Christie St. Claire posted a great review of Roleplay Gone Wrong on her blog. She’s an amazing erotica author writing the sexy Deliquient Cheerleaders series. Check her out blog!
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by How Hot is… “A Submissive Nurse Part 1: The Intern”?
How hot is… ‘A Submissive Nurse Part 1: The Intern’?
by J.D. Grayson
reviewed by Reed James
19 year old April Jones, a shy virgin, has just completed her two-years of nursing training and was about to enter the final phase of her training—her internship. As the nurses line up, Dr. Miles looks for the perfect girl to intern under him, and he spots just how submissive April is. She’ll be his special playmate for the summer, someone for him to dominate, take her cherry, and send on her way; Dr. Miles has learned not to fall in love.
April is quickly dominated by her new boss, forced to wear an old fashioned nurses outfit and a skimpy thong to work. Under the guise of ‘training’, she is molested by Dr. Miles. April quickly falls for the doctor, submitting to every act he wants. But Dr. Miles isn’t the only predator swimming the halls in the hospital, and April is a tasty morsel.
The writing’s great, jumping between the naive April as she discovers the pleasure her body has to offer, and Dr. Miles as he struggles with the wounds inflicted to his heart years before, giving both characters some depth and motivation for their behavior. The sex is hot and inventive; he ratchets up the tension as another doctor moves in to prey on April.
Will April fall victim to the predators at the hospital, or will she heal the wounds plaguing Dr. Mile’s heart with hot, steamy sex? Find out for yourself. I give ‘A Submissive Nurse Part 1: The Intern’ 4.5 out of 5 flames, and eagerly await its sequel. At $2.99, ‘A Submissive Nurse’ will dominate your eReader and give it a naughty medical exam that will leaves it steaming with passion!
Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out J. D. Grayson’s website and see the catalog of his very exciting, and naughty, books.
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by On Writing: Words and Characterization
On Writing: Words and Characterization
by Reed James
It should come as no surprise that words are very important to a writer. English is a rich language, and that gives writers a lot of tools when it comes to their writings. Often we have two, three, or even more words that can convey almost the same meaning, with only minor differences in the shades of their meeting. Since words are our tools, we should get to know them well, keeping them sharp and choosing the right word for the write task.
Take ‘yell’, ‘shout’, and ‘cry’. They all pretty much mean the same thing: to exclaim. But yell has connotations of anger and rebuke, shout gives the feeling that the character is trying to be heard over another noise or over distance, and cry adds a feeling of pain or sadness or even passion to what the character exclaims.
This is very important when it comes to characterization. Depending on your writing style, you could be employing first person or third person limited POVs, where the narrator either is your character or the narrator lives in the mind of the character. This is less important in normal third person narrative, where the narrator is omniscient and can flit in and out of character’s minds for brief moments. Different characters will think with different words, and when you’re writing their POV you need to demonstrate that. An uneducated person isn’t going to use large, scientific, or obscure words and is more likely to use slang and simple words. A prudish person isn’t like to use harsh swear words like ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’, and may use euphemisms like ‘fudge’ or ‘shoot’. A religious person may not use the Lord’s name in vain. Regional dialect will crop up, changing the patterns of speech. Even with an omniscient narrator your characters will still speak, and their speech should reflect who they are. Maybe its punctuated with obscenities, maybe their given over to verbose speech in an effort to prove how intelligent they are, maybe they use a lot of technical jargon.
The protagonist of my upcoming erotica ‘My Test Drive Lover’ is a lesbian. She’s working at a dealership selling Ferraris. My own inclination is to use the word ‘salesmen’ to describe her job. I’m a man and often don’t think about such gender issues (I know, a failing on my part), but Aurora is not a man, and she certainly wouldn’t be one to use a gender specific title when the gender neutral ‘salesperson’ is available. That’s an important thing as a writer; you have to be prepared to step out of your own experiences and into someone else’s. You have to try and imagine not just how they would act, but how they would speak and think, changing your own language to match theirs like a chameleon changing his skin to blend into the background. And you do that by mastering your words.
And mastering your words takes practice. I’m not perfect. I make grammar mistakes all the time. I bet there’s going to be one or two in this article that I’ll completely miss when I edited this. That’s life; you’re only human. But you have to strive and practice. If you don’t care enough to understand your tools—your words—then your audience will pick up on that. So read up on grammar. When you have a question, look it up on the internet or ask someone’s opinion. Writing is a craft and, like all crafts, it takes practice to hone and maintain. Your writing will only benefit from this.
Here’s a couple of sites I use when I have questions:
Merriam-Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary: The go to dictionary for American English. They have a free site, but their unabridged dictionary costs about $30 dollars a year, and they add new words to it all the time.
Grammar Monster: Short and quick rules.
Your Dictionary: A nice, ordered site for looking up rules.
Grammar Girl: She has a great article on what to look for while editing.
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by My Bad Luck with Bicycles
My bicycle tire was flat yesterday. I had been planning to ride it to work like I do most days. I seem to have the worst luck with bicycle flat tires. I have been riding to work for the last year for several reasons: my car doesn’t run well, it saves gas money, and I was diagnosed with hypertension at only thirty-one a little more than a year ago. So I started exercising, getting some cardio, and since my work is only a mile-and-a-half away, this seemed like the perfect solution, killing two birds (exercising and commuting) with one bicycle-shaped stone.
In this last year, I’ve had had six flat tires. I don’t know if that’s the average for a year spent riding my bike five days a week to and from work, or if I’m breaking the curve. My work’s not even that far, just a ten minute ride. So yesterday’s inconvenience brought all my bad bike luck flooding back. My first flat happened on the way to work. I had run over some woman’s earring. My tire went flat, my bike started wobbling. In disbelief I stared at a cheap cubic zirconia, cracked and crushed, set in a gold-plated stud embedded into my tire’s tread.
Since my job involves driving around Pierce County, I found myself on break by a Walmart. So I headed in and picked up fix-a-flat. My shift ended, I returned to the yard, filled my tire up with the greenish fix-a-flat foam, and peddled home. The fix-a-flat held, and the next morning my tire still had air. Cool, I thought I was in business. I rode to work, the fix-a-flat seemed to be still holding. After a long day of driving and dealing with passengers, I was ready to peddle home. The tire’s flat. Fix-a-flat has failed me. I called my roommate, we went to Target, and bought a new inner tube—a self-sealing inner tube—along with a patch kit.
I rode off to work on my new, self-sealing inner tube, confident that it could take anything the rough shoulders of Parkland, Washington had to offer. My tire deflates; I had ran over a thumbtack. Just a block from work, my tire found a stupid, bleeping thumbtack, and my supposedly self-sealing inner tube revealed just awesome it was (not much). Turned out, I could have saved myself four dollars and just bought the regular inner tube. So the next day I ride to work with the patched inner tube. Of course, the patch didn’t hold. I wish I was making this up. But for nearly a week, I had a flat tire every morning. This time I bought a few inner tubes, and cursed every buying a bike. But my bad luck finally seemed to have broken, the inner tube held, for a while.
Over summer, and into fall, I had no problems. I was riding my bike, enjoying the sunshine and the air whipping through my hair. And then one morning, I found my rear tire is flat. I’m not sure why. By now my roommate had bought his own bike. He’s a bit of a copycat—if I upgrade my computer, he has to upgrade his; if I buy a bike, so does he. In fact, he bought the exact model I did, so I just borrowed his. His seat was uncomfortable—he had a new, ‘comfy’ seat, whereas I was using the stock seat and my butt had grown used to it—but I made it to work. When I got home, I couldn’t find the spare inner tube I bought (our garage is a bit of a mess). So I just rode his bike the next day, and the next day. Days turned to weeks turned to months. I made it through winter and into spring with no more flats. And then the missing inner tube was discovered in the excavation of our garage, and I finally replaced my flat tire.
Three days after fixing my bike, I had flat. Of course! Just three days. I opened the garage and found my tire flat. So I borrowed my roommates bike. I kept meaning to replace the tire, but I was busy and my roommate doesn’t actually use his bike. And now, just a month later, another flat on his bike! So I don’t know if I have the worst luck ever, or if averaging a flat tire every two months is something I should expect as a bike owner. I’m heading off to work soon, my fingers crossed that my new inner tube hasn’t magically gone flat over night.
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by How Hot is… “Ella’s First Exam”?
How hot is… ‘Ella’s First Exam’?
by Caelia Portier
reviewed by Reed James
Ella Smith is eighteen, and going to her first gynecological exam after being browbeaten by her mom. Ella doesn’t understand why she has to go since she’s an eighteen-year-old virgin. Gynecologist are for older women, not for a young woman that hasn’t even figured out her own sexuality yet. But what Ella doesn’t know is she’s about to get a crash course an all sorts of naughty fun thanks to Dr. Billings and his attractive nurse (and wife) Tammy.
Dr. Billings and his wife/nurse guide Ella through her sexual awakenings. Caelia captures Ella’s growing attraction to the pair, and the way the doctor and the nurse set about their deliberate seduction (camouflaged as an innocent exam) of the naive woman. If you’re looking for steamy, doctor’s exam turned into a hot menage then this is the story for you!
This is Caelia Portier’s first outing into self-published erotica, and there are a few grammar errors (the same ones that crop up in my work), but they in no way detracted from my enjoyment of her story. Her prose flowed wonderfully well, and very descriptive! I’m eager to read Ella’s Second Examination, and find out if the Billings can help this sweet, young woman discover her sexual identity!
I give it 4.5 out of 5 flames. At $2.99 ‘Ella’s First Exam’ will give your eReader a sexy, medical exam that will leave you wanting more naughty fun in the doctor’s office!
Available from Amazon and Smashwords, and check out Cecelia’s webpage to see her catalog of exciting books.
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by Sample for ‘My Test-Drive Lover’ by Reed James
Here’s a sample of my upcoming erotica, ‘My Test-Drive Lover’. Aurora is back, and looking to sweep another straight women off her feet. At that opportunity arrives in the stunningly gorgeous Ashley, wife of a newly-rich software engineer. Her husband’s looking to buy a new toy, an expensive Ferrari, and she just wants to find someway to relieve the boredom. Aurora has the perfect idea, and takes Ashley on a test drive she’ll never forget! Contains explicit, and very steamy, lesbian sex that will melt your eReader with its heat!
Contains explicit depictions of lesbians, Seduction, Kissing, Fingering, Pussy Licking, Cunnilingus, Anallingus, Rimming, Strap-on, Sex Toy, Dildo, Strap-on Fucking, Nipple Play, Cuckolding
The exciting, and very explicit, sequel to ‘The Girl at the Bar’!
I closed my lips, not wanting to look like a complete mouth breather. But she was just so…stunning. She wore a stylish, plum jacket over a dark-purple sweater that clung to a very nice, and very sizable, pair of breasts. A black miniskirt hugged her curvy rear, and purple leggings wrapped tight about sleek legs. She clung to the arm of a short, Asian man with thick glasses and a big grin on his face. He was dressed in khaki pants and a buttoned down, plaid shirt.
Thanks to Amazon and Microsoft, Seattle was transforming into a second Silicon Valley, and newly rich software engineers were buying themselves expensive toys. It’s why Ferrari of Puyallup existed. All these newly rich were buying expensive houses in the foothills that had stunning views of Mount Rainier.
Douchebag Victor led the couple to a metallic, light-blue California T convertible. The blonde looked around, sighing as her boyfriend or husband started peppering Victor with question after question. My eyes kept falling to her tight tush as she shifted her weight. That black skirt hugged her as tight as a lover.
My hands itched to hold her so intimately.
My phone rang and rang. I reached out robotically. “Ferrari of Puyallup, I’m Aurora, how can I help you?”
The man on the line said something. I was too entranced by the blonde to really pay attention. So I just made an affirmative sound. The guy starting talking about some problem with his Ferrari, and I kept saying, “Uh huh,” and “I’m sorry to hear that,” at what felt like the appropriate times. I wondered what the blonde’s lips would taste like. What type of a kisser was she? Would she nibble on my lips, or would she be aggressive and thrust her tongue into my mouth? My nipples hardened, and I squirmed in my seat, trying to covertly scratch the itch between my thighs.
The blonde wandered away from her husband—he was still pestering Victor—and made a languorous circuit through the showroom, trying to find something interesting amidst the various Ferraris. She stopped in front of the F12berlinetta, a sleek, high-powered sports car. An absolutely gorgeous creature, bright red, with a beast of a V12 engine. The F12’s grill reminded me of a lioness grinning at her prey, and it’s low slung curves made the car seem tense, ready to pounce.
“Just bring it in,” I told the guy on the phone. An idea had popped into my head. “Our repair department will figure out what’s wrong. Okay. I hope you have a great day.”
“Are you even listening…” I hung up on the customer.
I pulled my compact out of my purse, and quickly checked my makeup and hair. I looked gorgeous; my makeup light, just enhancing my natural beauty, though my lipstick looked a bit dun. I pulled out a vibrant red, and carefully applied it. The red transformed my face from pretty to vivacious, and set off my green eyes. I stood up, undoing the first button on my sky-blue, silk blouse, then a second. I quickly adjusted my bra, pushing my breasts up to increase my cleavage, then I strolled with confidence across the showroom.
“Hi, I’m Aurora,” I greeted as bubbly as possible. “Can I help you with anything, miss?”
“Hmm,” the blonde blinked; her eyes were a deep blue-gray that I could get lost, in like a ship at sea in a deep fog bank. “Oh, hi. It’s missus, actually. I’m Ashley, and that’s my husband Hideki.”
“Nice to meet you.” Ashley. What a great name. Ashley and Aurora. We would sound so cute together. “So you’re interested in the F12berlinetta?”
“Oh, no. Just browsing. My husband’s going to take forever to make up his mind. He has to know every last variable before he can make a decision. I expect to be here a few hours.” She sighed, a look of resignation on her face. “But he just got a huge bonus, and he deserves this reward after all his hard work.”
Hours, huh. Perfect. “That has to suck for you though.”
She shrugged. “He’s a great guy. He’s just…”
“Boring?”
“Well, no.” She blushed. “He can be…interesting, in the right circumstances. But he’s not very, um, spontaneous. He has to plan out everything. And…”
“And what girl doesn’t like a pleasant surprise?”
Ashley nodded. “Is that too much to ask? To have a little excitement in my life.”
“Nope.” I grinned at her. “Why don’t we go for a test drive? Trust me, driving a Ferrari is as exciting as life can get. Well, outside of sex anyways.”
She gave me a weird look, and slowly said, “I don’t know.” She glanced back at her husband.
“Come on, isn’t this a gorgeous car?” I asked her. “Wouldn’t you love to drive her?”
“I guess,” she shrugged, only sparing a glance for the F12.
“Oh, come on,” I smiled, grasping her shoulders, and turned her to face the side. She wore a light perfume, very flowery and very enchanting. “Look at how magnificent this creature is. She’s a lioness, full of power. Ready to roar and show the world how amazing she is.”
“Well…” She shrugged again.
I took Ashley’s hand, and placed it on the hood, guiding her over to the windshield. “Feel these gentle curves. As shapely as any supermodel. And she has power. She can go from 0 to 120 miles-per-hour in eight-and-a-half seconds. 740 horsepower purrs inside her, just waiting for you to make her come to life.”
Her hand was soft, her fingers delicate. I leaned against her, letting my breast press against her arm. Color spotted her cheeks. Her body shifted, my groin brushing against her hip; pleasure trembled through my clit.
“Don’t you just want to make her respond to your touch,” I cooed in her ear, so close her perfume was almost overwhelming me with its loveliness. “Trust me, she’s as responsive as a lover.”
“You’re really…passionate,” Ashley whispered.
“I love to rev a beautiful car’s engine.” I leaned in and whispered, “Almost as much as I love revving a beautiful woman.”
“Oh my, you are wicked,” she giggled and blushed, a pleased smile on her face.
I led her around the car. “And look at her rear. Just perfect. Not too slim. Just enough curves to give her some real character.”
“It is a beautiful car,” Ashley admitted, turning a bit to glance at me; her breast brushed my arm, so soft beneath her sweater. “I take it your a…rear girl, Aurora?”
“I do love a great rear end,” I laughed, brushing almost accidentally against her shapely ass as I walked around her. “But I also love a great pair of wheels, and the F12 has a gorgeous set. Look at how flashy these rims are.”
“They do give her some character,” Ashley smiled, her eyes flicking down to my stocking-clad legs. Then she peered in through the window at the two seats. Like any great, high-performance car, there was no rear seat. Who wants to ruin the intimacy of an exciting drive with company?
“The F12 comes with all the most modern safety features, so you have nothing to be afraid of when you’re inside her.”
“That’s always a plus!”
“I love to make my customers feel safe and relaxed,” I whispered, stroking her arm. “I want you to be perfectly comfortable with all the things I’m going to show you.”
She shivered, licking her red lips. “Like what?”
“These seats!” I exclaimed. “They’re made of the softest, Corinthian leather to cup your body in comfort.”
She blushed. “I thought you meant… Never mind.”
I opened the driver door. “Why don’t you slide in her, and experience just how amazing she is?”
Ashley’s large breasts jiggled wonderfully beneath her sweater as she gracefully climbed into the car. The interior was black leather, and she smiled, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and placing the other on the stick.
I leaned in. She glanced at me and flushed, getting a great view down my blouse. “Isn’t that just a heavenly sight?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she whispered, eyes still glued to my cleavage. “It’s, um, a great dashboard.”
“I’ve always thought so!” I cooed, shifting my shoulders to let my tits sway.
She gave a nervous cough. “I’ve never felt this way about a…car before.” Ashley shifted in the seat. “My, it is comfortable.”
“Wait until you fire this bad girl up,” I purred. “She’s brimming with passion that will make your heart burst with excitement!”
“I can’t wait.” Her voice was breathless, her large chest heaving.
“Let me get the keys.”
I let myself walk slowly towards the office, rolling my hips. I wanted to run, to let my excitement boil over. I had her! I didn’t look back, but I could feel her eyes glued to my ass. There was nothing like awakening a straight woman to the passion only a lesbian could share with her.
“I’m taking the F12 out,” I told Mr. Newman, grabbing the keys off a peg board in the break room. My boss sat at a table, sipping his coffee. He liked to be here, watching the showroom through a one-way mirror. “Got a live one on the hook.”
“Who?” he asked. “Did someone else walk in? I thought the only customers were the couple Victor’s assisting.”
“The wife,” I answered.
“That’s Victor’s commission.”
I grinned, “He’s helping the husband, so I’ll take care of the wife.”
Available for preorder at Smashwords, and purchase at most ebook retailers on 6-16-14
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by How Hot is… ‘My Knees are Knocking but You Can’t Come In… Yet!’?
How hot is… ‘My Knees are Knocking but You Can’t Come In… Yet!’?
by I. M. Telling
reviewed by Reed James
Susan Riddle was happy with her marriage to Lance until the Jackson’s moved in next door. Darnell, a handsome African American, and his beautiful, Hispanic wife Lucinda quickly became friends with the Riddles. At a party, everything change. Darnell, finding Susan alone, kissed her. She pushed away, but she couldn’t shake her burning desire to let him finish that kiss. As the weeks passed, it was all she could think about. Finally she could resist her desires no longer, and put on a skimpy bikini to sunbathe and attracted the object of her fantasies attention. Only it wasn’t Darnell that came over, it was Luscinda.
‘My Knees are Knocking…’ is a hot, interracial menage story. I. M. Telling captures Susan’s growing desire, and her eventual surrender, to her African American neighbor and his Hispanic wife. Telling provides a great build up that explodes with sensuality, paying off the build up with hot, sexy action. His prose is straightforward and simple, but well written, and though interracial cuckolding isn’t my favorite erotic theme, I really enjoyed this story, and I loved the epilogue! Read ‘My Knees are Knocking…’ to find out why.
A great, short erotica – with a burning-hot suntan lotion scene – that I give 4 out of 5 flames. At $2.99 cents ‘My Knees are Knocking but You Can’t Come In… Yet’ will consume your eReader with hot, interracial sex!
Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out I. M. Telling’s website and see the catalog of his very exciting, and naughty, books.
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by How Hot is… ‘Penalties in the Locker Room’?
How hot is… ‘Penalties in the Locker Room’?
by Christie St Claire
reviewed by Reed James
Purported to be a true story experienced by the author, ‘Penalties in the Locker Room’ is the first in the ‘Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions’ series, chronicling the naughty adventures of the cheerleaders of Fenton University. Christie St Claire works at the school’s newspaper, and is researching a story at the school’s gym when she hears, “Please. I want it. Please let me have it.” She investigates the sounds of a woman in the throes of passion.
To her surprise, she finds a cheerleader named Brittany, who had bullied Christie in the past, tied up and being disciplined by a mysterious older woman in a dominatrix outfit. What follows is a steamy, voyeuristic tale as Christie watches Brittany’s domination, surprised at how turned on she becomes. The sex is great, very descriptive, and very hot. Anyone who enjoys young ladies getting tied up and abused by an older lesbian will love this story.
At the end, I was as curious as Christie to find out what was going on, and what other naughty surprise the Cheerleaders of Fenton University are getting up to. And pursuing some of the latter titles in the series, I’m eager to read and find out! I love naughty Cheerleaders and co-eds.
The short story, while very exciting, could have benefited from some more editing. Nothing major, a few format errors probably created when the file was turned into an ebook and a few minor grammar mistakes. Nothing that detracted from my enjoyment of the story. I found it hot and heavy, just the way I like my erotica, and I can’t wait to read the next ‘Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions’. I give it 4 naughty, tied up cheerleaders out of 5, and at $0.99 this hot read doesn’t break the bank.
Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out Christie St Claire’s website and see the catalog of her naughty cheerleader stories!
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by On Writing: Chapters
Note Taking
by Reed James
A book is nothing more than a collection of scenes woven together for a narrative purpose. How these scenes are organized, paced, and divided into chapters greatly affects both the tone and the flow of the novel. Figuring out how to choose where your chapter breaks are can be one of the toughest decisions. There is a lot of advice out there, but what’s right for you and your work?
Short chapters can give an sense of urgency, propelling the story. Long chapters can give a story a sense of weight, a slow fire slowly bringing the kettle to a boil. The pacing of your scenes and chapters is so very important. So how do you make that decision? Some people live by the 5k rule. Studies show that most readers have about a half-hour to read before bed and prefer to stop at the end of a chapter. 5K words is what the average person reads in a half-hour. But is that the right way?
A chapter needs to have its own life and purpose. It’s there to accomplish a task. When I write a chapter, I have a mini-theme and story I want this chapter to convey and it will be as long or as short as it needs to be to get the job done. Perhaps its an action chapter, or maybe it’s setup where I’m weaving several characters to the verge of collusion. The most important thing is to be true to the story your telling. If it’s a fast paced thriller, use short chapters, if it’s a long epic, stretch it out a bit. I’ve seen a chapter that’s 190 pages long in the hardback edition. It was a single battle, the chapter seemed to never end, making me feel the exhausting, unending brutality that the characters felt. I have seen other chapters that were but a single sentence of even a single word. A word so important, so profound to the story, the author gives it such weight by having it exist as a single chapter.
What’s really important, once you have your pacing, is how you end the chapter. While most readers may want chapters to let them take a break, you should ended it so they’re wanting more. When people say a book is a page turner, they mean that at the end of every chapter was a cliffhanger that made the itch to find out what happened next. “Just one more chapter,” becomes the mantra. It doesn’t have to a life or death cliffhanger, but maybe it’s a question asked, a sudden twist, an unexpected character showing up, or a character breaking down on the verge of being crushed under the weight of their problems. Keep them reading. That’s really the most important thing.
If you were wondering about the 190 page chapter, ‘A Memory of Light’ by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson. I’m blanking on a one word chapter that I’ve read. I feel it was a Steven King novel. Google is failing me in this regard. The only one I can find is ‘Misery’ and I never read that one.
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How hot is… ‘Doctor Next Door’?
by J. D. Grayson
reviewed by Reed James
Dr. Lucas Aiden, a 45-year old widower, though handsome, has given up on love after his wife’s death. However, watching his daughter Kate and her friend Ella wash his BMW in skimpy bikinis, desires stir in the Doctor. Ella was beautiful, and reminds him of his departed wife. Kate sees the lustful looks of her dad, and hatches a plan. Her dad, a Gynecologist, needs a volunteer to train his new Physician’s Assistant in performing Gynecological exams, and Kate thinks Ella would be the perfect candidate.
The story is nothing new, a widower meets a new woman, they get set up by his daughter, etc. We all know this tale, but Grayson takes it into some hot, and very naughty, directions. From Ella’s arousing medical exam, to bondage and domination, with a little girl-on-girl thrown in for good measure, this story keeps you right on the erotic edge, eagerly awaiting what new, sexy situation Ella and Dr. Aiden find themselves in next.
My only complaint, and its really my own personal preference, is the story’s POV. It’s 3rd person and slips between the three characters thoughts between paragraphs. It’s always clear whose thoughts your inhabiting, but I prefer the more unreliable narration of 3rd person limited or 1st person. But this is minor, and in no way detracted from my enjoyment of the story.
With a mix of hot, steamy, and very naughty sex, and a sweet story of two souls fumbling to find love, this book has something for everyone’s tastes. I give it 4.5 out of 5 flames. At $2.99 cents ‘Doctor Next Door’ will give your eReader a scorching-hot examination!
Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out J. D. Grayson’s website and see the catalog of his very exciting, and naughty, books.
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