Evelyn Hale: 3 books

"She stood with the moonlight pouring over her, opal and shadow, like fine Italian art. Her nipples rubied in the chill. She backed against the waist-high railing of the balcony and held it with outstretched arms, a smooth triangle shape, her hair now fluttering and gyring exuberantly in a sudden...

"Once, as we passed close by one another by the laden wash-line in the backyard, we kissed between the sheets, and he slipped a hand in my shorts and a finger easily inside of me, the wetness instantaneous. I was never far below a simmer in those days. He slid his finger out partway, and then...

Miranda straddled Jeff properly and flung her hair behind her head. Her small breasts bounced. She leaned down on Jeff, kissing him as he rubbed her back. She kissed his lips, his chin, his neck: nibbling—playfully—at his salty skin. She slid her hand under the hem of Jeff’s shirt and raked...