Poking At Their Pregnant Blonde

Finally after a good week (dear lord it’s been almost two now!) of computer issues, I finally hpreggers1ttextave unrestricted access to the internet… and my actual book files! It’s like thinking your house burnt down, but discovering it was only the roof and all your stuff is still mostly usable and you just need to get a new roof and you’re golden. The new roof being a computer and the house being my book files. So far very little corruption/smoke damage in the files so not much rewriting necessary, BUT a whole butt load of checking before I can even get to the editing part.

Things learnt from this debacle? Get two roofs. One of just in case the other catches fire. Or get two houses if you’re fancy.

Anyhow, that means these I can start editing stories now and linking to the books that were already submitted before this ole mess. This one, Poking At Their Pregnant Blonde is about a 30-something Jenna who is very pregnant and very broke. And dreaming of a good shag, cuz who doesn’t? Enter Dylan. Ha! It’s sort of a pun… because erotica…. erh. Yeah. ANYway, Dylan’s a handsome 25 year old with a secret. The two hit it off and there’s a twist that promises a Happily Ever After….

Poking At Their Pregnant Blonde is out on Kobo, Apple, Page Foundry, 24 symbols, Barnes & Noble, Tolino and Amazon Kindle

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Teaser Tuesday: Poking At Their Pregnant Blonde

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Crickets were chirping somewhere beyond the trash cans as I straightened myself up. The desert behind the bar seemed like it took over the entire world. It was just the bar, the highway, the Mikey D’s a mile from us and the trailer park. Then desert all around. Best place to be in case of a zombie apocalypse, I thought. Those fuckers would fry in the sun before they ever caught anyone. Zombie bacon.

The thought made me heave again. Ok, stop thinking about crispy fried zombies, woman.

Wonder how life would’ve turned out if I’d gotten that degree when I was still in my 20s?

My left hand kept rubbing my belly while I zoned out looking at the mountains rising up at the edge of the desert. Like the baby would know I was stroking its head. Would it be a boy or a girl? Would it have brown hair like its daddy or blonde like mine?

I turned to get back in and nearly tripped over Dylan. A cloud of sugarcane flushed through my head.

What the h…?” I pushed him back.

Sorry, just came back to see if you were ok.”

And you just been standing behind me staring and not saying a word? What the actual hell?”

I don’t… I didn’t. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything,“ Dylan sputtered. “Your ass.”

What about my ass?”

I think I forgot I was breathing looking at your ass.” he smirked a little.

Fucking hell, those puppy dog eyes.

You forgot to breathe staring at my ass. Ok. That’s new. Didn’t realize my ass had magical powers now,” I cocked my head and crossed my arms on top of my belly.

Everything about you might be a little magical. I dunno,” he rubbed his neck and glanced at me under his brow.

Oh?”

The ass, the belly, you.”

But especially the ass?”

He laughed and his blue eyes sparkled like pools in the night. Tiny little lines appeared around the corners of his eyes and turned a smiling face serious. I was spending way too much time absorbed in the details of his face. The way the roof light colored his baby stubble black and the skin under it in hues of pink. The same light made a halo out of his light hair. I was suddenly very aware of the night chill creeping into my arms and an excited tingle tugging at my pussy. The rest of me was steadily getting cold while my crotch seemed to radiate heat. Could he see that? Don’t be stupid, woman, of course he can’t! Then why was he looking at me like that?

I was starting to feel very naked in front of him.

Dylan took a step forward. I stood my ground defiantly. The smell of sugarcane and sweaty cotton filled the space between us like liquid. It made our moves slow and gentle.

Dylan reached out to me, one hand gently on my elbow, another cupping my face. His hands were warm. I felt like a porcelain doll while he was a real human with soft skin and muscles and textures that yielded.