From the author of SHUTTERBUGGERED, four hot new short stories. “Don't!” ...what woman hasn't cried out in fear! A sly move. The notsoplayful squeeze. The underhanded grope to her crotch… But what if you have no choice but to endure? Have to suffer the humiliation to save your marriage, your career, your child? You scheme, fight back, and use your body as your only weapon! A Snowball's Chance. A winter storm and desperate measures are required. Sue had been alone since her husband had run off with his BubbleHeaded girlfriend, leaving her with debt and a delusional daughter. But after the “snow cowboy” rescues her from the drifts and drives her home, she’s more than hospitable! Doing Tricks and Driving Around Naked. It starts as a mindless diversion from a long day seated by the dental chair: The accidental brush of breast on arm, crisp nippleplay on skin, a friendly by inappropriate squeeze. All innocent fun, and Holly's male patients don’t complain. Though Rich Cunningham sees what the others missed: An opportunity to make her perform. Plus, There Are No Rules, When The Lights Go Out… Why in god's name, had she ever let herself be talked into hosting the bachelor party. Fortune Cookies. LindaLee's dark brown aureoles were featured on the cover of the magazine with the caption, “Eat More Fortune Cookies,” And the guys at work are going berserk.

The cops at the 14th Precinct call it the MeatLocker. For the nurses at Rosedale, it’s the refrigerated compartments downstairs. Either way, it’s best avoided by a pretty girl who knows too much...and tells. And yes, avoid your last trip to the icebox...at any cost. EightInch Girls. That’s what they call Dr. McAllister’s nurses who attract the wealthy in a scheme to expand the hospital. She employs a leggy Scandinavian who is very persuasive with rich patients: One look at that blonde hair, that mouth, and they can’t wait to bequeath large sums. The fact they have to die before the women get the money is a minor wrinkle. It’s a hospital, after all! But a young nurse is eyeing McAllister’s job and she’s gone straight to the CEO. Spying on the girl as she seduces the old fuddyduddy,

The Russian audience goes berserk realizing the dancers of the 'American Dance Demon' have breasts! Unlike the slim girls of The Bolshoi. Each dancer is a sultry, 36C, greeneyed brunette, identical in every way. As General Chenkov starts cheering, the enthusiasm is contagious. When they shyly move forward the men in the first rows are treated to a naughty peek under short hemlines. Excited nipples protrude through silk. The dancer's don’t know it yet, but their European tour has just been sidelined. Chenkov has their passports and he wants these women – which becomes evident during the next performance, when Andrea advances to the edge of the stage and instead of a curtsy, she lets her costume float away so she’s standings naked before threethousand admirers. All of them military. She exits the stage, with the Stage Manager questioning the move as she follows her into the dressing room. “Just trying to get my passport back,” she explains bitterly. “Play along. Give him what he wants and you'll get your passport and be free to leave. It’s the only way.” And so the wild odyssey begins!

Malibu Beach: The lovebabes and trophy wives the men bring to the table are among the most elegant women in the world. They stand behind their men, who gamble for real money – and for the sexual congress, the women promise to provide. For the ultrarich, the opportunity to bed a friend’s glamorous wife is more appealing than all the poker chips stacked on the felt. With a quarter of a million on the table, Kathrine presides over the most prestigious poker game on the Coast. Her dealer, the stunningly beautiful Ava, is not above working seminude if the game starts to lag. But when word of the game gets out, what should have been good for business, brings the vultures. The Hells Angels control gaming on the Coast and consider Kathrine a renegade. The crime boss wants to take over and states his case. Kathrine retaliates – but sees the error of her ways while eating her own lace panties while seated in his limousine. Not quick to roll over, the wily Kathrine boldly outmaneuvers him; a doublecross that nets her more money than she can carry. Now all she has to do is get away with it. Unscathed.

They humiliate her. And get it all on camera for the internet. Videotaping Tommy’s flailing body on the table as they take their turns. Once they satiate themselves, they roll her over onto her knees and bring out the wooden paddle. The spanking is anything but playful, as they dole out twenty resounding smacks, then laugh as they plant the daisy. While the men are finished with her, Tommy is far from done. The next time they see her, she’s behind the business end of a Slovenian, Obis fully automatic machine gun. The thugs, the “strongarms” behind the cameras? Tommy chews through them like so much paper confetti. Now she’s hot on the trail of the extortionist; using sex and lies as her stockintrade. Meanwhile, Detective Benjamin Walsh, Homicide is he’s chewing through the same leads and hitting the same deadends. The race is on: if she wins, she recovers the incriminating video and she gets to clean house; if Walsh outsmarts her, the video becomes public domain, and she’ll be ruined!

Three Sexy Novellas Victim of a Victimless Crime – Her husband is downsized, the savings gone, and her home on the auction block. Ann is out of options – until she tries one of those 'Office Temp' places; a secretarial service, but with a difference. And they don't care if you can type! In My Husband's Private Playground, a provocative photo of a young wife falls into the hands of a young man who shows up at her door, photo in hand, expecting sexual favors. And in Hard Cover, after a brief affair with the town’s ‘bad boy’, the sexually frustrated librarian Becky sets her sights on a gentleman who frequents the library. One day, when she snuggles into his lap, she’s caught on camera by her biker bad boy.

She is being poisoned. Not to death, but slowly into submission... There's the waxy taste again, numbing her lips and tongue; then a hollowness rides low down. Her nipples ache. Her vagina is open territory. She’s overwhelmed by the desire to do something evil, and ready to be consumed. The young journalist from Miami arrives on an island, chasing the story of her career. But the decrepit plantation house holds more secrets than she bargained for: The house boy in the linen closet, a sexual encounter with the au pair, a 'braindead' fieldworker she uses indiscriminately for her personal pleasure, as well the chauffeur and the local village boys, all falling prey to her lusty advances. Though appalled by her behavior, she stands on the brink, ready to spiral down into sexual deviancy. She yearns for the opportunity to slide languidly into the arms of anyone, man or woman; anyone who cares to take an interest in what she has to offer. And her offerings are considerable. But when a ghostly apparition descends from the ceiling of her ancient bedroom, there to feast on her open thighs, she wonders if she’s gone mad.