Edited By Violet Blue
$15.95, Trade Paper
240 pages, 5.5” x 8”
Publishing Peach Blossom Day, March 3, 2015
Book blurb from Goodreads:
Women and desire are the focus of this lust-filled literary exploration. Violet Blue has her finger on the pulse of sex and culture today and is an in-demand sexpert sought after by the likes of Dan Savage, Forbes Magazine, Oprah Winfrey and everyone in between. There is no more in tune with what women want and, especially, what female readers want. Love, romance, and risk run rampant in this volume, expertly curated by Violet Blue, and she leaves no holds barred in stories that will steam up your reading glasses.
From first time encounters to break-up sex, couples rekindling their spark and long-time partners engaging in game-changing experimentation, Best Women's Erotica 2015 guarantees the best erotica for women of the year (if not the decade).
Tryst of Fate Excerpt/Teaser
I’d been on the road for three tedious days, driving between Bumfuck, Oklahoma and Hicksville, Texas, on a sales trip that made me vacillate between quitting my job as Southwestern sales rep for Sweet Dreams Lingerie, or killing my boss. The temperature had hovered above one hundred for the three days I’d been stuck in the rental car. Then the power grid had been knocked out after a series of freak tornados, so when my car started knocking I lost reception right in the middle of my distress call to the rental company.
Now I was broken down in some desolate stretch of nowhere, and the only thing between me and sleeping in my car was a motel so ratty it rated zero stars. But I was out of options so I coasted into the dusty, unpaved parking lot and turned off the ignition, relieved at least to have made it that far.
The place looked deserted, but there was a dented old red Ford flatbed parked in front of the motel office, so I figured someone must be on the job. I pulled open the door and stepped inside.
I felt a wicked sizzle in my blood when the guy in the office looked up at me. He was the kind of man my mother warned me about. Not necessarily mad, but definitely bad and dangerous to know. There were circles of sweat in the armpits of the black T- shirt that was stretched tight across his muscled chest. He wore a pair of threadbare jeans and his bare feet were up on the desk. He needed a shave—had needed one several days ago, in fact. And he hadn’t seen the inside of a barbershop in some time. Long, thick, tangled black hair framed hungry eyes and a sneer. If Heathcliff had been a Texas redneck he’d have looked like this guy.
“Listen, I’m broke down outside. I’ve tried calling the rental company but there’s no reception so I need a room for the night.”
He didn’t respond. Just chuckled in an evil fashion as he took a swig from the open bottle of tequila dangling from his hand. He swallowed slowly, looking me up and down the entire time. I squirmed under the blatant once-over that made me feel like he was a starving hound and I was fresh meat.
About the Author
Violet Blue is the best-selling author of numerous anthologies, including Amazon bestseller Lust: Erotic Fantasies for Women and Just Watch Me, which won a Gold Medal Book Award in 2006. She also writes about erotica, pornography, and sexual pleasure and health for magazines such as O: The Oprah Magazine, Newsweek, Cosmopolitan, Esquire, Glamour, Maxim, Marie Claire, Men’s Health, Penthouse, Redbook, and more. She lives in San Francisco. Find her online at tinynibbles.com and on Twitter @VioletBlue.
All thanks to Cleis Press for inviting me to join in the blog tour!