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LOVE IN BLACK 2: The Fruits Of Learning
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Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 3: A Thing Of Beauty
(A short story)IT WAS THE most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, but all it made me do was want to cry. I ran my fingers slowly over the lace, the boning, and the tiny appliqué flowers, and wondered what on earth had possessed me to buy something so ridiculous, so expensive and so useless. It was too late now, the time for sexy lingerie was long past. Not even a pure silk, gunmetal blue basque could salvage the ruins of my marriage. I'd sent for it on impulse, from a flyer that'd fallen out of a magazine. It was one of those ‘today’s woman’ glossies that I’d bought for an article on ‘Putting the Spice Back into your Relationship’. I was clutching at straws really ~ doubly so in the case of the basque — because | don’t think I’ve ever finished one of those oh-so-helpful articles. They all seemed so unreal and pretentious, as if they were written for tall blonde superwomen who wouldn't have problems in the first place, and probably wore slinky undies anyway. Even so, I’d sent for the ba
Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 4: The Gardener's Boy
ENGLAND IS A STRANGE old place: wonderful, fascinating, but strange. And I think I found the very strangest part of it, that summer when I stayed at Flitwick Hall. I was running away, really, running as far and fast as I could from heavy emotional troubles. So that beautiful and magical house, far away across the Atlantic in England, seemed like just the kind of hideout I needed. The invitation to visit the Flitwicks, my English relations, had been around for years. I’d always wanted to visit them, but until that summer I'd never had the chance. When I finally turned up, it was purely a spur of the moment thing, and consequently the house was all but empty. There was only a skeleton staff in residence, to take care of one nutty, reclusive old great-aunt I'd never even known that I had. My troubles? A man, naturally, and the heartache of love turning bad. Ellery and I had been a hot number for a year, a solid couple so I thought, but one day we'd suddenly started arguing, then reali
Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 5: Finders Keepers
(A short story)Dear Jeremy, I can’t thank you enough for handing in my pendant. You can’t imagine how much it means to me. A money reward seems sordid somehow, so may I treat you to a night out instead? I’ve enclosed details of where and when we can meet, and I look forward to showing my appreciation: my PROFOUND appreciation. Anna Caspell (Mrs) When he'd first read the letter, Jem Hathaway had been disappointed. The pendant he’d handed in must've cost a fortune and he’d been hoping for a cash reward. It was a bit of a mystery how a thing so obviously expensive had turned up outside his scruffy dump —the house he shared with half a dozen other guys, all equally as hard up as he was ~ but he hadn’t asked questions, just dropped it in at the local police station. He was puzzled too, by the bobby-on-duty’s reaction. The man had grinned broadly. No, he’d smirked from ear to ear as if someone had cracked a dirty joke, told Jem there was a reward, then nudged his mate behind the counter
Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 6: Condition Orange
(A short story)IF YOU'RE SHY, DON’T APPLY! Wanted: stylish young man with good body for undraped studies. Excellent remuneration. Apply - with recent photograph - to Miranda Scott, Box No. 1717. Pip ran his finger around the rim of his glass, and wondered what a lady photographer might look like. Over the last few hours he’d pinned a hundred different faces to her voice — but he didn’t think any one of them was right. She sounded sexy, but there was an edge in there somewhere, an emotion he couldn’t quite define. Perplexed, he considered a second drink, and wondered what she'd think of him. Obviously the polaroid he’d sent had made a good impression — she must’ve phoned him within minutes of receiving it. But the photo had been taken for a giggle, at a party, what she'd think of the real Pip was debatable. He was a young man of medium height — a dark young man. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. His slightly swarthy skin was a legacy from his beautiful Lebanese grandmothe
Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 7: Crème De La Crème
(A short story)‘WHAT SORT OF fantasies do you have, Pandora?’ Jake Mallinson cursed inwardly at his perennial and insatiable curiosity. It was probably going to screw up his chances with the most interesting woman he’d met in ages! ‘Mine? What on earth do you want to know about my fantasies for?’ Pandora studied him obliquely across the outlandish sketch she’d just drawn. ‘It’s yours that’re important ... You’re the one who’s paying for this.’ She tapped the paper before them for emphasis. “Yes, I know that.’ Jake thought furiously. How could he prise her secrets from her? He had to know more — she was driving him crazy! ‘But I thought I might get some sexy new ideas from you,’ he improvised, ‘for the apartment, that is ... You’re the interior designer, Pandora. You're the one with the creative mind.’ And the delicious body! he added silently, eyeing her elegant curves and the way her clothes hugged them so faithfully. She’d changed her outfit since earlier in the day — when th
Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 8: Thirty Six Hours
THIRTY-SIX HOURS. It was all we had. I didn’t know how to tell him... I could see him beyond the barrier, his face alight with smiles. How could I kill that joy by telling him how soon I’d be gone again? ‘Aura! Aura, baby, here!’ I could hear him calling. See him angling his way forward from amongst the waiting throng. And for perhaps the thousandth time since we’d met, I wondered what I’d done to deserve such a prize. Davy Hashimoto... I could feel my strong, soldier-girl’s knees go weak as he darted forward to meet me. My beautiful little Davy, my helpmeet, my lover ... and my very best friend in the world. ‘Oh, baby, it’s so good to see you!’ His arms were already around me as he spoke, and I was wrapped in his warmth and his fine, male scent. I could well imagine the envious look of my fellow female squadmates ... Even some of them men. would be jealous. My lovely Davy the sculptor. How I'd longed to be with him again! I still couldn’t figure out why I called him ‘little’! H
Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 9: Hand In Glove
(A short story)One night in July ALL WORK AND no play makes Jack a very tired I massaged after-bath rub into the muscles of his shoulders and chest, and sighed. Tension popped beneath his fingers; knots of it nagged at his arms and back. His whole body was a great mass of aches. That’s the last time I put so much into one lousy job, he told himself, stretching hard then letting go in a release so delicious he almost came. He rolled his head from side to side, shrugged, then grinned. Okay, so he always put all of himself into everything. But at least next time, Madam could come round herself and ask him nicely! There was no point letting her wind him up again. Because, one: the job was done now; two: in his heart of hearts he was actually grateful to her - very grateful. She’d handed him the biggest break of his whole career. Finally, three: he didn’t like admitting it, but in a strange screwed-up sort of way he really got off on her! He’d never experienced anything like it before
Wild Desire LOVE IN BLACK 10: Sweet Saint Nick
(A short story)TALK ABOUT GETTING an eyeful! Lying in a Casualty Department, wearing an eye patch, a party frock and a cloud of Shalimar wasn’t quite what I'd expected of a ‘girl’s night out’, but as it was supposed to be the season of good cheer and all that, I was trying to look on the bright side. Mainly because there was one... Closing my eyes — the good one and the one still stinging madly - I conjured up the last thing I'd seen with 20/20 vision. Father Christmas’s willie! Well, not exactly the equipment of Old Saint Nick himself, but the large and rather beautiful tool of ‘Big Saint Nick — The Lady’s Christmas Cracker’ who'd bared his all for us with a good deal of groin-thrusting flourish, and given me a smack in the eye with his G-string too! God, it’d hurt! Like hell! But even so, I couldn’t forget the view ... I'd been rather dubious about a male stripper outing, seeing as I was currently off men, but when Big Saint Nick had prowled on to the stage, I’d changed my m
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