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Table of Contents
Synopsis
What Reviewers Say About MJ Williamz’s Work
By the Author
Acknowledgments
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
About the Author
Books Available from Bold Strokes Books
Hookin’ Up
Leah Davis has just been dumped by her partner of five years. The reason? Leah is no good in bed. She decides to learn to be a better lover by meeting women on a lesbian hookup site. Dillon Franklin is Leah’s best friend and co-owner of their bar. She is also secretly in love with Leah. She is adamantly against Leah’s idea to hook up with numerous women in an attempt to learn to be a better lover. She knows she could teach her but is afraid of ruining their friendship. Eventually, Dillon gives up on Leah and starts dating Stephanie. This causes Leah to grow insanely jealous, but she can’t understand why. Will Leah stop her string of meaningless encounters to pursue Dillon? Or will they grow apart and never find true love?
What Reviewers Say About MJ Williamz’s Work
Shots Fired
“MJ Williamz, in her first romantic thriller has done an impressive job of building up the tension and suspense. Williamz has a firm grasp of keeping the reader guessing and quickly turning the pages to get to the bottom of the mystery. Shots Fired clearly shows the author’s ability to spin an engaging tale and is sure to be just the beginning of great things to follow as the author matures.”—Lambda Literary
“Williamz tells her story in the voices of Kyla, Echo, and Detective Pat Silverton. She does a great job with the twists and turns of the story, along with the secondary plot. The police procedure is first rate, as are the scenes between Kyla and Echo, as they try to keep their relationship alive through the stress and mistrust.”—Just About Write
Forbidden Passions
“Forbidden Passions is 192 pages of bodice ripping antebellum erotica not so gently wrapped in the moistest, muskiest pantalets of lesbian horn dog high jinks ever written. While the book is joyfully and unabashedly smut, the love story is well written and the characters are multi-dimensional. …Forbidden Passions is the very model of modern major erotica, but hidden within the sweet swells and trembling clefts of that erotica is a beautiful May-September romance between two wonderful and memorable characters.”—The Rainbow Reader
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By the Author
Shots Fired
Forbidden Passions
Initiation by Desire
Speakeasy
Escapades
Sheltered Love
Summer Passion
Heartscapes
Love on Liberty
Love Down Under
Complications
Lessons In Desire
Hookin’ Up
Acknowledgments
First of all, a huge thank you to my wife, Laydin, who keeps me focused and offers her constant love and support. Next, thank you to Sarah, Inger, and Karen, for reading this book for me before I submitted it. As always, your input is invaluable to me.
I want to thank Sandy, Cindy, Rad, and all the family at Bold Strokes Books for believing in me and giving me a place for my books to call home. A special thank you to Sandy for an excellent idea for a book!
Last, but certainly not least, thank you to you, the readers, without whom none of this would be possible.
Dedication
For Laydin—For her undying love and support
Chapter One
“So, I’ve come up with an excellent idea to help me with my problem.” Leah Davis hung her purse over the back of her office chair. Dillon Franklin, her business partner and best friend, looked up from the laptop she’d been working on.
“And just what problem might that be?” she said.
“You know. When Sueann dumped me, she said I was no good in bed.”
Dillon groaned internally. She remembered the day Leah had come in to tell her her partner of five years had broken up with her. Dillon wished she could offer her services to Leah. She’d been in love with her since they’d first met six years ago. But she couldn’t say anything for fear she’d lose her friendship with Leah, and that would be too painful for her to take. Besides, they owned The Rainbow Kitty, the only lesbian bar in town, together. Imagine what would happen if Leah freaked out on Dillon and the mess they’d be in. So Dillon kept her feelings to herself. She played it cool.
“And just what is your excellent idea?”
“Well, you know how I was a virgin when Sueann and I got together?”
Dillon nodded.
“And I thought she would teach me all I needed to know about pleasing her?”
The subject was making Dillon decidedly uncomfortable, but she nodded again.
“So I’ve decided to get some experience. You know, learn how to be a better lover. Then maybe Sueann will take me back.”
“Kiddo,” Dillon said. “Do you really want her back? She hurt you pretty badly. Or don’t you remember that part?”
“Oh, no. I do. But I think if I could please her in bed, she’d want me again.”
Dillon shook her head. She was sure there was more to the breakup than just bad sex. There had to be, right? One didn’t just dump someone because they weren’t good in bed, did they? One might use that as an excuse, but there had to be more. Because someone could take the time to teach someone else how to be a decent lover if one really wanted.
“I still can’t believe you’d take her back. I’d tell that selfish bitch exactly where to go if I ever saw her again.”
“Oh, Dillon. I love how protective you are of me. But it’s all good. And wait until you hear what my idea is.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Have you ever heard of the app Girl World?”
“No. What is it?”
“It’s an app where you post a picture and a profile and then you meet women.”
Dillon was immediately filled with dread. What if Leah met some nut job on this app? Was it a safe app? She felt out of control, unable to protect Leah. She didn’t like the feeling, not one little bit.
“And I’m guessing you set up a profile?”
“I did.” Leah beamed.
“What exactly does your profile say?”
“The truth. That I’m inexperienced in bed and want to learn to please a woman.”
“You can’t put that on your profile!”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“You’re going to attract all kinds of weirdos. Can’t you just ask people to meet you for a cup of coffee and see what happens? See if there’s chemistry? You know. Do something a little less radical?”
“Because I know how to drink coffee. I don’t know how to be good at sex. That’s what I need. That’s what I’m looking for. Women to teach me.”
“I think you’re asking for trouble,” Dillon said.
“And I think you’re going to be surprised.”
Dillon once again fought the urge to offer to teach Leah. Nothing would please her more than taking Leah to bed and teaching her all the ins and outs of loving a woman. She’d be patient and kind because she loved Leah. She’d loved her since the moment she’d first laid eyes on her. She loved the way her blond hair framed her face and made her look like an angel. She loved her blue eyes and wonderful smile that lit up a room. And she loved the dimples that bordered that smile. She loved everything about her. She let out a heavy sigh.
“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind?”
“Not a thing,” Leah said. “But don’t worry. You’ll get to check out every woman I meet.”
“How’s that?”
“I’m meeting them all here. You know, so you can check them out and make sure they don’t seem creepy or anything.”
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“So, have you heard back from any women?”
“Sure. Lots. I’m meeting Denise, my first date, tomorrow night here.”
“I’m not usually here on Saturdays.”
“But I figured you’d make an exception for me.”
“You know I will. So, what does this Denise look like?”
Leah grabbed her phone from her purse and opened the app. She flipped to Denise’s profile and showed it to Dillon. Dillon stared hard at the picture, trying to hate the woman, but couldn’t. She looked like just any other woman on the planet. She had salt-and-pepper hair and kind looking brown eyes.
“She looks kind of old,” she said.
“Yep. I figure that way she’s experienced and will have lots to teach me.”
“Leah, you may end up getting really hurt doing this.”
“Oh, come on. Lighten up. It’s something I need to do. I thought you’d support me.”
Dillon sighed again.
“I’ll try.”
The next evening, Leah showered slowly in preparation for her big night. She washed every inch carefully, knowing she would be intimate with Denise in just a few hours. She dried off and put on a blue satin bra before she slipped a cornflower blue sundress over her head. She opened her underwear drawer and searched for something suitable. She decided to be daring and go without. She knew, after all, she was going to get laid. Or rather, she would be doing the laying. At any rate, she didn’t need to waste her time with underwear. It would only be coming off.
She smoothed out her dress and checked herself out in the mirror. She thought she looked good. Good enough to sleep with anyway. She didn’t feel like she was going to scare anybody off, at any rate. She laughed at the thought, but the laughter was nervous. She was terrified. She would be hooking up with a total stranger. Would they come back to her place? Or go to Denise’s? She supposed that should be up to her. She decided she’d bring Denise back to her place. She’d feel safer that way.
Finally, she’d wasted enough time and it was time to go to The Kitty. She arrived and saw Dillon sitting at the bar. She quickly cut through the crowd to get to her.
“Are you really going through with this?” Dillon said.
“I am. Have you seen her?”
“Yeah. I think so. She’s over in that corner.”
She inclined her head to the right, but didn’t turn around.
Leah turned and leaned on the bar so she could survey the room. She saw a woman who looked like Denise’s photo coming toward her.
“Leah?” The woman’s voice was sultry, and Leah felt a warmth flow over her.
“Yes. Denise?”
Denise smiled. It was warm and reassuring, and Leah felt certain she was going to be okay. She was doing the right thing. And Denise would be the perfect first attempt for her.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Denise said.
“Sure. I’ll have a dirty martini. Oh. And, Denise? This is my friend Dillon.”
“How do you do?” Dillon said as she gave Denise the once-over.
“Protective much?” Denise said.
“Very.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry. Leah’s in good hands.”
“Okay, you two,” Leah said. “Settle down. Let’s all have a drink and then Denise and I can take off.”
“No wasting any time, huh?” Denise said.
“Why bother?”
“Good point.”
“Actually, I just finished my beer, so I’m going to take off now. You two have fun.” Dillon looked pointedly at Leah. “Just be careful.”
Denise took the bar stool Dillon had vacated.
“So, tell me about yourself. I mean, I know what it says on your profile, which is why I’m here. But tell me something else.”
“Well, let’s see. I’m the co-owner of this bar. Dillon is my business partner. That takes up most of my time. What about you? What do you do?”
“I am a mechanic.”
“So you’re good with your hands?” Leah blushed even as she said it.
“Yes, I am. And you’re cute when you blush. But my skills are not in question. Yours are. And we’ll work on them until you get it right.” Leah blushed again and turned away. “No. Don’t turn away. I meant it. You’re cute when you blush.”
“Thanks. I guess.”
“You don’t take compliments very well, do you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did your ex ever compliment you?”
Leah thought long and hard before answering.
“I don’t know. I guess not. At least not often.”
“Then you have lots to learn,” Denise said. “More than just the obvious.”
“And you’ll help teach me?”
“You have me for one night. We’ll work on whatever we can in that time.”
They finished their drinks and butterflies appeared in Leah’s stomach. She was surprised at how nervous she suddenly was. Was she doing the right thing? She took a deep breath. Yes. This is what she needed.
“Shall we get out of here?” Denise said. Leah nodded. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine, please,” Leah said. “I think I’d be more comfortable there.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll follow you.”
Leah kept alternating her gaze between the road and Denise behind her. She was driving slowly, determined not to lose her. She wanted to be sure Denise would be with her when she got home.
She pulled into her driveway and Denise parked at the curb. Leah got out of her car and walked over to greet Denise.
“So, this is it,” she said.
“Looks nice. You must do well at the bar.”
“I do okay.”
“Good. Shall we go inside now?”
“Yeah. I suppose we should.”
Leah opened the door and let Denise in first. She closed the door behind her.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I think I’m okay. Unless you’re nervous?”
“I am. A little. But I think I’ll be okay.”
“Okay. So, let’s sit on the couch for a minute.”
Leah swallowed hard and led Denise to the living room. They sat next to each other and Denise draped an arm over Leah’s shoulder. She pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
“You know, sooner or later we’re going to have to go to bed. We only have one night, and apparently I have much to teach you.”
“We can go now,” Leah said.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
Leah was anything but ready. She nodded.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Good.” Denise stood and took Leah’s hand. She pulled her to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. The kiss sent shockwaves through Leah’s body. That certainly helped her get ready.
“That was nice,” she said.
“How are you at kissing? Is that a problem? Because that’s hard to teach.”
“I think I do okay with it.”
“Good.”
She kissed her again and ran her tongue along Leah’s lips. Leah parted them and welcomed Denise in. She allowed her tongue to wander into Denise’s mouth as well. Their tongues danced briefly before Denise pulled away.
“What?” Leah said.
“You kind of use too much tongue. Save some of that for later.” She winked.
Leah was embarrassed. She couldn’t even kiss. How was she supposed to be good at sex if she couldn’t even get the easy stuff down?
“How much is too much?”
“You want to trace your lover’s tongue, not stick yours down her throat. Hold off. Don’t put as much of your tongue in my mouth. Like I said, there’ll be plenty of time for you to use that tongue later. Now, let’s try again.”
Denise kissed Leah again. Leah opened her mouth and was conscious not to put too much of her tongue in Denise’s mouth. She just ran the tip of her tongue over Denise’s. But soon she was too excited and she slipped more in. She was still aware of how much she allowed in. Denise broke the kiss.
