Sexy Just Walked Into Town: A Brit Babes Anthology

Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes.

These eight British authors have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.

Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.

With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between them, the Babes just know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by them.

Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!

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Red Rag to a Bull

“Hi,” I gasped between gulps of my water, “you’re new.”

“Yes,” he replied. “I am.”

“Enjoying it?” I asked.

“Not sure yet.” He gripped a sports bottle in his huge, tanned hand. I wanted those fingers to grip me. “I’ll tell you when I’m capable of thought again.”

“Fair enough,” I smiled. “It does get easier, I promise. I’ve been at it for three years now.”

“That’s why you look so confident up the front then.”

“No, that’s just because you’re viewing me from behind, you can’t see the funny faces I’m pulling.”

He chuckled. The velvet force of the sound rumbled in my chest, arousing my nipples and making me think of my post-Zumba session a little earlier than usual.

“I’m Dean, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and I grasped it, hoping my palm wasn’t too sweaty.

“Grace,” I replied. “Lovely to meet you too.”

His fingers enfolded mine, exerted pressure but didn’t crush me. I imagined it would be the same if we had sex, a bit rough but nothing I couldn’t handle and give back in equal measure. I let his hand go reluctantly as the instructor’s words pulled us back into positions for the next dance.

I was energised. I swung my hips powerfully, followed the steps with a precision that I didn’t normally achieve, all because I knew his eyes were on me. We didn’t get to speak again until the end because every woman in the class wanted to talk to him. That was clearly the bonus of being the only man in the room.

I changed my shoes and picked up my bag and slipped in beside him as he left the hall.

“So, will you be back next week, Dean?” I asked, much to the chagrin of the woman who I’d just slipped in next to, though she had a wedding ring on so she shouldn’t have been flirting in the first place.

“Oh, definitely,” he nodded. “Great work out, great company and I really would like to get some of the steps right eventually.”

I put my hand on his bicep, noting its pleasant bulge, nothing fancy, just strongly sprung male muscle. I wanted to test it to its limits but in a much more private setting.

“You’ll manage that next week,” I said confidently, even though my stomach was churning with lust and nerves. “See you then?”

“Sure,” he replied, “you couldn’t keep me away.”

I wouldn’t want to.

© Victoria Blisse

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