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Bawdy Talk
Cobblestone
Press
E-book ISBN: 978-1-60088-150-3
Genre: Contemporary
Format: e-Book
Destry Forrester is
at the mercy of Trent Sheen’s voice, otherwise known as
DJ Zeus, God of Radio. When he speaks, her body reacts.
More than once she has gotten off to his sexy bravado.
On a dare, she goes to the radio station in nothing but
a trench coat, and flashes him. |
Trent Sheen gets one heck of a surprise on his birthday
when a beautiful woman shows up unannounced, and arouses
more than his interest. By chance they meet again and
give in to their heated desires. Unfortunately, those
desires are broadcasted on air for everyone to hear...
Reviews
~Joyfully
Reviewed Recommended Read
“I loved Bawdy Talk. Ann Cory made me laugh, made me hot,
made my heart drop to my stomach and then made me smile. It was a
rollercoaster ride that I didn’t want to end! Ms. Cory has a way of
making her characters so real and wonderfully awkward. I definitely
Joyfully Recommend this book and can’t wait to read more of what Ms.
Cory has to offer.”
4.5
Kisses from TwoLips Reviews
“…such a great story. Vivid details make this story really come
alive. Definitely a must read.”
~Reviewer Lindy
5 Angels from
FAR
"While maintaining a finger on the pulse of reality, she is able to
convey the excitement of a woman meeting a man she has dreamed
about."
~ Reviewer Lynn
Rave review
from Romance Reviews Today
“…fun, romantic tale – with emphasis on the romance – Bawdy Talk is
a hit.” ~ Reviewer Jennifer Bishop
4 Stars from
JERR
“…a sexy tale…fun and exciting…original read!”
~Reviewer Elizabeth Marie
Excerpt
Destry tossed her purse in the passenger side and did
her best to discreetly slip into the car without flashing her
naughty bits to the public. No one needed to know she wore red lace
panties, unless a certain radio personality were to pass by, and
then she’d happily flash her matching bra, too. Inside the car she
closed the door and turned the key, starting up the radio at the
same time. The dial was set to her favorite station that, for the
most part, didn’t play good music, but had a disc jockey she
couldn’t get enough of. Specifically, his voice. More than once
she’d pulled off the road, away from prying eyes, and gotten herself
off to his sexy bravado.
Discreetness in mind, she’d picked up a tiny vibrator that easily
slipped between her thighs. Set on high, the little battery-operated
device worked wonders while she fantasized about his cock spreading
her wide apart, giving it to her hard. Almost like an on/off switch,
his voice controlled her, making her so wet, she kept extra pairs of
panties hidden inside her glove box. As she backed halfway out of
her parking space, a mildly annoying thrash metal song ended and
Trent Sheen came on the air. DJ Zeus, he called himself. At the
sound of his voice, her stomach blazed with an inner heat, and it
spread throughout her body. Her nipples pressed tight against her
bra, aching for the owner of the voice to flick his tongue against
them.
While he announced the upcoming week’s forecast, she imagined
herself bent over his knee, wearing a micro miniskirt, begging to be
spanked.
From the vibrations of his voice, a voice she likened to Angel
actor, David Boreanaz, her body answered with a liquid rush. Warmth
spread from her belly, upwards, and fanned around her face. Instant
gratification was in order. Destry reached over to her purse for the
vibrator when a double honk startled her.
While Zeus was on the air, she couldn’t help but be distracted, her
mind escaping into a euphoric oblivion. With a groan, she drove
forward into her parking space and let the hurried driver by, before
pulling back out. Personal indulgence would have to wait. Her hand
trembled as she turned up the volume, the DJ’s sultry voice coming
through crystal clear and in surround sound.
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