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A Woman for Zachary (Meghan’s Playhouse: Book Two)

A Woman For ZacharySeries: Meghan’s Playhouse, Book Two

Whiskey Creek press Torrid: EBook

Publication date, ISBN 978-1-60313-434-7

Novella, 28,000 words

Cover by Jinger Heaston

 

It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.

Heat Rating  Explicit sex: M/F, F/F; Menage: M/F/F; Anal sex; sex toys

             

 

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   TwoLips Four Kisses “Adriana Kraft has produced a sound story with a romantic plot full of well-rounded characters, splendid dialogue and intense sex scenes. A Woman for Zachary is playful, erotic and leaves little to the imagination.  ~ S Reign

 

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Zachary Cullen has ignored Josette Patrice’s overtures for years, but she agrees to take on his latest protégé-slash-arm-candy Meghan Keenan in her off-Broadway workshop theater. The girl has incredible talent, but Josie would stake her reputation on that little thing being a switch-hitter, like herself, and she doesn’t want Zach to be duped. Josie sets out to seduce Meg and expose her for what she is, but all bets are off when Meg turns the tables on Josie by hooking her up with Zach.

 

EXCERPT: ~ Zach has just found out what Josie and Meg have been up to while he was away on a business trip:

 

Josie was shaking her head back and forth before Zach finished. “That’s not enough.”

Zach closed the distance between the two of them.

Josie pressed her back against the wall and he placed his palms against the wall, framing her head. She licked her lips.

What was he doing? She’d imagined him being this close countless time, but not in this way. Not in anger. Not struggling with his sense of fairness in sharing another woman. She kept her arms locked at her sides.

“That’s exactly what Meg said. What is enough? Do we draw lots for her?”

Josie shook her head.

“Maybe I can have her even days of the month and you odd days.”

“That might work.” Josie could hardly breathe. Zach’s male scent was overpowering. She’d agree to most anything if he just stayed where he was. She should be afraid of him, but she wasn’t. This was a man she’d known for a decade. He might be very angry, even deeply pained, but he wouldn’t hurt her—at least not physically.

“It works for parking cars in the winter. It’s a beginning, I guess.” His eyes darkened with a passion she couldn’t decipher. His eyes shut and opened.

And then his mouth was crushing against hers. She tried to breathe through her nostrils. His muffled groans filled her mouth. Tentatively, she lifted her hands to his shoulders. It was as if he was in a trance. She sighed into his mouth and pulled him closer. Maybe she was, too.

His hard arousal pressed against her pelvic bone. She widened her stance a little, giving him a better fit. Mercilessly, he ground against her crotch, driving her toward a precipice she had forgotten moments ago even existed. She dropped her hands to his butt, encouraging him to take her any way he wanted. He could throw her on the floor, or lay her over her desk, or take her as she stood against the wall. It didn’t matter. She wanted him to want her.

There wasn’t time for any of that. It was if she was impaled on his cock, rather than being separated from it by several layers of clothing. That hardly mattered.

He swallowed her moans and then her whimpers and she came. If it hadn’t been for his body pressing her against the wall she would’ve slid to the floor.

Too soon he backed away from her and she struggled to stand and to regain her composure.

“I’m sorry,” Zach stammered looking devastated. “I don’t know what got into me.”

“Lust, perhaps,” Josie said softly, with a half smile. “Maybe you wanted to find out what Meg was getting.” She lowered her eyes to his crotch and her smile widened. “You’ll have to work to get the stains out of those trousers.”

He glanced down quickly. “Shit.” He glowered at her, but his stare hardly scared her. Nothing could, after what they’d just shared. He would be as good as she imagined and as good as Meg said he was.

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