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STORY BY Kathleen Hope

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Lesbian Collections

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I took a moment to look her over. She was pretty with her bouncy blond hair. She wasn’t a natural blond though and I wondered what her original hair color was. I found myself staring at her eyes though. Two shimmering pools of green blue. A girl could drown in them. WARNING: READING DEVICE MAY MELT DUE TO STEAMY LESBIAN CONTENT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND UP.

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Wife for Hire

Wife for Hire

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            I sat in the hard leather loveseat in the lobby of the office. There were two other people there also waiting. Like me, they were dressed professionally, and I wondered if they were also here for an interview. I looked around. The office was nice with the usual copies of well-known oil paintings hanging on the walls and little statues and knick-knacks on the tables. It seemed nice and friendly. The receptionist, an older, gray-haired woman, offered me a kind smile whenever our eyes met.             “I’ll graduate from law school in another year and a half,” the man sitting next to me said to the blond on his right. “Working here would really give me a leg up and get my feet wet. Who knows what other opportunities might pop up? It’s better to be prepared.”             The blond nodded, and he continued to talk about all of his achievements and his aspiring career as a jet set criminal lawyer. The woman seemed to be as impressed with him as he was with himself and asked him endless questions about his hobbies, interests, and studies. I was getting bored with the whole thing and all the recognitions and awards he claimed he’d gotten and the stellar report cards he’d earned seemed to be taking sucker punches at my self-esteem. For a moment, I almost considered not going through with the interview. Why bother with someone like me when you could have Mr. Spectacular here. I wasn’t very athletic, nor did I have straight A’s all through college. I was a bit shy and preferred staying in and drawing to going out partying every weekend with my friends. There was no way that they’d choose me over this guy. He would be the perfect asset to this firm. And-             “Amberlee?”             I looked up to see the receptionist standing there. “Yes?”             “Come with me, please. They are ready for you.”             Here we go, I thought as I...

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Touching All Bases

Touching All Bases

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“Do I know you?” said Abbey, with an inquisitive look on her face. “No, I don’t think so,” replied Tom with his charming smile. They had just been set up on a blind date and there was an instant physical attraction. Abbey would already see that Tom was well off, the fancy restaurant was his choice and he’d already insisted that he’d be the one that was paying. It wasn’t something that Abbey expected but she’d gulped when she’d seen the prices on this menu. She couldn’t help but be tempted by a...

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The Arrangement

The Arrangement

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            “Dude, you know you’re going to get into trouble for violating the dress code, right?”             I grinned at my friend. “Relax Mandy. Old Mr. Gerald isn’t going to say a word. I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at me. I decided to give him something to look at.”             We walked into the conference room and sat down. I lay my notebook on the table, ready to take notes. Mandy glanced over at me.             “What do you think he wants to talk about?”             I shrugged. “I don’t know.” I grinned at her. “I figured you’d know. You’re his main secretary. Not me.”

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You're Beautiful

You're Beautiful

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              “Don, I got tickets for the concert in the park for next month. I hope the weather will be nice for it,” I said to my husband as he stuffed papers into his briefcase. “I do love concerts in the park. Don’t you?”             “Hmm,” was all he said “Where is my agenda?”             I tried not to feel hurt by him brushing me off. It was nothing new these days. He’d been so busy with work lately that he didn’t seem to have time for me or anything else. I sighed and handed him the leather bound book. He took it without a word and zipped up his messenger bag. Slinging it over his shoulders, he picked up his travel bag and suitcase. He was off to another business trip.             “I have to go. I’ll call you from the airport,” he said as he headed downstairs. I followed him.             “Where are you going this time?” I asked.             “Denver.”             “How long will you be gone?”             Don shrugged. “I’m not sure. What’s with all the questions, huh? I’ll be back when I’m done.”             I looked at him. “I’m sorry, dear. I want to know because I miss you when you’re gone. That’s all. I’m not trying to get in your business.”             He glanced at me over his shoulder briefly before checking his phone. “That’s probably a good thing,” he snapped. He finished typing the text and stuffed the phone in his pocket. “Look Katerina, I don’t like being gone so much anymore than you do. But you’re not working much anymore. Maybe a gig here or there. And-”             “My agent gets jobs for me, Don,” I protested softly. “I can’t help it that the agencies want younger models.”             Don snorted. “Be that as it may, I don’t know why you still try. Face it, baby. You’re modeling days are over.”             Hurt washed over me but I didn’t let him see it. He’d been saying that a lot as of late. Not like I really needed to be reminded. Every rejection phone call from my agent and every glance in the mirror is reminder enough for me that my career is over. “I guess I just haven’t landed the right job yet.”             “Well, until that day comes, if it ever does, I still have to work.”             “I know. It’s just, well, we don’t get to spend much time together. And-”             Don made a...

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Meet The Neighbors

Meet The Neighbors

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 “Wellup, they’re at it again.” I looked up from putting hazelnut creamer in my coffee. “Why are you all in their business, Hannah? Leave them alone, will ya?” My sister turned back to face me. “Um, how am I supposed to enjoy my front lawn when all I see is them kissing and groping each other?” I swallowed a bit of the coffee. “So then don’t look.” “How can I not? They are right there!” I shook my head at my sister. She always exaggerated everything and made a big deal out of things that were minor. I jokingly called her the drama queen...

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Enticing the Bad Boy

Enticing the Bad Boy

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She stared at the reflection of the woman in the mirror, turning this way and that, and watching the way the bedroom lights glinted off everything from her silver halter-style gown to her freshly manicured nails. The expensive clothes, the real jewelry—things she had never owned her entire life—did nothing to make Sarah feel at home in the role she was about to play. She was about to be a rich woman on the prowl, and it just wasn’t her. She didn’t want it to be her. But she didn’t have a choice. Turning away from the mirror, she took a deep breath and grabbed the Prada clutch off the bed. She’d anticipated this moment for weeks. This was it. Glancing around the luxurious hotel suite on her way to the door, she tried not to think about just how much money she was spending on the damn suite. It was beautiful, of course, all fourteen-hundred and thirty-two square feet of rich solid woods, sumptuous fabrics and expensive artwork—though an abstract painting of random color splotches wasn’t exactly her idea of fine artistry. But what did she know? She’d only submersed herself in this ridiculous world thirty-six hours ago; a world of people with far too much money and nothing better to do than show it off, in her opinion... WARNING: This book contains explicit sex scenes and is intended for mature audience. 18 years and older only!

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My Best Friend's Husband

My Best Friend's Husband

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“Abby I cannot wait to see you!”             I couldn’t help but grin at my best friend Melody’s enthusiasm. We hadn’t seen each other for years since she’d moved to New York to pursue her dancing after we’d graduated from college. She’d made it, dancing professionally with a world famous troupe. I missed her terribly.             “I can’t wait to see you either. We have so much to catch up on. Danny and I were just talking about you the other day. I’d seen on the news that you guys were in Budapest.”             She sighed. “Yeah. It was beautiful. But I’m glad for a break. And I want you to meet Jeff.”             “Jeff? Who’s Jeff?”             “My husband.”             “Wait, you got married and didn’t invite me to the wedding? That’s not cool, bestie.”             Melody chuckled. “Calm down, woman. We just got married six months ago in a private ceremony. We’re planning to have a reception for our families and friends after football season is over.”             “He’s a football player?”             “Yep. He’s super sweet and sexy as hell. I think you’ll like him. I can’t wait for you guys to meet. How’s Danny?”             I shrugged though she couldn’t see it. “He’s good. He’s working his way up the ladder in the firm.”             “That’s great. We always said he was super... WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. HAPPY EVER AFTER ENDING. NO CLIFFHANGER. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.

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Friends with Benefits

Friends with Benefits

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“She's a lovely, old lady, Christian. Really, she is. But she burned down my apartment!” Ella vented, tears brimming in her eyes. “She put the stove top stuffing on the stove—still in its box, and just walked away. “She told me the box said 'just heat and serve' and that's exactly what she did,” Ella choked out a panic-stricken laugh. “How can you argue with that?” Ella had come home from a two-day workshop to find all of her belongings had been burnt to a crisp while she'd been away. Every photo and keepsake from her childhood, every book she'd ever read, every thank you letter she'd received since her start as a social worker four years ago; it was all there safe and sound before she'd left on Friday. And now it was gone. “Almost everything I owned was in that apartment. I've got enough clothes to get me through two days and then I'm fresh out of clean underwear,” she continued, trying to focus on the more practical aspects of what she'd lost because the sentimental items destroyed in the fire made her heart ache. “I even lost my vibrator.” The words were out of her mouth before she realized she was speaking aloud, and a light blush crept across her cheeks. “It's OK, El. We'll get you back...    

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Her Daddy

Her Daddy

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Scarlett stared at the sign staked in the grass at the side of the highway. ‘Paradise Peak, population 1100,’ it read; a sign she hadn’t seen since her family had passed it on their way out. It was the same sign though, rickety and worn. It was a wonder the rotting legs hadn’t given out years ago. This was it. Just a few more minutes and she would be home. At the moment though, the idea of coming home seemed more daunting than comforting. Not for the first time on her eleven-hundred mile trek up the west coast, she wondered what the hell she was doing. This had seemed like a good idea six months ago in California. Now though, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gone just a smidge—or off her rocker—crazy. But it wasn’t crazy, she reassured herself. The oversized, glass-walled monstrosity her family had moved to in California had never felt much like home. Hell, she’d needed to use the intercom to call to the opposite side of the house. No, the quaint, ranch-style house she’d grown up in…that was home. Of course, home was situated in a place where everyone knew absolutely everything there is to know about…well…everyone. So, if she thought she could keep her homecoming quiet, she really was losing her marbles. Realizing she’d slowed to a crawl’s pace, she forced her foot down on the pedal. It was too late to change her mind now. Besides, it was entirely possible nobody would recognize her and she’d at least make it through the day before the Paradise Peak Gazette’s only reporter was banging down her door. She drove the half mile into town and stopped at the nearest...

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