Sneaky peek new short story Fantazia

Hey peeps!

I’ve written a short story under another pen name and it’s currently for sale at just 99C.

fantazia fb sizeFANTAZIA

 

Elsa is a hard-working, single 35 year old woman who loves to read paranormal books. She hides herself away and lives every moment with her book boyfriends and as long as she has a never-ending supply of them, and wine, she appears to be happy. At least that what she tells herself. She’s brash and a control freak, constantly stressed and a bit of a bitch. Once her workday is over she retreats to her apartment and escapes to the fantasy land of her books and avoids relationships, despite secretly yearning to be involved with someone. It’s only after she meets Jasper that she learns she needs therapy. But this is a different kind of therapy – there’s no psychiatrist.
At Club Fantazia, Elsa comes face to face with her fears and has to get over the inhibitions that hold her prisoner. Club Fantazia isn’t just any club and it’s invitation only, but once you’re in, you learn its secrets and will never want to leave.
Fantazia is the first book in this series and you will learn a little of what goes on in this secret club. The owners and the workers are not like anyone else you’ve ever met.
This is a mild BDSM, erotic, self-effacing short story.
So what are you waiting for? Put that paranormal book down and get yourself over to Fantazia, the club where you won’t want to leave.

Fancy a sneaky peek??

Jake smiled, nodded, and left us alone in the very plush office. I didn’t think he could look any hotter and while he filled out his work clothes perfectly, I didn’t expect him to look so scrumptious in the faded denim jeans that clung to his bubble bottom. His hair was loose and rested across his shoulders. My fingers itched to run through it, and I could only hope they might get the chance.

“Sit down, please.” Jasper pulled out a chair and once I settled, he gathered a file from a filing cabinet at the side of the desk.

“I’ve already started on your forms, I hope you don’t mind?” He didn’t even smirk as he sat down, his face was deadpan as if it was the most natural thing to do.

“My forms?” My heart rate increased dramatically. “I never said I was joining your club, I was just passing and thought I’d take you up on your offer.”

“Oh yeah, I know that.” He handed me a pen and turned the form toward me. “Read the non-disclosure page and then sign at the bottom please.”

My stunned expression caught his attention.

“It’s kind of a secret club. We don’t want anyone uninvited turning up so that’s why you have to sign the form.”

If it had been anyone else I would have handed him the non-disclosure form and told him to shove it where the sun don’t shine but before I knew what I was doing, my hand started signing my name.

“Great.”

He took the form and slotted it back into the file then stuffed it in the filing cabinet. I didn’t even read it and I know, I’m stupid. The alarm bells were going off in my head and I just kept turning them off as if it was Monday morning fire drill.

“Come on then, let’s get you a drink.”

He jumped up and took my hand as he led me out of the office and down a corridor towards a large ornately decorated door.

“You ready?” He grinned and the silence was deafening.

“I’m not sure.”

I stared at the door for a few moments then took a deep breath before closing my eyes. The images flooded into my thoughts before I could stop them. Women wearing nothing but G-strings made of chain and sporting leather collars, while their pert boobs bobbed up and down against the tug of the nipple clamps.

There was a rush of air as Jasper pushed the door open, and when I opened my eyes, I gasped.

 

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