Pretty Please Me

By SHE

When her agent suggests that she add more sizzling heat to her novels, romance author Chloe Britton returns to Wisconsin for a week of self-exploration, Luke Murphy offers to teach her anything she wants to learn. Eager to experience every one of her sexual fantasies, Chloe agrees to become Luke's pupil. Only she's in for far more than she bargained for when Luke goes above and beyond the call of duty. And now that he's made the first move, the gorgeous hunk plans to take her on the most sensual ride of her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Writer S.H.E
• Release date: Jan 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781941342381

SHE

S.H.E is a girl with a delightfully wicked imagination, and a weakness for alpha men. Thank goodness she has one of those sexy creatures at home, providing all the hands-on experience she needs. S.H.E is an indie author who runs her own business and loves every exciting moment of her journey. Her ultimate goal is to create naughty tales that leave her readers breathless. S.H.E loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers. Come visit where you’ll find delicious updates on her next sexy tale, or you can email her at [e-mail]

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Chapter One

I t’s not kinky enough .

Chloe Britton brought the receiver closer to her ear. What do you mean it’s not kinky enough?

I mean you’ve got to spice up your story. Plain old sweet romance just doesn’t cut it anymore. Women want to hear it’s okay to fuck more than one man in the same week. Hell, the same night, said Olivia Carlson, her agent of two years. It’s a good thing you asked me to read this before you handed it in to Masha, because she would have rejected your proposal.

Executive editor Masha Montgomery was not someone Chloe wanted to disappoint.

For instance, in paragraph two, you wrote, ‘He rubbed his hard length against her warm channel before easing inside.’ Chloe, girl, why the hell can’t you just say, ‘He rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds before plunging deep inside her heat?’

Damn, thought Chloe. Olivia’s words turned her on. Because I don’t write like that. I had a hard enough time writing the proposal as it is. She let out a frustrated groan, wondering why she couldn’t come up with anything as explicit as Olivia had suggested.

Listen to me, Chloe. If you want this contract, you’ve gotta bring it and bring it hard! Write about masturbating, oral sex, or better yet a woman sexing two men at the same time. You’ve got to make Masha want to run home, and either pull out a dildo, or screw her man stupid.

Olivia, I don’t know, Chloe said with uncertainty. She’d neither the desire nor the nerve to even think of fucking two men. Damn, her life was pathetic.

You’ve got until Friday to write it hot. I gotta run, but I know you can do it!

Chloe hung up the phone and dropped her head onto the desk. Now what? She had been writing the same type of all-American romance novels for the last two years, but sales were down, and Millennium Publishing was phasing out their sweet romance lines and moving to more sensual imprints. According to Olivia, she now had to get with the program and stop writing novels that only her grandmother would read, otherwise she ran a strong risk of not having her contract renewed. The problem was, she couldn’t even read an erotic novel without blushing, so how in the hell was she supposed to write one?

You can do this.

Of course she could. She was an author and that meant she had a vivid imagination.

Swinging around in her chair, Chloe quickly opened the file to her latest romance novel, Secluded, then scrolled down to the first love scene. Sitting up straighter in her chair, she put her slender fingers on the keyboard, ready for an idea to emerge.

Five minutes passed and she was still sitting there, tapping her fingertips on the keys as she waited for the sizzle and heat to explode from her brain. Ten more minutes and still nothing. The little bit of hope she’d had suddenly fizzled.

Not ready to accept defeat, Chloe took a deep breath and decided to try a different approach—working with what she already had. She read over a couple of paragraphs, hoping to find one or two she could rework. Then all she would have to do was add a few sizzling words, and she just might be able to pull this off after all.

Unfortunately, what she read was so boring her eyelids grew heavy, and the next thing she knew, she was falling asleep. Completely frustrated, Chloe considered scanning the Help Wanted ads. If all else failed, she could probably land a job writing articles for her grandmother’s favorite publication, Prevention Magazine.

Rising from her chair, she left her bedroom and headed into a small kitchen at the back of the condominium she shared with a roommate. A cup of peppermint tea was in order. Hopefully it would relax her enough that her brain would start functioning properly.

She removed a tea bag from a small canister near the stove, then reached for a mug and filled it with water. While she heated her water in the microwave, Chloe tried to think of a plan of attack. Maybe the problem was that she was trying too hard and not allowing the ideas to come naturally.

Or maybe you need to accept the truth, an inner voice said. A woman couldn’t possibly write about something she wasn’t getting.

D-I-C-K.

Chloe leaned against the granite counter and stared out the window, which overlooked a lake dotted with several sailboats. A cool, gentle breeze drifted through the window screen. It was typical June weather for Chicago.

Chloe sighed. Why couldn’t she write about a couple sailing away aboard a private yacht along Lake Michigan, making love in a lavish stateroom, performing oral sex and reaching multiple orgasms?

She frowned at the thought, because the answer was too obvious. At twenty-three, she knew nothing about making love aboard a yacht. Her sexual experience involved two college relationships. The first lasted all of five minutes. The second lasted three minutes longer. She remembered waiting for that magical feeling her roommate always talked about, but it never came. All she’d done was lay there, wondering if what she’d just experienced was really all there was to sex.

The microwave’s timer went off, and Chloe turned away from the window with another heavy sigh. For someone who had little to no sexual experience, her friends always wondered how she had ended up writing romance novels.

She’d earned a degree in English with an emphasis in creative writing. After class one afternoon, her instructor had passed out flyers from a new publishing house that was seeking romance writers. After reading it, Chloe had been surprised to discover that romance was the largest selling genre in the world, and one of the easiest to jump into. After reviewing the submission guidelines for Millennium Publishing’s new imprints, she’d decided the safest was American Girl—girl meets guy but doesn’t sleep with guy until they’re married. It was ideal for a writer with very little sexual experience.

Bringing her mug to her lips, Chloe scowled. Now, after three years, her publisher had decided to discontinue the line due to low sales figures, and instead concentrate on the steamier imprints that, according to her agent, were selling like hotcakes.

Chloe knew Olivia was right. She needed to write a story that made a woman’s nipples hard.

And her panties wet.

Chloe carried her mug over to the small round kitchen table and took a seat. For the longest time, she sat there trying to think of something else she was good at. Writing romance was all she knew. If she couldn’t pull it off, then what was she going to do with her life?

You can always become a schoolteacher like your mother.

She scowled at that idea.

Her parents had raised her to believe there was no such thing as can’t. They told her many times that she could do anything she set her mind to. And sure enough, that included writing. All it took was a wild imagination, and she definitely had that.

Well, kind of, she amended.

Now all she needed was a change of environment, some research material, and maybe some new dick in her life. She didn’t have the slightest idea where to begin, but her lips curled in a confident smile because she knew exactly who to ask.

Chapter Two

She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Chloe, what in the world are you waiting for?

Startled, Chloe’s eyes traveled over to where her best friend and roommate, Megan Falter, was standing next to a rack of...ohmygoodness! Are those vibrators?

Catching her stricken expression, Megan moved over to where Chloe was standing, grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the door.

Patricia’s Pleasure Palace.

Oh, boy. This was the first time she’d ever been in an adult store before.