Curve City

By Georgia Stockholm

The Infinite Curves series comes to a thrilling conclusion as Dylan and Asher take a trip to a BDSM club in New York City. Having slain her dragons at home and settled matters with her sisters, Asher is tantalized by Dylan as he denies her complete fulfillment leading up to her debut in Neverland, a secret club inside a club reserved for the BDSM elite.

Of course everyone she’d hoped and feared might be there puts in an appearance. All the usual suspects as well as a mysterious Dark Angel, a stunning dominatrix with a bullwhip who may hold the key to Dylan’s future.

Asher, masked and magnificently attired in her Goth-Queen-Slut gown, can only remain anonymous for so long, before she is compelled to put everything on the line, risk life, and limb and self-respect to finally decide the matter once and for all.

Will Asher find her happily ever after? Or be publicly punished and mercilessly abused?
Or could it be... both?

BBW BDSM Romance Novelette: 18,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gulliver Noir
• Release date: Nov 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311682222

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 6: INFINITE CURVES

Curve City

By Georgia Stockholm

Curve City

Copyright © 2014 by Georgia Stockholm

Published by Georgia Stockholm at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2014 by Georgia Stockholm.

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UNSPOKEN THINGS

I’D MET DYLAN’S FAMILY. NOW HE’D meet mine.

I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly as I peered through the tiny triangular back seat window of Dylan’s Alpha Romeo. Dylan was driving and Gabriel was bigger and taller than I was, so I’d volunteered to sit in the back.

Mistake.

We sped through the darkening landscape of my childhood, past the romanesque facade of the WPA-era library I’d walked to all through middle school, past the aging Carvel’s ice cream shop my family had frequented as a reward for each quarter’s straight A's. Sabrina and I earned those visits. Jade, my little sister, went along for the ride, and of course, always whined ice cream out of my parents, regardless of her academic accomplishments, or lack thereof.

I’d met Dylan’s parents, including his younger brother Mark, seeing him for the first time since his post-graduation brain injury. The results of this first meeting seemed mixed, but then, what did I know?

At twenty-six, I’d never met a boyfriend’s family before.

For all I knew the whole thing had gone peachy. Dylan’s dad and brother liked me, and his mom seemed like she might get used to me. After starting me out with a humiliating, tiny plate of food, she’d slipped me some mashed potatoes, which I guessed was a start.

Gabriel sneezed loudly in the front seat. Dylan snapped off the radio, which had been playing a public radio fund drive. We all listened to the engine's pitch rise and fall with the shifting of gears.

I tried to stretch out diagonally in the cramped back-seat, squeaking against the leather interior. That didn't work, my weight ended up all on one hip so I refolded myself behind the passenger seat and sighed.

It would be Dylan’s first official visit to the house I’d grown up in, the house I’d retreated to when things went bad in Manhattan. The house I’d moved out of for the second time just a few weeks ago.

True, Dad had spotted a pair of Dylan’s underwear in my bedroom after hearing some suspicious thumping about, but Dylan had vanished (at my request) through my sliding glass door without being caught. Dad surely assumed that Dylan was the Calvin Klein’s wearer. He knew me well enough to know I dated one guy at a time.

If that. Unlike a little sister of mine I could mention.

Mom's Caddy had refused to start this afternoon, choosing to make a loud ticking sound when I turned the key in the ignition. Battery? Alternator? Who knew. My triple-A membership had lapsed while I was living in Manhattan so I'd asked Dylan to drive us all to dinner with my family.

The low-slung sports car hit a pothole and I bumped my head into the ceiling, biting my tongue and cursing my own nobility.

Christ. What was I going to say to Sabrina? My older sister knew Dylan. She'd thrown herself at him. This was going to be awkward.

I trusted Dylan. The problem was he didn’t trust himself.

The way he had explained it, Sabrina and his ex-girlfriend Helen insisted he share a single evening of carnal bliss with Sabrina on the sofa of Hunter's rec room, back in the band days. Dylan had no memory of event as described by Sabrina and Helen; at any rate it hadn't turned into the polyamorous foursome hoped for by Helen.

I didn't believe that alcohol alone could explain the discrepancies.

I needed to get to the bottom of this; there was some important fact missing, something I wasn’t getting. I didn't think Dylan understood it either. I'd outlined the situation to Gabriel on the phone while Dylan was in the shower, but hadn’t told Dylan I’d told him… He had to know I’d tell my best friend everything, though. Right?

Right?

So we drove in silence.

Finally, Gabriel cleared his throat. So Dylan. Artist, rock star… entrepreneur?

I’m starting a company, I’m sure Asher talked about it. GoodWorks. Sustainable energy in the developing world. The sector is called for-profit philanthropy—

"—Profitable philanthropy?" Gabriel’s tone was mocking. Isn’t that an oxymoron?

I frowned, though nobody noticed. Why was Gabriel being difficult?