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Praise for "Dressed for Success": Dressed for Success gives the reader a lot of depth and passion in a fast paced story. If you enjoy a blossoming romance, with quirky characters that have creative fantasies, then I definitely recommend picking up Dressed for Success. You will enjoy the emotional journey, the humor, and the heat packed into this novella. Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
Praise for "Dressed for Success": Dressed
for Success is a fun, sexy,
quick read that’s got a comical plot and adorable characters. I was
and laughing like crazy throughout this book and it was a really great
combination. The descriptive detail made everything so easy to picture
mind, it was like being right there.
About "Dressed for Success":
By day, Franny Campbell works as a set decorator and costume designer for television and stage productions. At night, her imagination runs wild and she concocts elaborate fantasies starring her handsome upstairs neighbor - ex-pro football player Jesse Williams.
She imagines the big blond has a Viking warrior, a stagecoach bandit, and a Scottish lord. Will she ever find out if the real man will live up to her dream lovers?
ADULTS ONLY EXCERPT ~ MUST BE 18 or OLDER TO PROCEED
The following Dressed for Success excerpt is from Franny's fantasy of her sexy upstairs neighbor as a hot Viking warrior...
... The Viking trudged into the water without testing its temperature. The surface frothed against his thickly muscled calves as he took long strides toward her. He stopped when the water reached his knees, his broad chest heaving. She dropped her eyes and focused on his long, thick penis, standing erect and nearly brushing his taut belly. Her own belly contracted in fear and anticipation. The place between her legs throbbed.
She stepped forward and closed her eyes while she passed through the curtain of water. She opened them again when the fall was behind her, and without its veil, she saw him clearly. He was magnificent! His face was intent and beautiful. His body was perfectly formed. He didn’t move, but a gust of wind blew back his hair and an amber bead, one that matched her secret gift, glinted in the sunlight.
The two faced each other in the pool, mere paces apart. Her body thrummed. He seemed like a totem. She longed to walk up to him, to reach out and touch the carved ridges and valleys, to play her fingers over him. She was so mesmerized by his beauty that she was startled when he reached out his hand. He stood for a timeless moment, arm outstretched, his palm upturned. She was propelled forward by a force outside of reason.
She walked to him, extending her own hand until it rested in his. He closed his fingers around hers then reached out with his other hand and found the braid behind her ear. He drew it through his fingers until he reached the amber bead at the end. A wicked smile animated his handsome face, and she drew in an audible breath. The Viking slid his hand down the side of her face until he cupped her jaw. He tilted up her chin and bent to kiss her. He didn’t ask permission. That they were both there, together in the pool, was permission enough. His mouth crushed against hers, and she kissed him back, pulling her hand from his and wrapping her arms around his neck. She knew that her willing response thrilled him and that empowered her.
She was beginning to believe she had complete sway over the Viking when he suddenly yanked her hands from his neck, bent until his cheek pressed into her side at the waist and jerked upward, slinging her over his shoulder. He turned and sloshed back to the shore, back to the place where he had shed his clothes. He lowered her to her feet then turned his back to her while he spread his cloak on the ground and knelt to arrange it. If ever there were an opportunity for her to flee, this was it. Instead, she stood motionless, tethered to the spot by her attraction to him. She watched his bare back, mesmerized by the way his muscles slid beneath the taut skin. She watched his broad hands smooth the fabric and was moved by the care he took.
The Viking sat back on his heels and laid his palms flat against his thick thighs. He dropped his chin to his chest for a moment before turning his head and looking up at her. His stare held her fast, and she was aware of her own heartbeat sounding in her ears. Her eyes didn’t leave his, but at the edge of her vision, she saw one of his hands lift from his thigh. He reached out to her. She laid her hand in his, and he closed his around it. With the slightest pressure of his fingers, he led her as if in a dance. Without a word, he spoke to her.
She stepped onto the cloak and, when she faced him, he urged her downward with a gentle pull. She sat back on her heels, mirroring his posture, their knees two hand’s lengths apart. He gathered up her other hand and lifted up off of his heels, taking her with him. Now, they touched at the thighs and the hips. His cock pressed into her soft belly. Her heavy breasts pressed against his hard chest. She looked up at him, and his mouth found hers.
With their lips still pressed together, she slid her hands from his and smoothed her fingers up his arms, over the rise of his thick shoulder muscles then downward until her palms were flattened over his chest. She pulled her mouth from his and leaned back so she could look over his body. She dragged her fingers downward, and they found the valleys of his hard belly muscles. She traced each forged line. Her hands reached the head of his cock, and with her thumbs, she followed the deep ridge behind the head. She let her fingertips flutter down over the hard shaft, and she mapped each bulging vein. She was so engrossed in her study of him that his moan startled her.
With one hand wrapped around his cock, she reached up to touch the stubble of his flaxen beard. Her eyes met his, and she anticipated his question. He was about to ask her name. She wondered how his voice would sound, and if she would understand his language, but before he could speak, she slid her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth onto hers.
His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. He squeezed the soft flesh, and she drew in a hard breath. Where his touch had been restrained before, now his energy surged. He pressed one palm between her shoulder blades and laid her back on the cloak. He planted a broad hand near each of her shoulders and hovered over her. She thrilled at his looming masculinity. The place between her legs throbbed and grew wetter. She longed to feel him inside her...
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