Heather is a quiet classical pianist lacking in a social (or sex) life. One day, she's utterly shocked to find out that the hot delivery guy she accidentally flashed in the hallway is actually her brand new neighbour, Mike, a soldier recently back from deployment. And Mike's very interested in getting to know the gorgeous girl next door who makes such beautiful music. He's especially interested in getting know her on top of that piano. And on the piano stool. And anywhere else in her apartment she's willing to let him...
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / GeneralHot For Heather briefly cracked the top 20,000 in the Kindle store a couple of days after release, which is pretty good for an unknown author! Every book I release creeps a little higher in the rankings and I've started a mailing list, which I will also use to advise readers of available translations of my works.
“I’m willing to bet I’ve got just as many items of clothing on as you,” Mike challenged wickedly, eyes raking over her bare legs beneath her sundress, sliding up to her breasts pushing against the thin fabric. “If not more.”
If he’s wearing underwear under those denim shorts, he’ll be right, Heather realized unwillingly. “It’s hot,” she claimed.
“Sure is,” Mike’s gaze settled on her mouth. “Even though I fixed your AC, since Nan told me it had developed a fault.”
It really was fixed, she realized with a sudden shock, the room felt cool for the first time in days. “Oh - thank you!”
“You’re welcome.” He was still looking at her mouth. Heather licked her lips uncertainly, and Mike took a small step forward, one big hand lifting to brush a stray strand of hair away from her cheek. “Can’t have you overheating,” his voice was low and sensuous. “Even though every time I look at you I think I’m about to spontaneously combust.”
Her cheeks warmed and she cast her eyes down shyly; although that was a mistake because it made her look straight at his groin, where she could see the evidence inside his shorts that he was most definitely aroused.
Mike groaned her name and Heather looked back up at him; he was standing closer now, the look on his face unmistakably one of desire. One hand curled around under her jaw gently, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips as he gazed down at her, his eyes dark with lust.
“You got a real pretty mouth,” he said hoarsely. “Makes me think about what your lips would look like wrapped around my cock.”
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Santa Tarantino
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Evelyn Ariza M.
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