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Getting NAKED (Bisexual/attempted rape/forced sex)

Getting NAKED (Bisexual/attempted rape/forced sex)Author: Dee Dawning
Publisher: New Dawning Bookfair
Category: eBooks


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Sales Rank: 59510

Format: Kindle eBook
Language: English (Published)
Media: Kindle Edition
Edition: 2
Pages: 192
Number Of Items: 1

ASIN: B004NIFDTI

Publication Date: February 11, 2011
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From Linda, Red Roses for Authors Reviews
This is an extremely sexy book. Well written and amusing at times in its own way, this is a book for all those who love to read about sex. I give the book FIVE red roses, but warn it is for readers over eighteen and those who like erotica.
From Willow Rayne, Dark Angel Reviews (5 angels)

I have heard so many wonderful things about this story, I just had to get my hands on GETTING NAKED at the Hilton. Man, am I glad I did. This is one of those rare gems that really raises your blood pressure and leaves you screaming for more. If you're looking for a smoking hot story with the perfect amounts of foreplay, sensuality and a heart-stop

From Linda L Fallen Angel Reviews (5 Angels)
Dee Dawning always knows how to create a delicious read that brings on terrific excitement and steaming sensual passion. Getting NAKED at the Hilton is a sweltering story that is grand. I enjoyed the conversation between the couple and how Scott's thoughts jump into his mind, some often witty.
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Rachel Cooke loves sex, but doesn't give it away to just anyone. When she meets Scott at the club where she sings, sparks fly. They flirt, they drink, they laugh, and go dancing. After several dances, Scott suggests they go someplace quiet and talk, but having just ended a disastrous relationship with her boyfriend/agent, Rachel isn’t ready to trust herself, let alone some new guy.

When an innocent comment from Scott leads to a crazy test of his character, Rachel finds herself spending a hands-off night with him in her hotel room—naked.

Barely surviving the night, the next morning all bets are off. Their passion knows no bounds, and the two of them become inseparable. That is, until Rachel's ex-boyfriend shows up, attempting to get her back by Dangling a series of lucrative engagements in front of her. Now, Rachel must decide if what she's found with Scott is love or lust, and if it's love, is he worthy of her trust?

WARNING: ADULTS ONLY. This book contains extreme sexual situations
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Located on the Strip north of Circus Circus Hotel, Pussy Cats was the in club of the moment. Its ultra modern stainless steel motif, it catered to the beautiful people of Vegas and adventurous, well-heeled tourists. The drinks were expensive, the music loud, the mood seductively dark and the women… As always, the women were hot! But none hotter that night than Rachel Cooke.

Gyrating with the best of them to the sexy rhythm driven beat, Rachel in her scanty attire with her lissome, sexy frame was a show within a show on Pussy Cat’s dance floor. Drinking in her marvelous undulating form, visions of her performing those sexy dance moves with his cock buried in her, teased his brain. Goddamn! Can she move. I’ll bet she’s a f*cking nympho in the sack.

The only thing preventing his libido from tenting his pants was the energy he expended keeping up with Rachel's wild moves. Out of breath and near passing out from exertion, the ending of the third heart pumping, high tempo, dance number was going to be the death of him. And then, salvation. Taking pity on the sweaty dancers, the band played a slow song.

A frenzy of excitement settled in the pit of his stomach as he trapped the hot little minx in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled in close. Damn, she felt good. A few inches below him in height, everything seemed to line up for erotic advantage.

Cradled against his thighs, her breasts against his chest, the music created a sensual rhythm that no longer moved their feet but swayed their bodies tighter together. His erection surged between them when she nestled in even closer. His hands slid down and grasped her shapely ass, feeling the seams of her skimpy panties through the flimsy fabric of her mini-skirt. She exuded sex—raw sex. He was hard as a hammer and with the subtlest of movement

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