A Dirty Thirty Sunday Snog – Flipping the Switch @RoseCaraway


A little bit from Rose Caraway‘s the Dirty Thirty, currently available in ebook format, soon to be out on audible for your listening pleasure!

The Sexy Librarian is at it again! This time it’s after hours.

Forget the card catalog just for tonight. Come to the back of the library, peruse The Sexy Librarian’s private stacks. Still smart and edgy, with just the right amount of moxie, these stories illustrate the limitless imagination of some of the best erotica authors today. Allow The Sexy Librarian to introduce you to some of her favorite and most trusted Erotica authors, who understand that sometimes you like it hot, intelligent, and occasionally, very, very… dirty!

Featuring: Kass Goldsworthy, Malin James, Jade A. Waters, Sinclair Sexsmith, Emerald, Salome Wilde, Landon Dixon, Roger Leatherwood, Angela Caperton, Michael M. Jones, Lynn Townsend, Tamsin Flowers, Chase Morgan, Jim Lyon, Elise Hepner, Amy Butcher, Sybil Rush, Evey Brett, Nobilis Reed, Martha Davis, Michael Lewis, Jean Roberta, Alegra Verde, Eva Hore, Victoria Blisse, T. Fox Dunham, Dee Maselle, Jillian Boyd, Annabeth Leong, Rachel Kramer Bussel and Rose Caraway.

My story in the anthology is called Flipping the Switch: Dancing for a sexy stranger brings out her inner exhibitionist and leads to a hot encounter on the night bus.  And here’s a sexy kiss for your enjoyment!



I waited, I knew something had to happen, you don’t dance lewdly for a stranger and not have anything to show for it after. He beckoned me over with a long finger. I pushed off from the steel, warm now from my attention, and walked over to him. He met me in front of his table, grabbed my hand and pulled me after him. His touch was firm, his flesh hot. Words bubbled in the back of my throat but wouldn’t bust forth, I followed him mutely through a door and into the cool night air.

I glanced at him, noticed his long eyelashes, the red flush to his cheek, the leather of his jacket. His hair was jet black with a slight ripple to it, I wanted to run my fingers through each lock to see if it would curl around my fingers. His gaze locked with mine and he smiled. Alarm bells should have clanged in my head, I was following some guy into an alleyway where he could do who knows what to me.  The warning never sounded, I felt safe with him. There was only lust.

He pressed me up against a rough brick wall. He kissed me. We’d not spoken a word but he captured me with his hands and his lips and his whole body imprinted on mine. I brought my hands around his waist and grabbed at his cold, slick coat, the leather scent aroused all my senses, as they reeled from the power of his lips on mine.

“I want to watch you come,” he whispered, his lips centimetres from my ear, “I want you to finger yourself while I watch.”

It was audacious, it was a crazy demand that I should have refused but the melting timbre of his voice, the scent of him, man, leather and citrus and the cool of the night helped me decide what to do. He stepped back to give me room. When he reached the other side of the alley, which was only a few strides away he crouched, his back against the wall. He was in the best place to see my show.

Check out the rest of my story and the other 29 that make up the dirty thirty at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk

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