A recently widowed mother has a life-affirming encounter in an unexpected place. Leaving her child with the babysitter, she goes shopping to find a few things to fit her changing body. Grieving and exhausted, she doesn’t care what she looks like or who she sees. But someone thinks she’s beautiful just the way she is and sets out to prove it in The Dressing Room
WARNING! EXPLICIT content. Mature 21+ audience only.
5 * Review on Barnes and Noble!
“This story is short, but oh my. Not sure where to start. I felt every bit of emotion from the main character, a woman just starting life over since the death of her husband and raising a baby by herself. She’s not weak, but she’s obviously struggling with memories and the obvious "What now?" of her life. And one encounter changes her view and brings hope for her. I don’t know how to explain it better. Yes, it’s highly explicit and even taboo (lactation fantasy, anyone? public sex?) but it’s done in such a tasteful way that while you will absolutely need a cold shower after, you don’t really feel you read something naughty. This is erotica as an art form. Well done, Ms. Scott. Well done.”
Targeted Age Group:: 21+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It honestly just flew from my fingers as I was working on another novel. While explicit, the focus is more on the emotional aspect of grief, loss, and rediscovery. It’s short – and some may object to that. But it’s all it needs to be to convey the message.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
They just happened. Late at night, sitting on my porch, these characters just appeared. Seriously.
. She sighed and picked up a pair of jeans.
“Those would look amazing on you.”
She turned and stared straight into the most beautiful green eyes. Intense eyes. Focused on her. So much like Mike’s. Deep and unusual green. Her breath hitched a little.
“Are you talking to me?”
“The most gorgeous woman in this store? Yes, you. And I meant what I said. Those jeans would be hot on you. If you don’t mind my being forward, I think you’re the sexiest woman in here.”
“Um. Thanks.” She blushed, feeling flattered and yet wary of the attention of this stranger. After all, she knew she was a wreck. Her hands fluttered about, smoothing her her blouse and absently picking at her old sweats.
His eyes were still on her and though she felt a twinge of guilt, she simply couldn’t stop staring at him. He was rugged and tan, with unruly finger-combed dark hair, those intense fuckable green eyes and a body that begged for her fingers to explore it. Broad shoulders, muscled chest and toned abs showed through his grey t-shirt. And his ass in those low slung jeans…Holy Jesus. Her sex clenched just looking at him. He looked like he just walked off the pages of a magazine.
He leaned closer. “Beautiful, beautiful girl.”
Behind them a voice called, “Hey Cade, nice photo shoot today, as usual.”
Without taking his eyes off her, Cade answered, “Thanks man. Good working with you.”
“So. You’re a model?” she asked.
“Yeah. Part-time. Full time contractor.”
That explained his rugged appearance. Her eyes grazed over his muscled arms. What was she thinking? She felt a slow burn building inside her. Her breasts ached, but now from need as well. She was drawn to this man in a way she shouldn’t be. She didn’t even know him. His sensuous lips were so close to hers. He trailed a finger down her cheek and she didn’t have the will to push him away. She lowered her eyes, telling herself this was a horrible idea. He cupped her chin and brought her face up, forcing her to look at him. Her lips parted. And then his mouth was on hers, his tongue hungrily demanding entrance. She yielded completely. Her body melted against his as she gave herself over to the sensations welling up in her. Desire spread between her legs. Electrical pulses travelled her spine. She was making out with a total stranger in the jeans department. His tongue circled hers in a wicked dance and his lips took what he wanted from her. She felt her panties moisten with readiness as an ache began in her pussy. She wanted him to touch her. No. She needed him to touch her. He broke the kiss. She stood there blinking, unable to catch her breath. What next? She should run. She should leave. She should never look back. He gently took one of her hands and kissed it.
“So fucking sexy,” he whispered. “Come with me?” He cocked an eyebrow. His full lips turned in a crooked, mischievous half-smile.
About the Author:
Meghan Scott grew up showing horses all over the country. After graduating with a degree in Literature and receiving the Distinguished Scholar award from the English department, she pursued a career in law in the big city. Done with city life, she escaped back to her home state of Kentucky where she met her husband and raised a family on their farm. She’s been writing all her life but never had the courage to publish until pushed by good friends. When not writing, she can usually be found in a barn!
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