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Handbag and Book with

Louisa Bacio

It wasn’t stable or sturdy, and definitely not practical. In fact, the sides crinkled and cracked with use. But it was my first – my first Kate Spade purse. Made of wicker with pink leather adornments, my love affair with Ms. Spade’s style started with a summer sizzle.

I’m not one of those purse collectors who change out the handbag with each outfit. My mother likes to buy me a special purse as gifts for my birthday and Christmas, and then I use it until it dies.

You have to start somewhere, right? For me, it was the lovely wicker number. Over time, it broke a bit too much and was retired. But I’ll always remember my first. 

"Avoid the burn, but savor the heat of the season! Kick back in the shade with your copy of Nine Hot Authors – Nine Sexy Tales of Summer Sizzle!

“Sugar’s Salvation” by Candi Fox

 “Dry Heat” by Louisa Bacio

 “A Summer Tryst” by Bobbi Romans

Windows and Doors By Monica Corwin

 “Primal Heat” by Audra Hart

 “GFE Interrupted” by Shakir Rashaan

 “Summer Fever in a Tent” by A.M. Halford

 “Mikhail's American Adventure” by Sheri Velarde

 “Kassie’s Seduction” by Izzy Szyn

 

Featuring an exotic array of genres to tempt even the pickiest of palates!  Come, join the erotic adventure of “A Summer of Seduction"

 “What about you? If I remember correctly, you didn’t like the heat much. Here with friends?” She was suddenly close and played with the hem of his shirt, her index finger slipping beneath the material and sliding across his bare, flat stomach. He sucked it in, but didn’t move away. Instead, he took a step even closer.

“No friends. No girlfriend. I’m here all by myself. It’s a work conference.”

“Shame.” She met his eyes, lingering on the visual connection. “Well, if you get lonely here’s my card with my number,” she paused. “I may be able to help you out.”

She pushed the card into his front pocket, brushing her fingertips against his bulge, and this time he jumped backward. The combination of her words and actions made him think “booty call,” but she couldn’t mean that, could she? She’d dumped him for keeping it superficial.

With a slight smile, Sofia sashayed away. Tongue-tied, he didn’t say anything. The clerk cleared his throat, and slid the room key across the counter. “If you don’t tap that, man, can I have her number?”

James couldn’t be absolutely sure, but he thought he might have growled at the guy.

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