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Bad Girls Have More Fun Anthology

Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 1-4199-0504-X04-X
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Rated e-rotic
Format: e-Book

Includes Sinderella by Jan Springer, and other stories by Arianna Hart, and Ann Vremont

 By day she's a dedicated gynecologist. By night Dr. Ella Cinder escapes reality by secretly performing

in her own erotic adult version of Sinderella.

When sexy colleague Dr. Roarke Stephenson shows up in the Sinderella audience on the same night her Prince Charming stands her up, Ella seizes the opportunity to make Roarke into her Prince Charming for one night of hot blazing sex…in front of an audience.

Dr. Roarke Stephenson is immediately captured by the lusciously curvy actress who hides behind a mask and is known only as Sinderella. For some insane reason she reminds him of his klutzy co-worker, Ella. But that’s not possible, Ella would never have the nerve to do the wickedly delicious things Sinderella does to him…or would she?

Reviews

 ...oh-so-enjoyable...4.5 Heat Level: Orgasmic ~ Mahaira JERR

...very sexy, extremely graphic...4...Heat Level: Orgasmic ~JERR

…love scenes are steamy...an intensely erotic story Sensuality rating: 10 ~ Lettetia, Erotic Romance Writers

...prince meets princess with an added touch of naughtiness...
Blue Ribbon Rating: 4 ~ Natasha, Romance Junkies

...I loved it!…hot…intensely erotic...Rating: 5!
~ Kerin, Euro Reviews
 

Read the Excerpt

Grabbing her feather duster with the dildo-shaped handle from the fireplace hearth, she began to dust the furniture and sang her sad tale to the audience of mostly men.

She was Sinderella. Lost in a world of servitude. Her father had married a nasty woman who had two awful daughters. He’d died and her stepfamily had made her their servant. Their slave, who cleaned the chimneys and dusted the house while she fantasized about being rescued from her dismal life.

The song always gripped her heart. It was a song of fantasies. Fantasies of who she wanted to be. Of pretending she was a beautiful princess and had fallen in love with a well-hung prince who would cherish her and make love to her everyday—it made her feel sorry because she knew in reality romance would never happen to her. She was thirty and had never been on a date. Why start now? Sinderella was her sex life and she enjoyed it immensely, even if it wasn’t normal behavior for a woman.

While she performed, dancing about with her feather duster, she scanned the excited faces of the numerous male members in her search for a Prince Charming. No one captured her interest tonight.

Frustration began to claw at her belly at the thought of giving in to Merck and allowing him to be her prince. Merck enjoyed tormenting her by dropping hints that if she wanted him to continue to throw private showings for Sinderella, she would have to sleep with him.

He was a millionaire heart surgeon and by far Sinderella’s greatest sponsor. She needed to consider his threat and either do as he asked or tell him to shove his request right up his ass.

She leaned heavily to the latter.

Denying Merck would put a dent into the pocketbook of the charities she anonymously donated her share of the Sinderella performances to, but she did have her principles.

Suddenly from the corner of her eye she noticed a door opening at the other end of the room.

A latecomer.

Her breath caught as she spied the silhouette standing in the open doorway. The play of light and shadow hit his face in just the right way illuminating his profile. Blunt cheekbones, straight nose and sharp angles that made her heart kick-start.

Roarke?



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