The Sculptress

By Eva Hore

Julie's depressed because her lover Bethany is overseas and has told her to get on with her life. But how can she, when all she wants is Bethany back?

To take her mind off Bethany, her flatmate Cynthia drags her along to meet a sculptress named Margaret. The artist's raunchy nudes turn Julie on more than she would've thought. Then she's introduced to Amanda, Margaret's beautiful model, and her troubles are soon forgotten.

The attraction between Amanda and Julie is intense and immediate. Then Julie decides to try her hand at sketching, and Amanda agrees to model for her. But when Margaret leaves the two of them alone, they do more than sketching. It doesn't take Amanda long to draw Julie in and forget about her broken heart.

What will happen when Margaret returns to find the two of them entwined together in a passionate pose of their own? Or when Cynthia returns with a little surprise of her own?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Oct 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634862363

Eva Hore

Erotica writer Eva Hore has been published worldwide. Her work is seen in magazines such as Hustler, Forum, Desire, Penthouse, Newcummers, Leg Sex, XL Magazine, Naughty Neighbors, Scared Naked Magazine, For Women, Adult Spy FRM, Playgirl, In the Buff, Hot Spot, Grass Roots, Erotic T, Three Pillows, and Swank Magazine.She has been published in anthologies with Accent Press as well as in the collections Delicate Friction, Best Lesbian Fiction 2005, Skin Deep 2, Mammoth Book of Erotic Fantasies, The Collective, Best Women’s Erotica 2006,The Perfect Valentine, After Midnight, The Sexiest Soles, The Ultimate Art of Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2007, Misbehavior, Gay Quickies, and Just Watch Me: Erotic Stories for Women.

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The Sculptress

By Eva Hore

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2016 Eva Hore

ISBN: 9781634862363

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Published in the United States of America.

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The Sculptress

By Eva Hore

Just come and meet her, my flatmate begged.

I can’t be bothered, I said listlessly.

I loved Cynthia, but she could be so annoying. She knew the last thing I wanted to do was go out and meet other people. I still missed Bethany, still hoped things would change, that she would come back and we’d be a couple again.

You can’t be bothered. You’ve got to accept the situation you’re in and move on. You’re being ridiculous, she said.

No, I’m not. I sighed, wishing desperately that she’d shut up. I just don’t feel like socializing, that’s all.

You can’t just sit around the house all the time. You’ve got to start going out again, she said.

Look, Cynthia, I don’t need new friends, I snapped when I really wanted to say shut the fuck up.

She’s an artist, like you. You’ll love her, she persisted.

I know nothing about sculpting. I moaned.

Neither do I. And I know nothing about writing, but I’m your friend, aren’t I? She had a point, and I was weakening.

Ten minutes, I promised myself. We’d get there, and I’d pretend to have a headache. Ten minutes, and I’d be out of there.

Okay, okay, just shut up about it. I’ll go, I said.

Good. I’ll call her, Cynthia said, rushing out of my bedroom.

My lover, Bethany, had to go overseas for a year. I was devastated when she told me. Thought all my days of being single were over when we met, but now she was living half way across the world and said I should move on. I wanted to but couldn’t be bothered with the dating scene.

It had been six months. Six months of thinking about her and all we’d had together. When she’d first accepted the position, she thought I’d be happy to go along, to be with her, but I had commitments here. She begged me, but I had to say no. There was no other compromise, and now I was still longing for her and what we had.

She said to come over now, Cynthia said, bursting back into the room. She’s sculpting but enjoys talking at the same time. Come on. Let’s get moving.

I went, reluctantly, listening to Cynthia babbling about Margaret the whole trip. I was surprised when we pulled up at an old warehouse. Cynthia said Margaret had brought the whole building. Had renovated it into a studio and an apartment. I was intrigued now and eager to see the inside.

Renovating was a passion of mine. Didn’t matter what