Alone in Life….
Kirstie lives alone, with her memories of her embittered past and a determination not to repeat old mistakes.
When she meets two very different strangers, what path will she choose to follow?
A BDSM Erotic Romance
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / BDSMThis book is a first-in-series. in its English edition, it is a fFree download leading to a short series plus a much longer continuing story.
As I write this, one Amazon.com it is:
#36 in One-Hour Romance Short Reads
I sit on the dune, staring out to sea where, under a stiff breeze the surf rolls in, tossing its white horses onto the beach.
The surf fascinates me, frothing and boiling as it dances over the sand, holding me in its spell in the way a flame will hypnotise, enrapturing the eye. A million white foaming bubbles race and toss and die, only to be reborn on the next wave.
The dogs frolic in the waves; at least Emma, Meg and Archie do. Mac is far too dignified to get wet, and he settles for exploring the strand line, poking through seaweed, dead crabs and driftwood. Sometimes, he finds a plastic bottle or other floater that he identifies as entertainment, bringing over his offering and inviting me to do something interesting with this enticing object, like play tag or fetch, or make it go….
If I’m really lucky, he’ll find a dead seagull and roll. As it is, the car is going to be full of salt and sand, but everyone, me included, will have had a good day’s exercise.
The sky is blue and bright, white clouds scudding high above, speeding across an azure dome, silvered at the edges by brilliant sunshine.
It is a perfect day.
I’m dragged from my thoughts by excited yapping. Meg has something in her mouth and is making threats to another dog; a stranger,
What has she found?
It’s a dog toy, one of the rope tuggers, and it’s not hers. Its owner, some sort of terrier, ears askew and fur sticking out at odd angles, is not cowed by her threats, the two squaring-up for combat.
From off-stage a man comes jogging in, calling. I close on the pair as well. Meg can be a snappy little madam when she wants to be.
“Meg,” I call. “Come on, Meg. Give it to me.”
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Nelson Leonel De Benedetti
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