Granted

By Maxwell Avoi

The company called “Wishes” claims to be able to grant John’s dearest wish (to find true love) if he’ll help grant two other wishes for other clients. Seems simple enough until he’s told that he’s going to have to help with a bank robbery...as the extremely female distraction.

“Granted” is TG erotica that is not meant for those under the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maxwell Avoi
• Release date: Mar 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476095844

Maxwell Avoi

Maxwell is an irregular contributor at Fictionmania, and has recently started down the road of independent ebook publishing. He has held several jobs in his life, including DJ, night security guard, front desk worker at a college dorm, and clerk at several gas stations. Only one of those jobs is at all related to writing erotica for Internet sales.Maxwell can be reached at [e-mail]

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Granted

By Maxwell Avoi

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 by Maxwell Avoi

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Maxwell Avoi writes a lot of sci-fi, fantasy, and occasional bits of realistic erotica. You can find more information about him at his blog: http://www.maxwellavoi.com/

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Maxwell can be contacted at [e-mail]

The company was simply called Wishes. John stood outside the storefront and stared up at the sign, then around at the cracked sidewalks and boarded buildings. It didn’t look like a place where you’d go to get your wishes granted; it looked like the opposite, in fact, a place where you’d end up to watch your wishes and dreams die a slow death. Still, a friend of his had raved about how they were able to give you just what you wanted, and so now here he was. He shrugged. Couldn’t hurt to go in, anyway.

He pushed forward, hoping that whatever sales pitch he was about to listen to would be over quickly so that he could get out of there and go home before nightfall. He didn’t want to be caught in this neighborhood after dark. It looked as though muggers would be the least of his problems.

He was surprised to find that the store looked like a blandly professional travel agency. There was a lot of beige. A plump, middle-aged woman who’d made a sad miscalculation with her hair dye sat behind the single desk. She looked up and gave him a friendly smile. Hello! Can I help you?

Hi, uh…Wayne Collins sent me here, he said that-

"Oh, how is Wayne?" she said, her smile widening. She sounded as if she had lost track of him somewhere, as if they had been friends but she hadn’t seen him in a while.

Uh. He’s good. He told me that I ought to come here and try out your, um…what is it that you really do here? Wayne said that you granted wishes, but he only told me that after a few drinks. What does that even mean?

She gestured