A Slave to Desire

By RoxAnne Fox

Lynette seemed like a normal mother with a home full of chocolate chip cookies and kids who laughed a lot and had good times; even if their dad was gone and their mother was raising them on her own. What Lynette’s kids, ex-husband, neighbors, friends and family didn't know though, was that her dream job in the city, which allowed her to live comfortably in a rural suburb, was not in an office filing papers. Lynette had a different job all together, one which was a dream to her but only because it let her fulfill a hunger in her that came about after her divorce. Lynette hungered for sex and that desire brought her to work at a place where she could get her fill, but when a new client entered her domain she discovered a truth about herself she had never looked at before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RoxAnne Fox
• Release date: Oct 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311082855

RoxAnne Fox

I am a mother, author, and dreamer. My mind is forever creating new worlds and characters and some day I wish to write full time so that I can share them all with you. Washington is my home state and love the fact that I will always be near my family and friends living in a beautiful place. I have traveled all over the country, even to Hawaii, and still feel more awed and inspired by Washington than anywhere else.​The inspiration I feel in my home state is translated into the stories I put out for you all to read. This inspiration can come from anything, be it the solitude of the forest or just watching the snow fall in my back yard. The first thing that really inspired me to write full stories—I had written mostly poetry previous to 2008—was seeing scat while hiking alone. My mind began to wander to wolves in the Cascades—which have since been found—on to those wolves being werewolves.That work, now called the Annan Werewolf Series, was mulled over for a long time and has gone through many transformations before returning to its roots. You can read her story by downloading the first free installment titled, Coming Home here at Smaswords and learn more about that series, and all of my books, by going to my website at: www.roxannefox.netWhen you read any of my stories please remember: I write for adults and I have no editor. With that said, please be kind. If you see mistakes in my stories, send me a message about them ([e-mail]) and don't be surprised when clothes hit the floor and the lights are turned down low... if you know what I mean. Even though you may find some errors while reading, beyond those small mistakes lie worlds full of unique, emotionally driven characters who keep you wanting more.

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A Slave to Desire

By Roxanne Fox

Published by Roxanne Fox at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Roxanne Fox

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Warning: this story contains adult content. All persons depicted are over the age of 18.

Cover photo © Sergey Kolesnikov/123RF

Chapter 1

Matthew, I found your backpack! My voice carried up the stairs to my youngest son who was running behind, as usual.

Thanks mom. He beamed at me as he came bounding down from his room, his silver eyes sparkling in his tanned face topped with his father’s ash brown hair; I never held it against him that he looked exactly like the bastard.

You know, I leaned over to zip up his coat, if you put it where you were supposed to you wouldn’t need me to find it.

His smile was quick to come, I adored all three of my children and they knew it. I know. Is my lunch in there? He slung the bag over his shoulder.

Yep, strawberry BP&J no crust, just the way you like. I planted a small kiss on his cheek as he thanked me for the sandwich.

Standing to watch him catch the bus, pulling in front of our modest home to wait for him, he ran out across the yard and passed our apple trees to board the yellow monster. Waving to Ms. Sanders as she let him get on I smiled, happy the last of my offspring were out of the house and at school. It was time for my real day to begin.

The front door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the bus’ diesel engine as it drove away. Stepping away from it, I began untying the straps of my pink and white checked apron as I walked through the quiet home to my room. Aprons were a common sight on me whenever I was at home; the pink one I had put on that morning for my regular dish routine. It’s not like I was some stepford wife—you actually have to be wife to be that—but I did enjoy wearing an apron when I cleaned and cooked. They kept my clothes from getting messy and helped to perpetrate an image I upheld in my close community; one of a happy single mother that enjoyed BBQ’s, hosting sleepovers for her teen daughter and son—separately of course—and play dates with the youngest. There was truth in the image, don’t get me wrong I loved all of those things, but there was another side of me that my neighbors—and family—didn’t know.

Once in my room I tossed the apron in the hamper and stripped out of my purple t-shirt and blue-jeans, as well as my cotton