Boo'd Up

By Vera Roberts

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James dishes out love and relationship advice, while keeping her identity a closely guarded secret. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend being intimate, and blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box. It’s all good until...the subject of said blog post reads about it.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more adult toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vera Roberts
• Release date: Aug 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463472491

Vera Roberts

Vera is the bestselling author of the number one D'amato Brothers series, the Scott & Mariana serial, and the Breakaway series.She loves chocolate, has a Netflix addiction, and seeing the Maury show in person is currently on her bucket list. She's also a member of both the BeyHive and RihNavy.Vera currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, Maks, son Bear, and cat Sushi.

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Boo’d Up

By

Vera Roberts

Copyright

© 2012,2018 Vera Roberts, All Rights Reserved

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Other Titles by Vera Roberts

The Breakaway Series:

Breakaway

Game Misconduct

Face-Off

Power Play

Scoring Chance

The D’Amato Brothers Series:

The Nanny

To Love and Obey (BDSM)

Where I Wanna Be

All I’ve Ever Wanted

Love

Nothing Even Matters

One More chance

War

D’Amato

The Ellison Brothers Series:

Her Savior

Simply Complicated

Her Ocean

The Feeling Some Type of Way Series:

Feeling Some Type of Way

Bad and Bougie

Not about That Life

The D’Amato Brothers/S&M Crossover (BDSM):

Anticipation

Yes, Master

I Need You

The Jackson and Liane Series:

Daddy’s Angel

Fire We Make

When Love Calls

The Scott & Mariana Serial (BDSM):

S&M

S&M II

Discipline

S&M III, Vol. I

S&M III, Vol. II

S&M IV, Part 1

The Ex-Factor

Stronger Than Pride

Unravel Me

The State of Affairs Series:

State of affairs

Superpower

Standalone Novels:

I Knew You Were Trouble

Wait for Love

Soul Infinity Crew (under Maya Brooklyn)

Short stories:

Blow by Blow: Diary of a Call Girl #1

Blow by Blow: Diary of a Call Girl #2

Dear Diary

Gettin' It

H.E.R.

Hot Like Fire (Sweet and Clean Romance)

The Train Ride (Free on Smashwords.com)

The Erotic Intoxication, Vol. I: Bad Girls

The Painter

Til Tomorrow

What About Us?

To Contact Vera

Facebook Page:

www.facebook.com/ms.vera.roberts

Blog:

www.veraroberts.com

Tumblr:

eroticamistress.tumblr.com

Wattpad:

https://www.wattpad.com/user/veraroberts

Email:

[e-mail]

Blurb

The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.

Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity – and is determined to get to know more about her.

Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

Chapter One

In the middle of the night, all a lonely woman had was her thoughts. And if she’s lucky, maybe a good vibrator.

As Savannah James sipped on her chamomile tea and listened to the sounds of The Internet’s Come Together from her computer, she stared aimlessly at her computer. It was a cozy 50 degrees outside in Orange County, though some parts of the country would be grateful for such high temperatures.

Orange County, California. It was the home of Disneyland, illegal immigrants, and hardcore Republicans. It was the case of two Orange Counties, Savannah had learned: North Orange County was more liberal and progressive with several colleges in between the cities.

Southern Orange County was completely conservative and almost whitewashed. The type of people who listened to country music and complained about the brown people taking over yet had no problem with hiring those same brown people to cook, clean, and watch their children.

Savannah was fortunate enough to live on the cusp of the two counties in quiet Tustin, where most people pass on their way to work or go to school somewhere else.

She loved her adopted city and found the usual quirks that would make a girl’s life easier. She knew what lady to go to get her eyebrows waxed. She knew where to get the best Chinese food. She knew what place had the best sushi.

She knew how to be hidden and blend in a sea of people. That quiet anonymity was a factor for Savannah in starting her sex positive blog. She could park herself at the nearest Starbucks and no one would know she just explained how to do the grapefruit technique to a fifty-year-old woman. Instead, anyone saw her as a college student who was probably wasting time on Twitter and whatever new social media app. They weren’t half-wrong most of the time.

Hey Aura, I think you look like Zoe Saldana.

I think you’re petite with big tits and a big ass? Am I close?

Aura, when are you going to post a picture of you?

Savannah giggled as she typed in the response on her Tumblr. Um, that would probably be never.

She had fooled many people in her life. No one quite knew her identity other than she was Black and that was about everything anyone needed to know. She had received plenty of guesses, though. Someone described her as having long, ebony hair, thin but buxom like Dorothy Dandridge or today’s Beyoncé.

Another guess had her being an older woman with years of sexual experience and knowledge. Well, Savannah did have years of sexual experience and knowledge but probably too much at her young age of 24. Her number of sexual partners had long surpassed two hands.

Savannah smiled as she read some of the replies. She looked nothing like the guesses. Not even remotely close. If someone guessed she looked like a black hipster nerd with coily brown hair and wore leopard print frames, they would be on the money. Her hair was not curly but a cross between 4C and oh-what-the-hell-I-guess-I’ll-be-wearing-a-wig-today.

She was full-figured – in her mind that was the politically correct term of telling a woman she's fat – at a size 14. She kept to herself and prided on making sure people didn't quite know exactly what was going on with her. Her family knew she was a college student and that was good enough.

The less people knew, the less bullshit and drama she had to deal with.

Her life was a façade, Savannah smiled as she researched vibrators and dildos. Online was her home away from home. She was a freelance writer who often did projects for separate websites and magazines. She used her real name when she wanted recognition and payment. When she wanted anonymity, she hid behind a carefully crafted pen name

Aura Sky.

Savannah came up with the name after one night of too much vodka and too much porn. She decided sky was the limit of where she wanted to go with her career. Aura because she had an aura about her that many described as being carefree and quirky.

She made some nice change as herself but her bread and butter was Aura. Aura gave sex advice, maintained a blog, and was a proud reviewer of over 100 sex toys and counting. Aura had many friends and fans. Aura was a goddess. Aura made Savannah a lot of money every month.

Aura was the person Savannah wished she could be in real life. Oh, to be so carefree and bitchy.

Oh yes…oh…that's it, Blake…

Savannah glanced up at the wall and blinked at the noise. The telltale knocking of a headboard on the other side of the wall broke Savannah's concentration shortly. She completely forgot her roommate's brother was staying over, though it was very clear he was not going to sleep. Neither was Savannah for that matter.

"Just to let you know, I love my brother dearly but Blake is a ho."

Savannah remembered how Courtney politely told Savannah the deal with one Blake Hutchinson.

He moved recently from the devil’s asshole of Las Vegas and was crashing with Courtney and Savannah for a few weeks before he found a place. While Courtney was spending her summer visiting her German boo thang and traveling the world, Blake took over Courtney’s place and made good use of her Ikea bed frame, much to Savannah’s dismay.

Savannah didn’t know how many women Blake had brought home but she was sure, Hugh Hefner was somewhere smiling and applauding.

She put her headphones on and blasted her iPhone as she continued to research. She had to review a new sex toy and she was starting to get drained from them. They all promised the same thing. They all guaranteed exquisite pleasure.

All of them, despite how shiny and new, were not real dicks. No matter how good and life-like a dildo claimed to be, it was nothing compared to the real thing. It didn’t compare to a man coming from behind, grabbing her throat, and asking Savannah if she was going to take that dick.

It didn’t compare envisioning a man coming up from her thighs with her essence on him, and licking his lips. It didn’t compare to a man pushing her legs behind her ears, feeling his balls pound against her sex, while he grunted in her face.

It was nothing like a man talking that shit in her ear, telling her to take all of his dick, kissing her hard, and moaning inside her mouth as he filled her completely with his love.

The real thing, Savannah reminisced, boy, do I need to get laid. It’s been about…wait a minute…

Had it really been that long? Savannah looked up from the computer screen and counted on her fingers. Wait, is that even possible?

The timeframe was even a shock to her. She thought back to the last time she had sex and was saddened to realize it wasn’t even a good lay. Yep, it's been that long. Eight months. Not even a glorious eight. She became more depressed when she realized the last time she’s had good sex was even longer.

It wasn't lack of choices or opportunities; Savannah lost interest in trying to get some. If she wanted to, she could join one of those booty-call advertisements she had seen on late-night TV and have a revolving door of men at the rented townhouse her and Courtney shared.

Instead, she chose another approach: the safest (and sometimes best if she were toot her own horn) was with herself.

The headboard knocking grew increasing faster and completely stopped. Savannah looked at the time on her iPhone. Not even 10 minutes. She wasn’t sure to feel sorry for Blake’s flavor of the night or laugh. She then thought about the length of time it took her to get off and Savannah stifled her chuckle. Maybe Blake knew what he was doing and didn’t want to postpone