Bad Girls Always Equals Good Sex

By Francesca Jolie

In BAD GIRLS ALWAYS EQUALS GOOD SEX, erotica writer Francesca Jolie presents four stories of women who aren’t afraid to get kinky with it to please their men!

HIS FATHER KNOWS BEST- Veronica is devastated when her boyfriend dumps her because he’s just not ready to settle down...with her! But Veronica gets the best revenge when she finds out that her ex’s extremely handsome and muscular dad also has the hots for her!

ONE HUNDRED SHADES OF KINKY- What will a hundred dollars buy you these days? For one man it gives him he’s long secret fantasy to be completely dominated by a beautiful Asian dominatrix. But when the dominatrix wants to take HIS backdoor cherry with her special strap-on toy...will he give IT up?

KILT KINK- Ebony is a beautiful African-American journalist assigned to a new beat. When she’s assigned to cover the local Scottish Festival she assumes it’s just to cover another fluff piece...until she meets a handsome Scot named Mac who shows her the REAL prize he keeps under his kilt.

ISLAND GIRLS DO IT KINKIER- After Dan, a hunky red-blooded American male, gets frustrated with his frigid fiancé, Eileen, he meets a sexy exotic Pacific Islander girl who is more than happy to take care of his manly needs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chances Press, LLC
• Release date: Mar 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301901470

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BAD GIRLS ALWAYS EQUALS GOOD SEX

by

Francesca Jolie

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ISBN: 9781301901470

Copyright © 2013 by Blake Worthington

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His Father Knows Best

As I sit here at the vanity carefully touching up my lipstick, I'm starting to reflect back on how I made it to this point. I would have never in a million years believed you if you had told me this would be happening six months ago when I was at a very low point. As hard as I tried, I did not look like the confident, beautiful young woman basking in happiness that I was today. Wow...just when I thought the chips were down for me, I ended up on top. So to speak...

Are you ready, my dear? a kindly older woman named Gladys asked me after she poked her head into the dressing room.

Gladys had been put in charge of helping me get ready.

Never more ready, I said, standing up and running my hand one more time through some of my auburn curls getting them to lay just so.

Everyone's waiting. I'm so excited for you, Gladys said, bobbing her blue-tinted haired head.

Thank you, Gladys, I said, taking a deep breath before saying, Let's go!

But before we move on though, let me go back to one of the important events leading up to this event, a day I felt like my little heart had been stomped on.

"I'm just not sure this is what I want long-term for myself. That you’re who I want long-term. It’s not about you," Jason told me across one of the tables at what had been our favorite brunch spots, Cafe la Verge.

How can you say it's not about me? I demanded. You just told me that you weren't sure if I’m what you want.

Jason sat quietly for a few moments obviously trying to choose his words carefully. I took a good hard look at him. He had been what I thought was my fantasy man come to life. Six foot two inches tall, dark hair, icy blue eyes, a muscular defined body. He swept me off my feet when we first met. Jewelry, candy, and flowers. The whole works.