Writing Skin

Writing SkinMay, 2009      ISBN 978-1-55487-280-0

Extasy Books: EBook

Sequel to The Diary

Novel, 73,000 words

Cover by Martine Jardin


Luci Parker, erotic author—Chai and Frank Ferguson eagerly devour everything she writes. Can she be the woman they’re looking for?

Heat Rating  Explicit sex: M/F, F/F; Ménage, F/F/M; sex toys; anal sex



Four Stars, Goodreads Can an erotic romance involving three people have a happy ending for everyone involved? Is it even possible? Yes, at least in the plausible-enough world of this novel…Chapter by chapter, the characters and the reader wade steadily deeper into unmapped territory. Somehow it all works, and the menu of the place has enough variety to please most appetites. The sex scenes range from gentle rituals to intense, spontaneous fucks, and each scene leads to greater trust among the characters. Throughout the saga, all three central characters keep the strangely innocent quality of people who never lose their ability to empathize with others. You’ll be glad you met them. Jean Roberta 



What would it be like to be romanced by not one but two potential partners, simultaneously? Luci Parker has finally achieved the career of her dreams as an erotica author – but the only romance in her life these days is in the books she writes. Long attracted to both men and women, Luci despairs of ever finding just one person to settle down with.

Owners of a South Side Chicago bookstore, Chai and Frank Ferguson eagerly devour Luci’s books as fast as she can write them, and now they wonder if she might be the woman they’ve been looking for.

Frank is deeply in love with Chai but knows she’ll never be complete without a woman to love as well. Can he match the passion of not one but two exquisite and complicated women at the same time? Will Luci even want him? And if Chai truly falls in love with Luci, will there be room for him?

All three characters in this intense erotic love story wrestle with the meaning of love, lust and commitment as they struggle to find themselves—and each other.



“I really think she’s the woman we’ve been looking for,” Chai Ferguson said, setting the novel aside on the nightstand next to the bed. “She writes with such passion. Her characters are sexy yet mysterious, sensual yet adventurous.” She tickled her husband’s bare chest lightly. “She’s certainly managed to turn us on over and over.”

“That she has,” Frank said, kissing her cheek. “How many times have you said this is the one over the past six months since we started reading her stuff? We don’t know if Luci Parker is even her real name. Or that she actually lives here in Chicago.”

Chai felt a surge of excitement. “But it is. I’m sure of it. I’ve researched her on the net. I’ll know more Friday night. She’s doing a reading and signing on the North Side.”

Frank looked a little startled and then softened. “So you’re going to check her out for us?”

“Umm.” Chai wet her lips. “That’s right.” She interlaced her fingers with her husband’s and slipped them inside her peignoir to cover a breast. “For both of us.”

“You don’t even know if she’s bi,” he said, fondling a breast. “Or she may be married or in a committed relationship or have a passel of kids.”

Chai chuckled and caught her breath as Frank rolled a swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger. “That’s possible,” she admitted, “but I have a feeling about her. The spirits are drawing us to her. I’m almost certain of that. I’ll know soon enough. I’m going to invite her to the Four Winds for a reading and signing. That ought to get her attention.”

Frank leaned over to drag his tongue across the rise of her breast. “If she’s at all into women, I trust you’ll get her attention. Sounds like you have it all planned out.”

Chai raked her fingers through Frank’s dark hair. “We both know that’s impossible. We are talking about human relationships.”

Lifting his head, Frank grinned. “Hell, she could be as ugly as burnt toast.”

She pushed his head lower until he was suckling her again. She sighed, basking in his loving. “I doubt she’s ugly. I bet she’s petite and brassy, maybe like Brittany in Love’s Quest.

Frank opened the peignoir and laved the underside of her breast. “If your Luci is half as hot and sexy as Brittany in her Love’s Quest, then she should be something else.”

“Our Luci,” Chai corrected, closing her eyes as his tongue explored and sent her along a familiar path. “There won’t be a Luci without you. You know that.”

“I trust that,” he mumbled, around soft flesh. “So are you imagining my mouth is Luci’s?”

“Not at all,” she murmured. “I’m imagining you on my right breast and Luci on my left.”

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