Transcendental Curves

By Georgia Stockholm

In Infinite Curves Book Four, Transcendental Curves, Asher can't get Dylan out of her head.

Dylan’s dark sexual past is an open book from which Asher finds herself turning away. Giving in to her most depraved fantasies isn’t an option for a girl with her ambitions.

She knows she should block Dylan’s number and throw away his key, but every night her dreams betray her. Haunting memories and vivid fantasies, violent and unwanted intrude on her day to day life and her anxiety attacks return with a vengeance.

Her new therapist and her best friend Gabriel insist she resolve her unfinished business with Dylan, but first she must meet with another woman from Dylan’s past, The Whipped Girl, and try to understand exactly what she wants—and what she doesn’t—out of the relationship.

Her reunion with Dylan is brutal, shattering, as Asher finds herself opening to new possibilities.

BBW BDSM Romance: 14,000 word Novelette

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gulliver Noir
• Release date: May 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310379246

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 4: INFINITE CURVES

Transcendental Curves

By Georgia Stockholm

Transcendental Curves

Copyright © 2014 by Georgia Stockholm

Published by Georgia Stockholm at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2014 by Georgia Stockholm.

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Author's Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

ME AND MRS. JONES

ALEXANDRA JONES WAS A THIRTYISH, DARK-haired woman with large, intense hazel eyes, a mane of curly black hair and an intelligent smile. She wore a simple, dark gray silk dress with black leggings. A locket-sized mottled turquoise stone set in silver dangled from a chain around her neck.

She was a psychiatrist, a sex therapist, and if this session went well, my new shrink.

She gathered my outstretched hand in both of hers, gave it a squeeze, and gestured towards the caramel colored leather couch opposite her arm chair. Her office building was on a street of turn of the century homes taken over by professional services; dentists, orthodontists, physicians. She shared the bottom story of the big white Victorian with a new-age body worker named Sierra whose placard said she specialized in both Rolfing and Reiki, her logo a curving spinal column with a flower emerging from its tip.

My friend Gabriel recommended Alexandra; she had a good reputation among his friends. She was a psychiatrist as well as a therapist, a combination I'd never encountered.

So Asher, she took a seat a comfortable looking armchair beside her desk. Why are you here?

I wore a business-like navy skirt and actual stockings and print blouse, clothes I'd bought to wear as an intern at the UN. I crossed my legs and said what I'd planned to say.

A year ago I was diagnosed with anxiety, clinical anxiety, panic disorder. I used to take Paxil, but after I'd been meditating for a few months I didn't need it anymore. I tapered off my meds and I was fine. But now it's back.

Alexandra nodded, leaning back in her chair. She picked a small tablet up from an end table beside her chair and tapped it to life.

I take notes on this. I'm not tweeting. I promise.

I laughed, a bit too loud, and folded my hands on my knee, unsure of what to do with them. I'd seen a psychiatrist exactly three times, reported my symptoms, without mentioning any of the issues behind them, and been prescribed medication.

Why do you think your anxiety returned?

My heart throbbed uncomfortably behind my breastbone. I forced myself to maintain eye contact.

I just ended a relationship, a brief one. But it was intense, and I had to end it, and now… I have dreams. About him. And I think about him a lot.

I see, Alexandra said. And what do you want to talk to me about? If you just need medication, I can write you a prescription, and make a referral for a doctor to monitor its use.

I nodded. I've never worked with a therapist who prescribed things. How does this work? I mean, why… I didn't know