Samantha and Stephen Parker meet because of a wrong mail delivery. She falls instantly in lust with him, but will her desire make her forget her self-imposed rule to never date a neighbour again?
Magazine editor Samantha Parker meets her new neighbour Stephen Parker over a wrong mail delivery. The attraction is fast and strong, the desire to taste his sexy mouth fierce. But a previous bad experience with a neighbour prevents her from acting upon her urges. The question is, for how long?
As soon as their eyes meetStephen Parker is hooked. Determined to take what he desires—his stunning new neighbour—he won't give up on his plans even though she flatly refuses his invitation for homemade pasta. But there is always a next time and Stephen doesn't quit easily, he'll just bide his time until another opportunity arises.
General Release Date: 28th June 2013
Running a bit late for work, I crossed the entrance hall of my apartment building at a fast pace. Stilettos clicking against the tiled floor, trench coat flapping, I lengthened my stride before I came to a halt in front of the concierge’s desk and greeted him with a cheerful good morning. I then handed him the letters I held in my hand.
He flicked a glance over the envelopes then back at me. “Is something the matter with these letters, Miss Parker?”
“Yes,” I said, putting a trace of an apology into my smile. “I’ve opened them and they’re not for me, though I’m the only S Parker in the building.”
Understanding flashed across the old concierge’s eyes. “They must be for the new tenant in seven A, then, Mr Stephen… Oh, Mr Parker!”
Half turning, I followed the concierge’s gaze and came face to face with a drop-dead gorgeous guy with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Hello, neighbour!
“Did I hear my name?”
Nice voice. Friendly tone.
“Mr Parker, good morning, sir, there’s been some confusion with yesterday’s mail,” the concierge started to explain while Stephen Parker stared at me with frank interest. “It seems your mail ended up in Miss Parker’s mailbox.”
“Is that right?” he asked, looking at the envelopes being handed to him, then back to me, his eyebrow lifting.
I flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry—” The spark of amusement in his eyes stopped me in mid-sentence.
“Reading a neighbour’s mail is a serious offence, Miss Parker. I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment.”
The quirk of his lips made my pulse skitter. The thought of a suitable punishment sent ripples of arousal racing through me.
“First offences don’t count,” I said, tongue in cheek.
“Offenders don’t usually make the rules…” His gaze dropped to my mouth and lingered. “But in good neighbourly spirit, I’ll be lenient this time.” He smiled and I noticed the two shallow dimples on both sides of his mouth.
Someone had to get this conversation back on track, and it might as well be me. Stephen Parker didn’t look particularly bothered by the concierge’s presence as he blatantly flirted with me.
I held out my hand. “Samantha Parker.”
He took it and the heat of his palm and strength of his grip radiated through me, hardening my nipples as if he’d stroked them. Heart pounding and cheeks flushed, I took a closer look at his eyes. I hadn’t been mistaken about them. They were gorgeous—bright blue with thick, dark lashes.
“Stephen Parker, but you already know that,” he said, winking.
Words failed me. If I didn’t leave now, it was only a matter of time before my thoughts would venture further into fantasy and I would ask him up for a drink later. I decided it was time to go—I was already very late. “Goodbye, Stephen, I hope you’ll enjoy your new place. It was nice meeting you.”
I slipped past him, the rapid thud of my heart matching the tapping of my heels on the tiled floor.
Word Count: 10,613
Book Length: SHORT STORY
Genres: CHICK LIT
Francesca St. Claire was born on a ship in the middle of the Indian Ocean. She believes this unique event set the scene for an exciting life of romance and adventure, basic ingredients for her sexy short stories.
After experiencing life in six different countries, she's currently living in southern Europe with her husband, their three daughters, and a thirteen year old cocker spaniel.
Olga Korbut (the famous Olympic gymnast from the seventies) once said she never competed for the medals but for the adoration of the crowds.
With her third published title, Francesca also hopes to captivate and excite her readers with her stories, and to have their support for years to come.
Reviewed by You Gotta Read
Stephen is a new tenant in Samantha’s building, and there are serious sparks upon first meeting. But Samantha is determined to follow her rule of never dating a neighbor…until she can no longer resis...
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Reviewed by Jeep Diva
With plenty of verbal foreplay and some pretty arousing fantasies voiced by Samantha, this is a steamy short read that will set your heart beating a quick tattoo. By the time they finally manage to...
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Francesca St. Claire
Why does every woman need a bit of erotic fiction in their lives?
I’d say primarily to try meeting unmet needs.
I believe no matter how sexually fulfilled one is there’s always room for improvement, and to me no literature does the job better than erotic fiction!
Because it encompasses so many sub-genres—historical, science fiction, westerns, etc.—there’s no problem finding the right setting to play out one’s fantasies. You can be rolling in the hay with a gorgeous cowboy one day, lifting your skirt for a nineteenth century duke the next, or even take a trip through time and space and have hot sex with an extra-terrestrial.
Ultimately, I think women should read erotic fiction because it’s fun. Everyday life is filled with series issues, a few hours relief is a good thing in my book.