sin and Surf by Lauren Fraser

Blurb

Holidays are all about relaxation. And what better way to relax than with a hot holiday fling?

On vacation in Mexico with her two best friends, forty-one-year-old Celeste Kopp vows to break out of her middle-aged rut and live life to the fullest. Taking surf lessons is on the top of her to do list. However, when she meets sexy surf instructor Ben, the idea of a holiday fling with a younger man becomes the only thing on her list.

Ben is more than willing to live out Celeste’s fantasies as well as a few of his own. But their holiday romance turns out to be more than either of them bargained for when the connection between them deepens. Being with Celeste forces Ben to deal with his own baggage in a way he never expected.

As the vacation draws to a close, Celeste realizes she wants so much more from Ben than a holiday fling, but can she convince him that their future together is worth the risk?

Excerpt

“I don’t think you should kick his ass,” he told her. His husky, lightly accented voice slid over her body, caressing her with its sexy cadence.

Surfer god stepped around the counter and shot the kid a fierce look before he eased the boy out of the way. “Sorry about him. What can I help you with? You ladies interested in learning to surf?”

“Well…” Nancy grumbled.

“Which is easier to learn, surfing or paddle boarding?” Celeste asked before her friends could change their minds.

“That depends really. A lot of people find the paddleboard a bit easier because they have something to hold onto for balance.”

Celeste stared at him, unable to speak. His English was flawless, with almost an American rhythm to it, but everything about his body language said Latin American.

Realizing she was staring at him like an idiot, she smiled. “Okay, well maybe we’ll start with that.”

She turned to glance at her friends. Focused on the surf god in front of them, it hadn’t registered on the two women that Celeste had turned around. Celeste bit back a laugh. God, they were like a bunch of dirty old ladies ogling the man. He was just a baby, probably not much older than his early twenties. “Any chance you guys have lessons or something since we’ve never done this before?”

“We can certainly help you out. When did you want to go out?”

“Tomorrow sometime?”

He pulled out a day-planner from under the counter and flipped it open to the next day. “Do you have a preference if your instructor is a male or a female?”

Hell, if they were going to humiliate themselves, they could at least enjoy the view while they did so. Celeste rested her elbows on the counter. “Any chance you could give us a lesson?”

She couldn’t be sure which one of her friends gasped. But if forced to guess, odds were the outraged noise had to have come from Nancy. Screw it. This was her holiday, and she was going to enjoy it

His gaze flickered over her shoulder, amusement lingered in his eyes before he turned his attention back to Celeste. The look on his face quickly changed, a slow sexy smile eased across his face. He rested his elbows on the counter, his face inches from hers. “I could probably teach you a few things tomorrow afternoon.”

Her nipples beaded tightly beneath her bathing suit. Without breaking eye contact, she licked her lips. “That sounds perfect. What time works for you?”

A strong nudge to her hip forced her to look away from the man and toward her friends. Nancy glared down at her. Celeste wrinkled her eyebrows and mouthed, “What?” Nancy’s jaw clenched tightly as she stared back at her. Clearly, Nancy wasn’t on board with the whole relaxation and trying something new experience yet. Rolling her eyes, Celeste stood up. “Right, so what time tomorrow for our lesson?”

He laughed. “You’re on vacation, ladies, Mexican time. We’re a little more relaxed here on the beach. Do you plan to take a siesta during the day?”

“Not that I know of.”

“All right, well, the waves are pretty tame mid-day so why don’t you come down after you finish your lunch, maybe around one p.m.? I’ll take you out then.”

Nancy stepped closer to the counter and asked, “So our appointment is for one p.m.?”

Surfer god laughed. “Around then, yes.”

Nancy growled, which made Celeste and Sarah laugh until she turned her glaring stare to them. Celeste coughed to cover her amusement. “Sorry, Nance. Tomorrow around one-ish works just fine for us.”

“But…” Nancy stammered. Not giving her a chance to speak, Sarah pushed Nancy toward the door of the shop.

“What’s your name?” Surfer god asked.

“Celeste.”

He grinned and wrote her name in the book. “Celeste. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded his head toward her friends. “Your friend needs to have a couple more margaritas to get her in the holiday spirit.”

Celeste laughed. “She already did.”

He snorted and shook his head. “I’m Ben by the way.” He grabbed a business card from the counter. “Call if you need to make any changes to the lessons.”

“Oh, I won’t.”

“I didn’t think you would, but I imagine your friends might.”

“Nope, they’ll be here too.”

“All right then, I will see all three of you tomorrow.”

“Great, sounds good,” Celeste said. Turning, she herded her friends toward the entrance.

Celeste walked by a rack of t-shirts and glanced back. Ben was watching her ass as she left. She turned back around, a smile on her face. She still had it. She added a little extra sway to her hips as she left the store.

Once she stepped onto the beach, she kicked off her shoes and strolled down to the water. Her friends immediately joined her. “What were you thinking flirting with that guy?” Nancy demanded.

“What do you mean? I thought we were on holidays. Weren’t you the one who said a little holiday romance would be good for me?”

“I did, but he’s so young.”

“He might be young, but he sure seemed interested in Celeste,” Sarah piped in. “And damn, if a man who looked like that even glanced my way, I would be all over him in a heartbeat.”

Celeste glanced back over her shoulder to the shop. “He was damn sexy, wasn’t he? Mmm.”

Nancy shook her head. “Just don’t make a fool of yourself.”

“Oh relax, Mom, I’m not going to do anything stupid.”

Sarah hip bumped Nancy. “Drop it, let’s just move on. We’re here to relax and have fun. Think of it like Vegas. What happens in Sayulita stays in Sayulita.”

“Sounds good to me,” Celeste said. “Let’s go explore the beach.”

A shell caught her eye and she bent down to pick it up. Celeste trailed her finger over the beautiful pink swirls before sticking the shell in her purse. Glancing down the beach, she spotted a cute little restaurant.

“Let’s get some drinks,” she said to her friends and plopped down onto a lounge chair in front of one of the many beachfront restaurants. This holiday was all about relaxation and enjoyment and if she stood a chance with Ben, she planned to make the most of it.

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November 16, 2010

The Geek Next Door by Lauren Fraser

The Geek Next Door
By Lauren Fraser

When the woman of your dreams only sees you as her geeky neighbor, sometimes you have to go to extremes.

Computer nerd Dylan Crane has been in love with Erin since she moved next door two years ago. Unfortunately, she’s never seen him as anything other than her best friend–until one afternoon when her world flips upside down and everything changes.

Erin Sharp learns firsthand just how sexy a man with a brain can be. She already loved Dylan, her friend, but as their relationship evolves, she wonders if she could finally have it all.

When her career ambitions get in the way of their relationship, Erin has to decide what matters most to her – getting the job she always wanted, or the man she needs and desires.

Excerpt

Man, I am pathetic. Dylan Crane pushed his Buddy Holly glasses up his nose, took a sip of his beer and turned away from the window. The last thing he needed to do was watch his neighbor leaving for another date. In the two years he had lived in the townhouse complex, Erin hadn’t noticed him as a man. He was the geeky neighbor. The guy who watered her plants and fed her cat. Not the object of her lust.

The purring of a sports car pulling away from the curb let Dylan know that Erin and her date had left for the evening. A typical Saturday night, Erin was out on a date with a poster boy for up–and-coming-corporate-exec.com and he sat at home with his Star Trek reruns. How had he let things come to this?

He had plenty of money and he was a reasonably good-looking guy, or so he’d been told. He could get a date. The problem was the more time he spent with Erin as friends, the more he wanted her to be his alone. Other women just didn’t hold the same appeal. The idea of suffering through a mind numbing date just to say he did seemed ridiculous.

The steady clicking of the clock on the mantel mocked him with its constant reminder of how long Erin had been on her date. What was she doing? Was the suit enjoying her curves in that sinful dress?

Dylan growled. God, I need to get a life. Slipping his feet into his sneakers, he grabbed his ID and house key. A nice long run ought to take his mind off Erin and her date. He slammed the door shut behind him.

His feet pounded on the pavement. The heat from the Las Vegas desert instantly made him sweat. In minutes his shirt would be soaked. For the first couple of miles thoughts of Erin plagued him, but by mile three his mind emptied and he hit the zone. An hour later, he rounded the corner of his block, tired, relaxed and feeling completely less pathetic. Until he saw Erin slamming the door of the BMW roadster she had left in only a couple of hours ago. Her date scrambled out of the car and chased her up the walkway. Dylan pushed himself harder, racing to get to his house. When he reached the driveway, he could hear their conversation.

“I told you to leave,” Erin told her date.

“Come on, you know you were sending out the vibe.”

“Yeah, ’cause I’m just stupid enough to think a five star meal is worth a roll in your bed.” She placed her hands on her hips, outlining her curvy body in the spectacular blue dress. “I’m worth a hell of a lot more than that.”

The smarmy suit stepped toward her, his jaw clenched. Anger emanated off his body.

“Hey, Erin,” Dylan called, making his presence known. She visibly relaxed when she saw him and a fist clenched in his chest. She was magnificent, strong and confident.

“Hi Dyl. My date was just leaving.”

“Whatever.” The suit waved his hand in the air and turned on his heel to storm back to his fancy car.

Dylan didn’t take his eyes off the man until his car peeled away from the curb. With the loser gone, he turned his attention back to Erin. “Looks like your date went well.”

“Yeah, it was a real hit. I should know better than to date an investment banker. In my experience, they’re all about the bottom line.” She shook her head sadly. “I don’t know why guys think just because they paid a lot for your date, you owe them payment.”

“Not all guys think like that, Erin. Maybe you’re dating the wrong kind of guys.”

She didn’t answer then raised her head to look at him. “How was your run?”

He looked down at his soaked gray T-shirt. “It was good, but I need to hit the shower.” He moved to walk past her but the sadness on her face pulled him up short. “Look, why don’t you change into something more comfortable and come upstairs for a movie? I’ll leave the door unlocked while I jump in the shower.”

Her eyes widened hopefully. “I won’t be interfering with your plans?”

“Nah. You know me. The life of a computer guy, it’s action packed.”

She laughed. “If you’re sure?”

“Of course. But bring some microwave popcorn, since I think we ate the last of mine after your last dating disaster.”

She touched her hand against his damp T-shirt, and he was surprised steam didn’t fly off it. “Thanks Dyl. You’re a great friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Right, friend. Story of his life. He certainly didn’t feel like her “friend” with her warm touch on his body. He clenched his stomach muscles, praying she’d finally notice him. Her hand rubbed against him and a surge of hope shot through his body. Finally.

“No problem.”

She dropped her hand from his stomach. Damn, he really wished she’d kept it there.

“See you upstairs.”

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November 3, 2010

The Lure of NaNo by Lauren Fraser

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Well it’s November and once again I’ve signed up to do Nano.

For those of you who don’t know it’s a writing challenge where you write like a fool for the month of November. The goal is write 50,000 words during the month. Now to some people that may not sound like a lot, but for me when my mind is stuck and I can’t get moving forward it can seem overwhelming. Geez even just talking about it has me wondering what the heck I’m thinking.

Now I have to admit I’m one of those people who hate not reaching a goal when everyone knows I’ve set it. That whole public accountability thing really works for me.

What I love about doing Nano is my writing style changes during this month. I stop worrying about how it sounds on the page and I just write. Since I have a commitment to myself to get those words on the page, I don’t have time to haul out my thesaurus and think of a prettier way to say something and there isn’t time to scourer the internet for the right mood music to listen to that day. Yes, I’m easily distracted normally as you can tell.

Is my writing any better for mixing it up this way? Who knows but it’s a fun challenge to push myself to see what I can do, plus when you have several of your friends doing the challenge as well it adds a little fun competition to the mix because let’s be real no one wants to have the lowest word count. LOL

Does signing up for something that forces you to commit to a challenge help you step up to the plate or does it have the opposite affect and make you too stressed to even think about doing it?

p.s don’t worry no cats were injured in the writing of this blog. I don’t even have a cat I just thought the picture was funny. LOL

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October 25, 2010

A little of you in each story by Lauren Fraser

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I was thinking about something a friend was teasing me about a while ago, and it really got me thinking about the characters that I write. She said you sure do like having girls night out. LOL. Now she was completely teasing me when she said it, but it really made me think.

It’s true I really do. I love the connection you get from a group of fantastic friends those people you can count on no matter what. Whether it’s a shoulder to cry while you gorge yourselves on ice cream, or someone to let your hair down with and have a few drinks, or not so few depending on the night.

I like writing and reading about strong women who can look after themselves. Women who don’t need a man to make them feel good about themselves because they are independent and confident in their own way, whatever that looks like. When I look at my female characters they all have a common thread, even when life has torn them down or thrown them for a loop, they still have the reserves within themselves to get back up. And because of that strength they attract a certain kind of man and can hold onto him when the going gets tough.

The physical characteristics vary from book to book but that core strength is always there and sometimes, okay more than sometimes, there’s a hint of tomboy in the female characters, be it that they watch sports, play them or have an athletic build. I honestly hadn’t realized it until my friend was teasing me and now that I’m conscious of it, I’m sure the slight tomboyish characteristic’s will be less noticeable. At least I hope. LOL

But it made me wonder do we all do that? In each book is there a little piece of us in the story? Whether it’s a descriptor of the character’s appearance, their career, a great group of friends or just a favorite drink, is there something that’s you woven in?

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October 6, 2010

Letting Go by Lauren Fraser

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With Autumn upon us, the leaves are falling from the trees and it has me thinking about letting go of the things that are cluttering my life. I tend to be a bit of a pack rat, we’re not talking TLC’s hoarders, but my storage room is a bit of a nightmare. I know my husband just cringes when he walks in. But somehow I have it in my head that you never know when you might need it. As a result we had several old computers in our basement collecting dust that I finally reformatted and donated this weekend. Yeah.

I hate doing it, but when the process of cleaning out the storage room is done, I always feel so much better. Somehow getting rid of the clutter in my house transfers to other aspects as well and my brain works better too. Go figure. Not quite sure how the connection works but it does. Knowing this, you’d think I’d toss out those old pants that haven’t fit me since high school but for whatever reason those suckers are still hanging in my closet. Baby steps I guess. LOL

When I write, I tend to be a bit of a pack rat there as well. So when I’ve written the rough draft of a book and go back in to deepen the point of view or edit out the garbage, it’s a bit like cleaning up my storage room. I look at some of what I have down on the page and I think what the heck was I thinking? So I go back to cleaning out the clutter to find what’s necessary in the story to make it flow and somehow four adjectives to describe his chest just aren’t needed. Oops. Sometimes cutting a scene that doesn’t work is a little like throwing out my favourite pants that don’t fit, it’s hard but necessary and hopefully in the end my writing, like my house, is a little better for it.

It’s the same for the plot bunnies running around in my head, sometimes I just have to put those guys aside to focus on the task at hand and sometimes I look at my list of ideas and as painful as it is I have to let some of those ideas go because they just don’t fit anymore.

Since I find this whole letting go process a little difficult, I’m really curious how other people handle it. I’m sure I’m not the only one out there with a storage room that should have a hazard sign stamped on the door or books that are slightly wordy to say the least. So what do you find makes this process easier?

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September 6, 2010

Meet Lauren Fraser by Gillian Archer

Deep in the wilds of British Columbia, Lauren Fraser is hard at work on her next naughty tale. A mother, wife and former child protection social worker, Lauren somehow found the time to follow her dream and write. But writing for publication is a little different than writing for pleasure. Especially with that niggly little thing called editing. Her fun, contemporary voice makes Lauren’s stories a must read. It didn’t take long for publishers to fall in love with her too. With the help of ERAuthors and through her own blood, sweat and determination (okay maybe not blood!), Lauren has published three novellas and another one is releasing today!

*Cue blurb and excerpt*

Here’s the blurb for Aged to Perfection, releasing today from Total E-Bound 🙂

There is something so damn sexy about a younger man.

Dumped by her husband of thirteen years for the younger model, forty-year-old Rachel Michaels needs to jumpstart her life. After years of fitting into her husband’s rigid mold, she’s ready to reinvent herself, and a fling with a hot younger man is just what she needs. Her sexy landscape designer is the perfect man for the job.

Twenty-eight-year-old Mark Beaumont is fascinated by the woman in her sexual prime. She’s assertive and fun, with a vulnerable core. After giving Rachel her first partner-induced orgasm, he knows he wants more than just a brief fling—he wants to help her explore everything she kept suppressed during her boring marriage.

But can he convince her that there is more between them than just great sex or will she let her fears stand in the way?

Excerpt

“You want me to do what?” Rachel Michaels gaped at her best friend in horror before turning her attention to the other woman in the room. The cute blonde aesthetician, Tammy, stood off to her right, wearing a smirk and a pink smock.

Rachel eyed the vat of hot wax and gulped. I’m too old for this shit!

“Seriously, Jan.” She laughed, nervously looking at her best friend. “Tell me again exactly why it is you think I need to be completely bald. I’ve lived my entire adult life without having a Brazilian done, and I’ve been just fine.”

“Have you really?”

She scowled at her friend. Alright, so her life had been pretty dull lately, but a Brazilian? That seemed a bit extreme. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it anyway. Jan walked closer and looped her arm around Rachel’s shoulders in a familiar gesture that had been getting them both into trouble for fifteen years.

“Come on, Rach, live a little. You used to be so much fun. What happened to that wild spontaneous girl I used to know?”

“She got lost, along with everything else in the marriage, before I got tossed aside for the younger model.”

Jan pulled Rachel tighter against her body and squeezed. “Your ex was an idiot. Come on. It’s your fortieth birthday and you’re newly divorced. I thought we decided it was time to shed your inhibitions. You know ‘off with old, in with the new’.”

“Yeah, but when we had that discussion, I didn’t think my bikini line was in question. I thought you were talking just a little spring cleaning.” Rachel blew out a deep breath. “Fine, but you are so buying me a drink when this is done.”

She slowly walked forward like she was heading towards the guillotine rather than a waxing table. Tammy’s bubbly grin made Rachel want to smack her.
With her eyes narrowed, she stared down the aesthetician. “You’re getting far too much enjoyment out of my discomfort.”

“I promise you’re going to love the results,” Tammy replied. “I’ll leave the room and allow you to get comfortable. You’ll want to undress completely from the waist down.”

“Jesus,” Rachel muttered. “But if I hear so much as a giggle out of either of you, I’m out of here,” she told them, ensuring her tone left no question that Rachel meant business.

“You won’t hear a peep out of me because I’m waiting for you outside,” Jan told her.

“What? You dragged me in here, and you aren’t even going to hold my hand?” Rachel whined.

“Trust me, honey. This will be much easier on you without an audience.” Jan shuddered. “I know I certainly wouldn’t want you to see me having this done.”

Rachel eyed the door, wondering if she could escape. “Why would it be that bad exactly?”

Jan giggled. “It is going to be completely worth it when it’s done. You will feel like a new woman. Honest.” She reached out and squeezed Rachel’s hand. Instead of reassuring Rachel, it only increased her wariness. Just what the hell had she signed on for?

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