The Lady Wants More

The Lady Wants More 675The Lady Wants More

October, 2014: B&B Publishing

ISBN 978-0-9907476-4-2

Erotic Romance: 22,000 words

Cover by Allesia Brio

 

Mix Cancer with Aquarius? Like oil and water – but when level-headed Janet Baxter reconnects with free spirited Brenda Cassidy, the lady knows she wants more!

Heat Rating  Explicit sex: F/F, toys, anal play

 

REVIEW

Five Stars: I loved these ladies! Building up the sexual tension between these two is the heart of this book. When they finally give in, I was right there with them. They are HOT!!!! Sheila G, Amazon

INTERVIEW

Adriana is interviewed about The Lady Wants More at Cally Jackson’s Hot Seat:

BLURB

Janet Baxter keeps her post-divorce life neatly compartmentalized: Secure job, spacious Westchester County home, successful adult children, dependable community volunteer activities. Why is she drawn – for the first time ever – to attend her twenty-year college reunion in New York City?

Always a free spirit, Brenda Cassidy is comfortably bisexual and has no plans to ever settle down. But a fling? The reappearance of svelte, reserved Janet Baxter in Brenda’s life is nothing less than a gift, worthy of every enticement Brenda can conjure up. Can Brenda seduce Janet into an endless night of the lovemaking they enjoyed too briefly as college roommates? What if the lady wants more?

 

EXCERPT

Brenda sat up straighter. “Let’s dance.”

“What?” Janet reflexively grabbed Brenda’s extended hand.

“Come on,” Brenda urged. “We used to dance all the time when we came here.”

“But…” She glanced at the couples on the dance floor. Three quarters of the couples were women.

“You know guys seldom dance.”

Again Janet had the feeling Brenda was reading her thoughts.

“Let’s do it. For old times’ sake. You used to be a good dancer.”

“I don’t know,” Janet said, half rising from her seat. Her protest caught in her throat. “I haven’t danced in years. Tom never wanted to.”

“Don’t you date? Get out of the house?”

Standing, Janet knew it was too late to avoid dancing. She closed her eyes. She loved dancing. She’d loved it ever since she was a little girl, when she’d started ballet lessons. And she wasn’t a bad dancer. But as she grew taller and taller, fewer boys wanted to dance with her.

Her height had never posed a problem for Brenda. They’d often attracted stares and some catcalls, particularly when they slow-danced, but she’d never cared in those days. She just loved to dance, and people could have their own opinions. Of course that changed once Tom entered her life. He had never liked Brenda, and the feeling was mutual. Janet wanted Brenda to be her maid of honor. Tom insisted on his sister for that role, and she’d had to plead and plead to invite Brenda at all. Then Brenda wasn’t able to attend anyway.

Janet sighed and caved in to Brenda. With more than a little trepidation, she held Brenda’s hand and did her best to block out the other Eagle patrons. She tried not to think about what they might be assuming as she and Brenda made their way across the dimly lit room.

Janet’s gaze dropped to the rise and fall of Brenda’s hips, which were covered in a chic skirt that stopped well short of the knee. Her former roomie still had a butt Janet would die for. How had Brenda maintained her figure all these years? Janet grinned. Maybe all the time Brenda spent dancing had something to do with that. Maybe she had a rigorous exercise routine. Janet shook her head. It was hard to imagine Brenda having any rigorous routine.

Sex. Maybe it was sex that helped Brenda stay in shape. Janet nearly giggled aloud. She’d had more than enough to drink. She glanced down again at Brenda’s ass, trying not to recall how she’d so thoroughly enjoyed cradling it in her arms. Her throat went dry. How could something so unacceptable feel so splendid? They hadn’t been together that many times, but she could remember every detail of their lovemaking—the seductive gestures, the words of endearment, the scents, the subtle noises, the feel of skin on skin.

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