Angel, an ex car racing star, is blind from a horrific car accident and has phone sex to cool off.
Shelly works evenings on a sex hotline to help make ends meet. Her favourite client is Angel, but one day he steps over the line and asks her out.
Shelly and Angel's fragile new love is tested when Angel's ex-wife and Angel's mother interfere.
Will Angel and Shelly be strong enough to fight for their love?
General Release Date: 23rd July 2007
“Angel...” She heard so much pain in his voice. It killed her.
“No, let me finish. You care about me, probably the same way you care about all your clients, but you make me believe you like me the best.”
“That’s because you’re my favourite,” she said gently. “It’s true. And I’ll always be here when you need me.”
“Thanks Shell.” He sighed. “Tell me a story. Make up a story about you and me.”
She looked at the blinking lights. “You...took me for a walk one day. Summer was at its zenith and the grass underfoot smelled like fresh hay. There was no one around. The fields were empty and only the sound of birds disturbed the silence. We passed a tall hedgerow full of black berries.
“You picked blackberries and fed them to me, and the sweet, tart juice ran down your fingers and over my lips. The air shimmered with heat and a little drop of sweat ran down my neck and over my collarbone.
“Without thinking you leaned over and licked it. The feel of your tongue stunned me. I stood there, my eyes closed, while you traced a path with your tongue from my neck to my breast.
“Your hands trembled as you unbuttoned my blouse, and when you cupped my breasts, I could feel a sort of electric shock between us. You felt it too. You pressed up against me, your cock grew hard, and I heard a little moan escape your lips.
“I had to kiss you. Slipping my arms around your shoulders, I drew you close to me. Your mouth was hard, and mine was soft and tasted of blackberries. Our kiss was sweet and deep. My whole body ached for you. As if we were possessed we tore our clothes off.
“You spread your shirt on the ground and I lay on it, my legs wide, my sex throbbing for you. But you picked a blackberry, and drew a line from my belly to my pussy, and then you put the blackberry on my clit and nibbled it.
“My clit gave a twinge and I cried out. You darted your tongue into my sex, probing, sucking, and I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer. My nipples felt like two hard pebbles. I rubbed them, just like I’m rubbing them now. I’m pinching them with my fingers and pulling them.
“Now I’m sliding my hand to my pussy and it’s all wet just thinking about that day. You plunged your cock into me and it filled me completely. It stretched me out and made me scream with delight.
“Oh God!” Shelly tipped her head back and cried out. Her hand had found her clit and now she teased it, heavy longing making it slick with her juices.
Word Count: 17,316
Book Length: NOVELLA
Samantha Winston is the pen name for sci-fi writer Jennifer Macaire. She lives in France with her husband, children, and two dogs. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated and moved to NYC where she modelled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.
Reviewed by Romance Junkies Reviews
Hotline is a superb story written around the NASCAR world...Hotline is definitely a story that I could see becoming part of an ongoing series and I look forward to reading more from Ms. Winston very...
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