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Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought

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The instant Scarlet spotted the Porsche parked in the driveway the bitter taste of anger flooded her mouth. An indignant outrage that burned away the earlier sweetness of the afternoon.

Killian had always called the shots – in and out of their bed. It’d never bothered her before. In fact, it had been part of the wild attraction. She’d understood from day one, you don’t get on the roller-coaster and then try to steer.

She knew all that and still she was livid.

She stopped next to the sleek machine on the gravel stones. Bent at the knees, her panties still somewhere on Jerricho’s floor, and picked up a large jagged stone.

Her grip clenched and released as she slowly counted to ten, then twenty, before she had herself under enough control to not take the unforgiving hard edge of rock and scratch it down the petrol blue paint. Racing stripes à la feminine fury.

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My Sunday snippet is a bit different this week. It’s a quote from my current work-in-progress in calligraphy done by a very talented friend Max Indigo. 

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Do youself a favour and look up more of Max’s work here

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Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought

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“What’s the safe-word, Scarlet?”

“Red.”

“Good girl. It’s the perfect colour for you.” He drew his finger across her ribs as he spoke, first the left then the other. Just under the swell of her breasts. Close enough for her to notice. Close enough for her to imagine him brushing the soft underside of their swell, close enough to feel the pull of his touch in her nipples.

“Because of my hair?” Her voice became quiet, smoky.

“Hmm…that’s one reason.” His eyes followed the lazy trail of his finger circling the outside of her breast. “The other reason is my crop.”

She mewled, a sound of impatience and want.

“Soon.” He scraped a nail over her breastbone, drawing a stinging line up her centre. A promise of what was coming. “Soon, I’m going to give your breasts all my devoted attention.”

© Nicolette Hugo

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Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought

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He heard a soft moan coming from the room off the short passage and headed in that direction.

The first thing he noticed about Scarlet was how aptly she’d been named. Her red hair fanned out on the champagne coloured bed like a halo of fire. Black and pink candy-striped lingerie hugged her burlesque curves like gift-wrapping.

He gently placed his bag on the floor as he watched. The sight as unexpected as she was beautiful.

Her glossy pink lips open in a silent gasp as she rocked her hips on thrusting fingers. The silk of her panties strained against her hand as she found the right rhythm. Eyes closed, she gave no indication she had heard him enter the suite or the room.

She seemed oblivious in her abandon.

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#8sunday #SEXYSNIPPETS

Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought

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“Hello?” He pressed the phone against his ear.

“Jerricho Black?” The voice was feminine, hesitant.

“At your service.”

“So I’ve been told. You come recommended Mr. Black.”

He could hear a smile creep into her voice.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” She laughed. “Highly.”

“Now you’re just flirting with me…” A smile tugged at the corners of his own lips.

She laughed again. More relaxed. “Scarlet. My name’s Scarlet.”

He waited a second but she didn’t offer a last name. “Then you know I offer very particular services, Scarlet?”

“I know. Dom for hire right?” She sounded nervous again.

“That’s what it says on the card. You haven’t done this before have you?”

“Paid someone?” There was a pause. “No. No, I don’t think I ever have.”

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Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought

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Killian sank to his haunches and traced Daniel’s name in the marble stone.

She averted her gaze. Looked all the way across the cemetery searching for some kind of sign. For hope. Better yet, reanimation.

Nothing.

There was only more of the oppressive silence. A thick suffocating quiet haunted by ghosts.

She looked back at Killian. His touch lingered on the letters one last time and then he slowly rose to stand and look at her.

Last night’s argument hung in the dead air between them.

“I just want things back the way they were,” she whispered.

“There’s no bringing back from the dead, Scar.”