Have a GIGANTIC Valentine's Day!

Celebrate V-Day with an Excerpt

Gigantic

by Kristi Hancock

 

Gigantic. Seriously, gigantic. The biggest one she’d ever seen.

 

“What do you think?” Teresa cocked her head for a better view as she sought her best friend’s opinion.

 

“No. Way.” April shook her head. “Keep that thing away from me.”

 

“But it’s Valentine’s Day.”

 

“One more reason not to go to the emergency room.”

 

Teresa couldn’t contain the snort that shot out of her nose and pointed a finger at her roomie. “Nice. Ladylike. It’s no wonder you don’t have a date tonight.”

 

“Oh, please.” April rolled her eyes. “I’m still not sure how we wound up dildo shopping.”

 

“We got in the car and drove here.”

 

“Speaking of which, what if someone recognizes my car.”

 

“Then we’ll have dirt on whoever it is, because the only people here parked in the private parking lot – including us.” Teresa grabbed the closed plastic package and shoved it at her friend. “If you’re so worried about it, shop faster.”

 

April dropped the package with a shriek. “I told you to keep that thing away from me.”

 

Teresa snatched it off the ground. “So, you don’t care for flesh tone. Here’s one in pink. With rabbit ears. And it spins.”

 

April’s face turned brighter than the toy. “We should leave. Now.”

 

“Not until we buy something. We made a pact. We’re both getting laid tonight, even if it’s with plastic and rubber.”

 

April’s jaw hit the ground as she stared past Teresa. “No…”

 

Their upstairs neighbors – their super-hot upstairs neighbors were walking from the cash register to the door. Right toward Teresa and April.

 

Both tall and handsome, one dark with shaggy black hair and green eyes, the other sporting unruly blond curls and blue eyes had stopped laughing when they did a double-take at the women in their path. Then at what they held in their hands. Specifically, one dildo molded after a porn star, and the neon pink robotic dildo with more features than April could count. She wanted to crawl under the carpet while Teresa burst out with laughter.

 

“Hello, ladies. Having fun?”

 

Teresa fought for composure while April studied the floor. Responding with interspersed coughing and laughter, Teresa managed to get out, “Meet our Valentine’s dates.”

 

April swatted at her with the bunny.

 

“We’re totally busted.” She shook her head. “Why not ‘fess up?”

 

“Because they’re guys,” April yelled in a stage whisper.

 

“Thanks for noticing,” the blond one replied with a wink and a smile.

 

“Besides, they’re busted as much as we are. We’ve shown you ours. Now show us what you’ve got in that black plastic bag.”

 

“I’ve got a better idea,” said Mr. Green Eyes. “How about you finish shopping then head back to our place with us?”

 

This time Teresa started gawking and worked her mouth like a fish before recovering. “What are you saying?”

 

His buddy leaned in and with a lowered voice concluded, “I think he wants you to get something with a vibrator and watch our new DVD with us at our place. I’m Eric, by the way.” He took her hand in his.

 

She spoke in a rough voice. “April.”

 

“I love your beautiful red curls, April.” He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger. “They’re made for a man to run his fingers through.”

 

“They, um, get tangled a lot.”

 

“I bet they’re gorgeous either way.”

 

“Ahem.” Teresa cleared her throat. “Todd and I are ready to go when you two are.” She snatched the box with the neon bunny from April and shoved it on a shelf. “I’ve got everything we need right here.” She held up a black bag too small for any of the dildos they’d been looking at. April didn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified.

 

“Come on.” Eric grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door ahead of the other couple.

 

 

 

I hope you enjoyed the beginning of Gigantic!

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Have a very naughty Valentine's Day! 

Kinky Tale #69

I am so thrilled to bring you an excerpt from Submissive-in-Chief, my new short story which just released in The Big Book of Submission Volume 2 this past Tuesday!

An Excerpt from

SUBMISSIVE-IN-CHIEF

by Kristi Hancock

I raise the zipper on the inside of my black thigh high patent leather boots. The pair I keep in my locker at the club. A trophy for pleasing myself. I don the matching bustier that pushes my nipples to peek from the top. They pucker in anticipation. My Master awaits. The memory of his blond spiked hair and indigo eyes scorches my mind. I know what I want tonight, but I don’t know what he wants for me.

I step through the doors, strut forward on my stiletto heels, and drop before him. My eyes go to the polished cement floor between my knees. It grinds against my bones. His fingers on my head tell me that my endurance of the pain pleases him. Hopefully tonight he will see to my pleasure in return.

You can find it at the following locations:

Amazon Kindle: http://mybook.to/submissionbook2

Print: http://mybook.to/submissionbook2print

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-big-book-of-submission-volume-2-rachel-kramer-bussel/1127263782?ean=9781627782234

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Rachel_Kramer_Bussel_Big_Book_of_Submission_Volume?id=jI02DwAAQBAJ

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/big-book-of-submission-volume-2/id1288805259?mt=11

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/big-book-of-submission-volume-2

Lady Smut posted very short snippets from all the stories: https://ladysmut.com/2017/12/15/kinky-bdsm-erotica-submission/

And here's a great review the book got recently: http://bitchesnprose.blogspot.com/2017/12/review-big-book-of-submission-volume-2.html

Radish: Reading App or Root Vegetable?

So. There's this vegetable, I mean new reading app where you can find some of my books. It's called Radish Fiction, and it's based on a popular reading program that's been hot in some other countries for years. Now some super-cool professionals have brought this technology to romance fiction. The app is in English and is meant to be used with your smartphone or tablet (available for Apple and Android).

Right about now, you're asking yourself, "Why do I want to put another app on my phone and learn how to use the damn thing?"

I've got three reasons for you:

1. Access to exclusive content from your favorite authors (like Tamara Lush's Constant Craving -- did I mention that made Buzzfeed's Steamy Reads list? --and my new novella Prove Me Wrong).
2. The first three chapters are always free. That means you can try books on for size without paying for them. Some books are entirely free, others you unlock with coins (we're talking pocket change per chapter, well, back when we had pocket change).
3. You can subscribe to stories and receive notifications when new chapters are released. No more finding time to read because you can read on the run one chapter at a time.

Am I doing a lousy job explaining? Check out this video.

Cool, eh? How do you do this, you ask.

Go to the App Store on your smartphone or tablet.

Search for "Radish Fiction".

The icon looks like this:

Oh - look! You found it!

Click "GET", and it will download.

When that's done, click "OPEN".

Set up your account, and you're off and running!

TA-DA! Aren't you proud of yourself?

Now you can access exclusive stories by moi (that's French for "Kristi Hancock"), A.C. Rose, Dr. J, and other favorites -- plus discover some new ones!

In this case I think we can say, "Read your vegetables!"

(Yeah, that was super-corny. Send me a better closing line.)

So I Fell Off the Planet

I live in Florida. First we had to evacuate due to Hurricane Irma. No house damage -- YAY! No power for five days -- BOO! We evacuated to north Georgia where we were hit by the remnants of Irma, which were strong enough to be a tropical storm. Trees fell. House okay. The sound of wood splintering turned out to be the tree that fell partially against the house. Tree across power line at end of driveway. No power for two days -- BOO! Friends had generator which we used to power phones and make coffee -- YAY!

Got to come home after power company cut down tree and Big C notified me that power was on.

Then family from south Georgia whose house flooded spent a couple of nights with us.

Then, lots of people died. Specifically...

The stepdaughter (age thirty-nine) of one of my besties had a heart attack and died in her sleep. My bestie is now guardian of her seventh grader.

The daughter (age forty-nine) of a dear family friend bled out due to complications from an issue with her esophagus.

My husband's uncle (age eighty-two) passed away while fighting pneumonia.

My thoughts and prayers continue to be with their families and loved ones, including my own husband.

Last Thursday, I drove to Atlanta for Georgia Romance Writers' annual Moonlight and Magnolias conference. I might have considered cancelling, but I was leading a workshop. I arrived exhausted and left enthused.

I got back home late Monday afternoon to surprises from Big C, including a spaghetti dinner. Yesterday I was a zombie and was afraid might be coming down with the flu. Today, after finally getting a decent night of sleep, I feel human. I am thrilled to have a light calendar this week.

I will now stay on top of Prove Me Wrong, my current Naughty by Nature serialized story in process on the Radish app. I will soon be adding A Gentleman's Offer to the app, as well. Woot! So hang in there with me. I'm baaaaack!

Attitude of Gratitude

We live on a street that borders on water along the coast. We consistently evacuate during potential disasters. It's what we're comfortable with. We trade personal safety for the risk of losing all of our stuff. We're good with that. After all, if it floods or a tree falls on the house during the storm, what are we going to do about it?

During last year's Hurricane Matthew, we lost fourteen trees, none of which hit our house. It felt like a miracle. No, it still feels like a miracle.

During this year's Hurricane Irma, we had almost no damage. Again, it feels like a miracle. For us.

Unfortunately, some of our family did not fare as well. My in-laws (mother, father, brother, sister, and our niece) live on a tidal creek that overflowed its banks and left water in both of their houses. Also, a tree fell on one of their houses. When it did, my sister-in-law fell of the sofa onto the tile floor and broke her elbow. She's now in a cast from her fingers to her almost her shoulder. She's right-handed, and it's her right arm. She, my brother-in-law, and our niece -- whose sixth birthday was Wednesday -- spent two nights with us here. We celebrated with a purple buttercream vanilla birthday cake with pink roses. I count that as a win.

Big C is looking into RV's for our next hurricane evacuation. This year our "safe spot" was in Irma's path. Even though it was only a tropical storm by that point, our friends lost multiple trees. Part of one hit the house on its' way down and scared us all to death. Another landed on power lines which left us without electricity for forty-eight hours.

I've found silver lining after silver lining through all of this as it affected me, but having family as victims of flooding? Even though they have a "glass half full" attitude, I'm hurting for them.

You know what? This world needs as many "Happily Ever After" story endings as it can get. That's something I can offer. I guess I'd better get writing.

Lost and Found

I love stumbling across old favorite romance novels that have been packed away somewhere and randomly turn up. We moved to Florida a year and a half ago, and Big C (my husband) just found my paperback copy of The Heartbreaker by Carly Phillips while unpacking a few leftover boxes in his office this morning. Woot! It's book three in her Chandler Brothers series, which is so incredibly fun!While it's not erotica, I enjoyed the series immensely.

Now that I have this back in my hands, it makes me want to reread the whole series. But it got me thinking, how many of you reread books? Do you have favorite parts? I reread sex scenes all the time just because I enjoy them. Do you ever do that? I'd love to hear about it either way.

The Winner: A (Very) Short Story

This very short, very hot story is a little gift to my readers -- and a tiny preview of what I write.

Yes, it's itty-bitty. It was originally going to go to a magazine, but now it's all yours!

Enjoy this visit to a bar that's maybe not so far away from you. ;)

 

 

 

His hips bump the back of my ass in my size thirty-four stonewash Levi’s when I bend over the billiards table. I'd called a three to the corner pocket, and he almost makes my experienced hands miss the shot. The pub is crowded but not so much that he had to make contact to pass me. In a straight bar, this can mean only one thing, and it makes my balls tighten.

 

He stands to my left with the onlookers. His sleek hair appears burnished where the light hits his firm jaw and sensuous mouth and leaves the rest in shadow. He keeps his hand on his beer bottle as it rests on the edge of the table next to the bills my opponent and I staked on the game. His other hand reaches across his muscular chest to scratch his bicep. He's Michelangelo’s "David" in motion.

 

My eight ball to the side pocket closes the game, and I pass off my pool stick to the next in line. I'm more concerned about losing my handsome prey than I am about collecting my winnings. I need not worry about either. He turns and places the folded bills in my calloused palm that itches to abuse his cock.

 

"Nice shot." His voice is rusty. He clears his throat, and I imagine it swallowing the head of my dick.

 

My hormones scream to dominate him. I shove the cash in my front pocket, take his beer from his hand, and down a long swig.

 

"Yes," he says.

 

A petite redhead reaches for my arm. "You play so well." Her fingers find their way to my fly.

 

I grab her wrist, bite her earlobe, and whisper, "Thanks, sweetheart, but not tonight."

 

I wonder if she knows I'm batting for both teams.

 

I arch a brow at my new buddy, and he nods. I've never picked up a guy here, but his forest green eyes wipe any doubts from my mind. It's not like I can be the only former frat boy here who was straight until the lights went out.

 

I cut a path past the crowd at the bar, and it swallows our trail. Past the bathrooms and swinging kitchen door, I push out the exit to a dank alley. It smells of grit and rain and brick.

 

I free my mental reins and allow my penis to swell in girth and length. I wonder if he knows what he's in for. Most don't.

 

He's a couple of inches shorter than I am and makes to grab the nape of my neck. He bites my lip. "God, your black hair is hot against your blue eyes."

 

I fist my hand in his gray V-neck T-shirt and take his mouth without apology. He tastes of beer and smells of expensive cologne.

 

Our tongues tangle as we fight each other’s belts and flies to access the packages hidden beneath. He's commando, his cock average and uncut. He gasps as he hooks my boxer briefs beneath my balls.

 

"Fuck. You're huge."

 

"And you're taking all of it," I say.

 

I fumble through my wallet for a condom while the stranger pumps his dick.

After an eternity, I have the extra-large latex on me and spin him around to the wall. I spit twice in my hand then rub the barbaric lubrication around his hungry anus.

 

His legs are braced apart, his fingers clench the mortar, and he tilts his ass at my cock. I hold his cheeks and let my penis guide itself to his hole. I lean in to let the head pop through then slide my shaft down his channel. Jesus, he feels tight. I begin to pump thinking it would be even better if—

 

The redhead from earlier slips out the door. We freeze. Will she scream? Bust us? Call security?

 

Instead she smiles. "May I join you?"

 

My dick is still in his ass as he turns to catch my reaction. When I shrug, his eyebrow goes up again.

 

"You ever been with a woman?" I ask him.

 

"Not since I tried to be straight."

 

"Then pretend she's a guy."

 

Red pulls a strawberry condom from her purse, lays her jacket beneath her, and kneels before the stranger.

 

I can't help chuckling to myself. He backs into me on a cringe so I reach around him to hold the base of his throbbing prick for the condom. She puts it on with her mouth so enthusiastically her saliva drowns my fingers and drizzles down his balls. Her soft palm passes over my own pair, and she squeezes.

 

The tight heat of the man's body. The pleasure of his dick in my hands. The soft warmth of a woman's fingers on my nuts. The threat of discovery. It's too much for my brain to manage, and my body takes over. Furiously I pump into the stranger's ass. The cacophony of sensations batter my soul which screams for release.

 

I find it in a haze of light behind my tightly shut eyelids. I release the stranger's prick as my come fills the condom. He throws his head back over my shoulder with a groan.

 

"She bet me she would have sex with me before the night was over." He pants. "I lost."

 

I laugh. "Nope. Fucked and sucked? I'd say you won."

 

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It's All in the Details

I am swamped, buried in technical nomenclature and schematics of guidelines and sample plans of details to be submitted to our new "community association" here at what I fondly refer to as the HGTV Dream Home we paid for (though it's not nearly as fancy or glamourous as those). Cexy and I are slogging through paperwork muck that makes a trek through the marsh across the street seem like a casual stroll. I sit down to write only to discover another document to review, another form to complete, another contract to sign. Buried in minutiae, it feels as though I've barely written a word.
I realize that these are totally First World problems. I now have a handsome young pool boy (and a pool to go with him) on a sizeable chunk of land in a preserve. Our neighbors like to keep to themselves, as do we. It's why we chose to live here. That even extends to inside our home. Our bedroom is on one side of the house while guest rooms are on the other--with an expanse of living room separating the two. Like I said, this is our HGTV Dream Home only we paid for it. So why can't I write?
Because we're still surrounded with boxes from the move? Because we're still giving away furniture to make room for the stuff in the boxes? Because we're planning to retire here in 20 years and only leave if we have to go to a nursing home so I want everything to be perfect? Because we want a fenced area for the dog?
There aren't enough "becauses". I don't believe in writers block. I've just got to get my butt in some chair and my hands on my laptop's keyboard and go. Ready, set...

Movin' on Down

Yes, I've just dated myself by taking a page from seventies hit TV show The Jeffersons. I have, in fact, moved on down...to Florida. I don't move well. At all. I inevitably freak out. Big Cexy and I argue over small details which, during a move, are monumental. So far I've been right on almost everything, as he's had to learn the hard way. I won't rub it in with an "I told you so" because I got the hell out of Dodge on Monday shortly after the movers showed up. That allowed him to do things his way and for us to stop arguing. Let's face it--when you've both issued apologies by 9 am, it's not good.

Instead I've spent the week in such unseasonably warm weather that I had to go buy short sleeve T-shirts and capris as opposed to the long sleeve T's, jeans, and boots I packed when I left Atlanta. (Okay, okay. So I bought a pair of sandals, too. Can you blame me?) It's supposed to be in the 70's when we move in our new house on Saturday. I was like Oh, hell no! at the thought of doing it in jeans and a snuggly long sleeve T-shirt.

Cexy is driving down after he finishes a meeting this afternoon.

The Ones You Love

No, I didn't write any Thanksgiving stuff on social media this year. A member of our family has been in and out of the hospital since August and was in hospice. His three sons came in from across the country on Thanksgiving Day to make peace with him and say their goodbyes. He passed away shortly after. His wife died suddenly on Thanksgiving Day four years ago. The holiday is destroyed for my niece who has lost both of those grandparents on it. I've told her we'll pick something random like Arbor Day to celebrate instead.

If you have read my books as Kristi Hancock or Kristine Bria, you know that I keep it real with family business. Relationships are messy. They can truly be love/hate. A child can spend their life seeking the approval of a parent who continually disrespects them. Siblings will compete for decades believing that the other is the parents' favorite and trying to prove their worth only to discover they were loved equally. Those are just a few scenarios. While none of them describe this particular situation, it's definitely a complicated one.

So while you've been eating your turkey, we've been grieving. You'll have to forgive me for not being "Rah! Rah! Thanksgiving!" Quite honestly, I can't even think about future ones.

Meanwhile, do me a favor. Hug those close to you. Call them. Tell them you love them while they can hear it.

And I promise to get back to giving you happily ever afters. I need them as much as you do.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like...New Year's Eve? Sixteen Candles? Wh--?

Yes, everyone hates that the holidays seem to keep coming earlier...and, yes, we (Liquid Silver Books and I) know that Halloween isn't even here yet, but we are so excited about Fireworks for Four that we couldn't wait until December 31st to share it with you!

When a Dominant billionaire Craig experiences love at first sight with Caroline and enlists the help of his friends, Tate and Gabe, to seduce the body-painted model working his New Year’s Eve party, no one can stop the sexual explosion.

See what I mean? Really, once you read it, you might even be mad that we waited this long to release it.

Here's what's really crazy: when I was writing the story, I had this huge lightbulb moment when I realized that I was essentially writing about Jake Ryan from the movie Sixteen Candles as an adult. Craig Bishop has it all--looks, brains, money, his own company, a killer house that looks out over fireworks from Seattle's Space Needle, and a New Year's Eve party that people are dying to come to. You get the idea. What he really wants is to have a quiet holiday at home in front of the fireplace, but he hasn't found Ms. Right to share it with. In other words, he'd rather be sitting on top his dining room table with Molly Ringwald and her birthday cake than surrounded by a houseful of people who call themselves his friends.

That's when I had flashbacks of Jake's conversations with The Geek... The way that Jake opened up to Anthony-Michael Hall's character and said, Look around. You see all this? It doesn't matter. I want something real with someone who matters to me and who cares about me equally in return.

So of course I was all over IMDB looking at quotes from the movie and Googling "Jake Ryan" for memes that you can find on my Facebook page.

Yes, all of this while writing my first (light) BDSM GLBT menage. And I loved it. I hope you do, too.

HEADS UP! That's right, I said GLBT as in there are Male/Male sex scenes in this book in addition to the menage (that would be all four characters--one woman and three men having sex together). If that's not for you, that's cool. You might enjoy Dessert for Two instead.

Shame on Slut-Shamers

Fireworks for Four, Sweet Tooth Book 2, comes out on Monday (YAY!!!!). But here's what you really need to know about the collection:

My "Sweet Tooth" series is tongue-in-cheek (and everywhere else) because the only thing sweet is the dessert porn. The other common thread in the series is the theme of the one night stand--something that seems to encourage slut-shaming from men and women alike. This collection of novellas celebrates the transformational power of the one night stand and the empowerment it offers women who are brave enough to risk their emotions and their reputations to seize the day (or in this case, the night). I'd like to take this opportunity to congratulate all the women with the guts to go for it. Carpe diem, ladies!

My Debut Novella: Rock His World

Every good boy deserves a punk rock girl!

 

Available August 10th

PRE-ORDER

 

I'm not getting terribly creative with this post because I'm so excited that my Book Birthday is almost here! Please allow me to introduce you to Sasha and Avery.

Sasha Ford lives life her way. Tattooed, pierced, and professionally satisfied, the Seattle music-lover has found her groove. She’s living her dream as a free-spirited graphic artist, but the fearless vixen has grown bored with her booty-calls and is on the prowl for a new conquest. Her trademark black eyeliner and scarlet lips serve as both invitation and warning to any man she pursues.

 

Seven years of college transformed small-town bad boy Avery Kingston into a super-geek. New to the city with his shiny PhD, he struggles to find his social identity by connecting with his tough guy roots. Attempting to merge his past with his present in the counter-culture, he finds himself in over his head—especially when sexy Sasha drags him into her world of mosh-pits and after-parties.

 

Sasha expects a one-night stand, but their searing chemistry leads them in a direction she’s less than comfortable with. Confronted with the female version of who Avery thought he could be, Sasha’s sexual advances bring out a carnal need in Avery to give as good as he gets. Sasha believes she can’t maintain her own identity if she’s in a serious relationship, but Avery wants more than sex from his hot rebel. He must convince Sasha of his love and respect for her fierce independent streak or say goodbye to her forever. Is Avery strong enough to make Sasha break her own rules?

Love Potion No. 9

Today I was a guest on a bunch of romance blogs. We romance authors have been talking with readers about best and worst pick-up lines as part of the Summer eReader Giveaway (four Kindles plus dozens of runner-up prizes). You can get in on the fun at the Book Scoop Blog.

I stole my sister's worst then contrasted it with how my love story started with a Mountain Dew:

The Worst and The Best

At first I thought, what in the world am I going to write about? I've been married for what seems like forever, and I dated my husband exclusively for almost four years before that. So I decided to cheat. My sister is divorced and just experienced the worst pick-up attempt of her life. I'm going to share her nightmare then I'll tell you the simple thing my husband did to hook me then reel me in.

Sis, who isn't currently "on the hunt" has an old friend from high school who plays acoustic covers at different bars near where she lives. She likes to go see him with some of her girl and guy friends from high school to indulge in some no-pressure nostalgia. The singer--we'll call him Mike--knows their little tribe comes just to see and support him, so he visits with them between sets.

Approaching one of Mike's breaks on a Saturday, an older gentleman sidled up to my sister and started hitting on her. Whatever his come-ons were, they had zero impact on Sis who kept finding more creative and aggressive ways to say "no" while simultaneously flagging Mike down to come save her.

My sister is gorgeous and always has been. I've spent my life watching men fall all over themselves to grovel at her feet, leaving me to wonder, What am I? Chopped liver? The point being that I can imagine exactly how this man did whatever he could to garner her attention. He worked hard at it. Before Mike could finish his song and come to Sis's rescue, the man knocked his drink over. On my sister. On purpose. He then proceeded to wipe it off her exposed legs as she fought off his octopus-like moves.

Then he said, "I'm as bad as my grandchildren."

Sis isn't looking for someone at all right now and has only dated guys her own age. Nothing against AARP members, but she isn't interested in pursuing them or anyone else. Regardless, she's just not into more experienced men, let alone seeking them out on Match.com. I can only imagine her trying to clean herself up while simultaneously fending him off--while holding down her mini-skirt and sitting on a barstool at a hightop table. Imagine anyone trying to do that without falling off the seat.

Talk about what not to do.

Which begs the question, What in the world did my husband do to land a wild child like me?

He didn't say a word. Mr. H. is a major introvert and barely spoke with anyone in our group of friends. He came to visit his brother in our college town right after I left for a two-month internship, so he had bonded with our group while I was away. One of us graduated shortly after I returned, and our small circle of friends met up in a fast food parking lot before heading to the ceremony.

I said, "I'm thirsty."

He passed me his Mountain Dew.

We spent the rest of the day together, talking all through her party and into the night.

In the morning, he kissed me when the sun came up. Sigh.

Every time I share that story I fall in love with him all over again. We're living the dream: happily ever after.

My debut erotic novella Rock His World is available August 10th. www.KristiHancock.com for pre-order links.