Dangerously Curved

By Georgia Stockholm

Asher is in deep. Dylan has satisfied her in ways no man has, touching her in places and in ways undreamed of. Falling into Dylan’s orbit she visits his design studio and clubhouse, uncovering tantalizing details of his complex romantic relationships. Confused and troubled but still entranced, she requests, and receives the spanking she has secretly longed for, and it leaves her sore, weak in the knees, and aching for more. In the endorphin hazed aftermath of this shattering experience Asher makes a mistake that could cost her more than a spanking. How can she know what she means to Dylan in a world so new, in this lifestyle she’d never dreamed she’d find herself in? Asher has no choice but to follow her heart, knowing full well how dangerous and twisted that path may prove to be.

Erotic Romance Novellete: 12,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gulliver Noir
• Release date: Jan 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310473517

Georgia Stockholm

I was a tomboy until I was 12.I hated pink, anything girly. I refused to wear skirts and dresses, and I played exclusively with boys. The day I talked my mother into letting me get a crew cut was the happiest day of my young life. At puberty, though, something shifted inside. I still liked boys, but I knew I wasn’t one.As I grew, I fell in love with fashion, costume, things pretty, and things dangerous. I’m still more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt than heels and makeup, but there is a time and a place for everything.I’ve always loved to read. I devoured literary classics during the day, while at night, I curled up in my bed under the covers with a flash light devouring every genre imaginable, ending up bleary eyed and unable to focus in class. I was a crummy student.Writing has been my lifelong dream, and great good fortune has afforded me the opportunity to devote myself to it full time, at least for awhile. I really hope you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy writing it.

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BOOK 2: INFINITE CURVES

Dangerously Curved

By Georgia Stockholm

Dangerously Curved

Copyright © 2013 by Georgia Georgia Stockholm

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Space Girl

I WAS GIVING DYLAN SPACE. I wasn’t being a coward.

Oh, he’d called me back, like he said he would—after leaving abruptly after we'd had ‘All the Sex.’ You can’t call sex on the first date making love with a straight face. Not with me covered in beer; not with his hand on my throat and his ruthless slapping of my clit while he took me from behind.

I’d loved every second of it, and had told him so, but still, that wasn’t love, that was lust. I’m used to lust. I know I appeal to some guys, but I’m seldom introduced to a man’s friends and have never even met a man’s parents. Yet, there’s never been a shortage of casual interest in my fulsome form. What was the line? Why are fat girls like mopeds? They're both fun to ride until a friend sees you.

God I hate that joke. I hate that it exists, I hate the guys that laugh at it, and most of all, I hate the fact that it’s true. In my experience.

I relived my time with Dylan, every night that week. When I'd sat impaled in his lap, my legs wrapped tightly around him and he'd ordered me to maintain eye-contact, and we'd both come… Well—that felt like something real, to me. Then the texts; Helen, the dreaded ex, had slashed her wrists and been taken in for observation.

Dylan had called late that afternoon to say that she would be fine, that she’d been evaluated and that she was going to be released in a few days, most likely, and that he’d get back to me. He texted me the day after that to say he was busy on a big design project due at the end of the week, but would see me on the weekend.

The devolution, from phone call to text, was what we in the casual big girlfriend business refer to as a ‘Very Bad Thing.’ I’d compounded the problem by saying my weekend was wide open and to feel free to stop by anytime. Yes. I said stop by. You know, like I was a convenience store at a gas station. Get your oil checked. Buy a Slim Jim. Slap my ass. Cum on my face.

Somehow I made it to Friday without losing my mind. I’d finished with classes, taken