Sarah

By M.J. Ferguson

A young man goes home with a woman he meets in a bar and gives more than he bargains for.
4800+ words
Please note: Sarah is intended for mature audiences due to sexual content m/f and f/f.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.J. Ferguson
• Release date: Aug 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311304223

M.J. Ferguson

West Virginia native Miachelle J. Ferguson writes as M.J. Ferguson. M.J. developed a love of reading in the first grade and her voracious appetite for great stories and amazing characters has grown. M.J. discovered her love for writing in the sixth grade and honed her short story and poetry skills through college. M.J. writes about complicated people and relationships, intriguing stories and psychological thrillers. She still lives in West Virginia surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers, family and friends. M.J. is a member of a local writing group The Wicked Wordsmiths of the West. You can contact M.J. on Facebook under Miachelle Ferguson or her author page M.J Ferguson Author, Twitter @MJFerguson13 or email her at [e-mail].

Book preview

Sarah

Emily Elizabeth sipped her drink slowly as she looked around the crowded nightclub. The dance floor was full of gyrating bodies moving to the smooth Latin beat. Swaying her hips in time to the music, she let it wash over her. She loved dancing. She only needed to find a partner to dance with. It wouldn’t be hard to find a willing guy to dance with her especially not dressed in her favorite LBD and her spiked heels. Her hair fell in thick, careless midnight waves to the middle of her back. Her makeup was flawless accenting her silver eyes with their ring of black were a startling contrast to her dark hair. And when she smiled, it lit her whole face making her beauty even more pronounced. She knew she looked good and had no problem using it to her advantage.

She felt someone watching her and glanced around to see if she could find the source. Her eyes locked with a guy’s standing across the bar. He held her eyes boldly. Most men tended to look away or blush when she looked their way. He didn’t. As they continued to stare at each other, he smiled at her. He broke eye contact and ran his gaze all over her. Her breath caught. He was gorgeous. Beyond anything she’d seen in a long time. From where she was standing she surmised he was at least six two-five