I’m blessed with great readers. And to be quite frank, if it wasn’t for persistent readers – Melissa, Amy, Tonya & Valerie – poking and prodding me by email asking if there would be more at Club Splendor, Sweetest Splendor probably wouldn’t exist. At least not yet. A couple of the ladies even offered to come to Canada and do the typing while I dictated the story! How awkward would that be during love scenes!!?? LOL
I hadn’t considered writing more in that club, the thought of writing a story for Paige and Nolan did cross my mind, but two of the ladies mentioned then maître d, Xander and hostess, Bridget. It didn’t take too long for those characters to start poking and prodding me as well, wanting their story told immediately. It’s difficult to ignore the voices in my head! *g*
And I’ll return to Club Splendor at some point next year to write Paige and Nolan’s story – a prequel of how the couple met, their D/s lifestyle, and I think I’ll most enjoy working with Paige’s feistiness. Thankfully, neither character is nagging me to write the story just yet … *knock on wood*.
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Book 2: Club Splendor (sequel to Sweetest Salvation)
A Romance on the Go Short Story (30 pgs)
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys
Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.
With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long. She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies?
© Kacey Hammell, 2013
“I know following your dreams is important to you, Bridget. I’m happy for you.” Zander sidled closer, and massaged her stiff shoulders.
“Thank you. I know you are. It’s just—” she swallowed past the lump in her throat. “It is hard to think of leaving. I love this job. I’ll miss it.”
“You’ll miss me more though, right?” His light tone lifted her mood.
She laughed. “Of course. Who else will I get to boss around?”
He chuckled and pulled her in to his chest, aligning her against his stomach. Her breath hitched as his arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her tight. Her nipples tingled and her heart rate accelerated.
Being this close to him, his long body behind her, the dreams she had about a moment like this…. She wished she could turn in his arms, press her lips to his and see where it led. But their friendship meant a lot to her. The fun flirting and teasing had never gone to the next level, but no other man in her life affected her more.
And now they would no longer be working together…but she wasn’t sure how deep his feelings for her ran.
“Damn, you smell good. What is that you’re wearing?” Zander asked, his face buried in her neck.
“Umm, something berry I guess.” Her words sounded breathless even to her own ears. He never held her like this before. She shivered.
“You cold?” He ran his palms over her stomach, then his arms tightened around her.
She shook her head, speechless, about to melt into a puddle at his feet. Relaxing into his embrace, she aligned with his front. “Zander–”
“You know I’ve always wondered something about you,” he murmured.
“What’s that?” she questioned, mouth dry.
“If any of what happens around this place excites you,” he whispered against her neck.
She reclined her head on his shoulder, sighing. Could she confess her innermost thoughts to him?
The air in the room heightened at least twenty degrees. The fire in her belly spread along her limbs to her fingertips. “Why is that important to you?”
Clasping her hands in his, he rasped, “I’ve always had the desire to know what makes you tick. I’ve watched you a long time, secretly wanting to know more about you. Finding reasons to be close to you.”
Excitement slithered along her body, her heart nearly leaping from her chest.
“We’ve been friends a long time, Bridget, but you know what? I want more.” He ran his lips along her neck, warming her skin until they reached her ear. “Tell me what turns you on,” he whispered, then captured her earlobe in his teeth.
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