The Red Kick #1

By Edward T. Yeatts III

For years, citizens fed up with crime have donned masks to help their fellow man and call the police when the need arises. In Pilgrim City, one such seductive costumed hero has taken things further.

At night, she dances as Blaze or Ginger or Ruby at the city's strip clubs, scouting out and learning all she can from the seedy underbelly of her town. Later, she'll slip into her tight black outfit and her signature thigh-high red boots to patrol the streets as The Red Kick. She fights thugs, drug dealers and gangsters on the reg, but this time she has uncovered a sprawling plot that threatens to destroy half of her home and kill thousands.

"The Red Kick" is an action-packed, sex-filled novel written like a comic book. "Biff! Pow! Bang!" punctuates the adventures both on the street and in the bedroom (or in the strip clubs or wherever else the mood strikes).

Here, in Issue 1, The Red Kick uncovers a mysterious plot and must deal with her own repressed sexuality ...

So put on your mask, grab your junk, punch fools and enjoy THE RED KICK!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Edward T. Yeatts III
• Release date: Oct 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301146079

Edward T. Yeatts III

Edward T. Yeatts III (call him "Trey") is a resident of Richmond, VA. He has been married since 1999 and a father since 2002. A lifelong fan of science fiction, various franchises of interest include "Star Trek," Star Wars," "Battlestar Galactica," "Lord of the Rings," "Dune," "Firefly" and quite a few more.

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THE RED KICK #1:

A SEXCALATION BOOK

By Edward T. Yeatts III

Published by Edward T. Yeatts III at Smashwords. Copyright 2012 Edward T. Yeatts III.

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Other erotica by Edward T. Yeatts III:

Sexcalation

Scifi by Edward T. Yeatts III:

Lords of Kobol – Collection: Special Edition

Colonies of Kobol – Collection: Special Edition

Displaced

Diary of a Second Life

8 Days

The Art of Death

Sexcalation

The Red Kick

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Despite the name and the cover, this is not, in fact, a comic book. It is written in the style of and intended to evoke a comic book, but without drawings. Sorry.

It's also a naughty adult book. Turn back now if that's not what you thought you were getting.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1 – MEET BLAZE

2 – ENTER THE RED KICK

3 – RELAX, RORY

4 – FILLING THE BLANKS

5 – THE HONEYPOT

THE REST OF THE SERIES

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS & CONTACTS

OTHER BOOKS BY EDWARD T. YEATTS III

1 – MEET BLAZE

She spun around and picked out the targets.

The larger man was definitely Frankie Kay. The two men with him were just muscle.

She flipped her head and her red hair swept over her face and blocked her view.

The room was dark so she couldn't see what, exactly, the muscle was packing. They were observant, for certain. They kept looking over their shoulders at everyone who came in.

She lifted her leg and brought it up until her shin touched her forehead.

There was a crowd tonight. Frankie liked crowds. He felt safer.

She turned on her heel and leaned backward. Upside down, she scanned them again. Only Frankie was watching.

Blaze grabbed the pole and brought herself upright. She spun to the far side and wrapped her left leg around the metal bar. She leaned over and smiled at the fat guy pressed against the stage. It was Billy. He was nice and he always left twenties for her. Sometimes he could be a Captain Save-A-Ho, but not too often.

She dropped to the floor of the stage and slithered toward him. Her tits brushed across the illuminated acrylic and her nipples pulled thrown bills along with her. She raised her head and looked right into Billy's face. Blaze tilted her head and waved a little. His grin stretched even further.

She swept her legs forward toward Billy and leaned back onto her round ass. Her back arched and her breasts reflected the shifting colored lights. With a grandiose gesture, her right hand rose above her head, pressed against one tit and then slid toward her pussy. She stopped at her landing strip and slowly pushed her legs apart. Billy was staring into her crotch, of course. Blaze was looking at Frankie.

One of the muscle men left the table.

She looked at Billy, smiled again and then CLACK. She slammed the edges of her heels together. The sound broke through the heavy bass of her soundtrack and drew the attention of just about everyone in the club. Billy nodded and held up a twenty.

"OK,