| Author: | Miranda Joyce | ISBN: | 9781311721273 |
| Publisher: | Miranda Joyce | Publication: | March 25, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Miranda Joyce |
| ISBN: | 9781311721273 |
| Publisher: | Miranda Joyce |
| Publication: | March 25, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
A silly little freebie for my fans, My Day is a tongue in cheek look at the tropes of erotica and romance. Walk a day in the life of our heroine, through a world of bikers, cowboys, billionaire bosses, lesbians, vampires and tentacle monsters.
Excerpt: The subway train chuffed into the station and came to a rumbling stop at the platform bringing with it the smell of ozone and grime. I picked an empty car and climbed aboard settling comfortably in the molded plastic seat. At the next stop, a biker gang boarded and made their way to my car. They were tall and tough. Each one had broad shoulders and flexing muscles beneath the dark lines of their tattoos.
Their president wore his blond hair slicked back from his face. His eyes were soulful in the harsh lines of his masculine face. He told me their story. They were on the run from corrupt cops and a sadistic man who conspired to take over their club. They weren’t good men but they weren’t bad men either. Now they were looking for a heroine to help them take back their club with her quick wits and sultry good looks. I told them I was sorry but I had to be in to work by eight. I didn’t have time today.
The president nodded sadly before peeling off my blouse. His fingers found the clasp of my bra and unhooked it with practiced ease. He turned me around and pressed me against the door. The window’s glass was cool on my aching nipples. Startled commuters watched as we passed station after station. He bunched my skirt up over my hips and tore my panties away with an animalistic growl.
A silly little freebie for my fans, My Day is a tongue in cheek look at the tropes of erotica and romance. Walk a day in the life of our heroine, through a world of bikers, cowboys, billionaire bosses, lesbians, vampires and tentacle monsters.
Excerpt: The subway train chuffed into the station and came to a rumbling stop at the platform bringing with it the smell of ozone and grime. I picked an empty car and climbed aboard settling comfortably in the molded plastic seat. At the next stop, a biker gang boarded and made their way to my car. They were tall and tough. Each one had broad shoulders and flexing muscles beneath the dark lines of their tattoos.
Their president wore his blond hair slicked back from his face. His eyes were soulful in the harsh lines of his masculine face. He told me their story. They were on the run from corrupt cops and a sadistic man who conspired to take over their club. They weren’t good men but they weren’t bad men either. Now they were looking for a heroine to help them take back their club with her quick wits and sultry good looks. I told them I was sorry but I had to be in to work by eight. I didn’t have time today.
The president nodded sadly before peeling off my blouse. His fingers found the clasp of my bra and unhooked it with practiced ease. He turned me around and pressed me against the door. The window’s glass was cool on my aching nipples. Startled commuters watched as we passed station after station. He bunched my skirt up over my hips and tore my panties away with an animalistic growl.
