In case you haven't met Lexi Wood, she's the sock puppet who lives in my apartment and writes some really raunchy books by bashing her face against the keyboard of my Mac. She's... a bit of a pain, frankly. We've got a contentious relationship, here. (I don't like sharing my space)
Aaanyway, Lexi's got this new story on the market and I told her I'd give it a little plug, since I made the cover. (got that achingly gorgeous girl from Max Egon Stock Photos, btw. Mmm-Mmm-MILF!)
Jeeze, I really do a lot for this chick, don't I?
FRANKIE STEPS UP
by Lexi Wood
Frankie’s kind of a nerd. Okay, full
disclosure: he’s a HUGE nerd. Everyone in his graduating class teases him
relentlessly. That’s why he’s shocked when Leslie, leader of the mean girls,
steals his phone to put her number in it.
Little does he know the girls have orchestrated a cruel trick: they’ve
sent a nasty sext to Frankie’s stepmother, pretending to be him. How will
Frankie react when he gets home to find his sexy stepmom is up for anything?
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Excerpt:
“Get up here, young man.” She sounded serious. “I’d like to have a word with you.”
Oh god, had Leslie really told the principle that he’d
exposed his dick to half the graduating class? Fuck!
“A word?”
Frankie’s blood ran cold. “What
about?”
“Just get upstairs, Frankie. I’m not going to have an
entire conversation shouting from one floor to the next.”
His head buzzed.
He felt dizzy and… oh god, his knees were giving out beneath him. He could hardly walk, but he somehow managed
to pull himself up the stairs. “Where
are you?”
“In the bedroom. Where else would I be?”
Probably doing yoga.
The master suite was huge and she often worked out in the afternoon.
Sometimes the sight of her in those tight-fitting clothes… well, there was a
reason he didn’t bring his friends home to meet the family. He knew they’d be drooling all over her and
never let him live it down. Really, if
she wasn’t his stepmother, he might be tempted to think of her that way, too.
Her door was half-open, and Frankie took a deep breath
before charging confidently forth. “If
Mr. Rajnaratnam called, I don’t think it’s fair for him to be talking to you
without getting my side of the story first, because Leslie and the girls…”
Mummy Dearest wasn’t doing yoga. She wasn’t wearing tight-fitting pants. She wasn’t wearing a purple spandex tank
top. In fact, she wasn’t wearing any
pants. She wasn’t wearing any top.
Now Available from Amazon| http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HYI863E
Amazon UK| https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HYI863E
Amazon Canada| amazon.ca/dp/B00HYI863E
Amazon Australia| amazon.com.au/dp/B00HYI863E
Smashwords| https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/399728
Google Play| https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=wtefAgAAQBAJ
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