Happy Birthday Baby

By Patricia Pellicane

She stumbled upon shelter at last, only to discover a night of ecstasy.

He eagerly anticipated an erotic night of debauchery when the most adorable birthday present he'd ever known stumbled soaking wet upon his doorstep. She claimed to be lost. He thought she was perfect and whatever his friend paid for her it wasn't nearly enough. She was beyond delicious and he eagerly joined her in her game of pretended innocence, realising she only caused his pleasure to intensify with every innocent look sent his way.

Too late he came to realising she played no game. Too late he knew her for the adorable creature she really was. The love of his life. A love that had cleverly escaped him. Would he find her again? Would he ever know the thrill of her sweet kisses, the touch of her soft skin and the magic of her devastating kiss?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Mar 15, 2010
• ISBN: 9780857150516

Patricia Pellicane

Patricia Pellicane lives with her husband on Long Island in New York. Her six children live in neighboring towns as do most of her sixteen grandchildren. Her favorite hobby is reading. Patricia insists her ideas for stories come while doing dishes. “Could anything be more boring? It’s nearly impossible to keep your mind from wandering.” In a recent interview she was asked: How hard or easy is it for you to write? Patricia’s response, “Someone once wrote. ‘Writing is easy. All you have to do is put a sheet of paper in a typewriter and stare at it until blood forms on your forehead’. Sometimes writing is exactly like that. And other times it’s a wondrous happening where words flow from mind to fingers to computer screen almost without conscious thought. It doesn’t matter which way it works for you. Once a writer begins the journey, they’re hooked. It’s a drug and you can’t stop looking for that next story, that next high.”Patricia’s fans can contact her at, [e-mail] or stop in at her website at www.patriciapellicane.com Click under Books for a list of her twenty-two printed published books and About Me to catch a glimpse of what Patricia thinks about life in general and more.

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Happy Birthday, Baby

ISBN #978-0-85715-051-6

©Copyright Patricia Pellicane 2010

Cover Art by Natalie Winters ©Copyright March 2010

Edited by Michele Paulin

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY

Patricia Pellicane

Dedication

To Mary and Kathy for the emails that brighten a writer’s lonely day and your well wishes.  Thanks guys.

Chapter One

Meg Westfield hunkered deep into her coat, even as she wondered why she bothered. She was soaked to the skin and not apt to get any drier as long as she was forced to withstand this downpour. She couldn’t see more than a few feet in any direction thanks to gusts of wind blowing rain into her face. It was as if she was held within a circle of turbulent, cascade of grey water.

She was lost, completely and totally lost. There was the possibility that her borrowed horse, Rusty, might find his way back to the Kimberly stables if she allowed him his head. It was a chance, a slight chance perhaps, but Meg thought she had no choice but to take it. 

Rusty moved slowly through the thicket. Even so, Meg had little chance to duck as he meandered, for some reason finding it necessary to move beneath every low lying branch, each one heavier with water than the last. She shivered as the last one emptied what she imagined to be a pond-sized gush of water down her back.

Meg breathed a sigh of relief as the horse came from the forest at last and moved across a neatly cropped lawn. She was back. Lord, she felt as if she had been gone for hours.

Hannah would be beside herself with worry.

Only Meg wasn’t back.

The small hunting lodge that stood before her wasn’t the Kimberly place. Lord, what had she done? Why hadn’t she paid attention to the change in weather? Why hadn’t she noticed before it was too late that she had wandered so far? And exactly how far had she gone?

She had no choice but to beg admittance. At least, until the worst of the storm cleared. She could only pray someone was in residence and could show her the way back to the Kimberly Estate.

* * * *

Jack Cannon smiled in anticipation as he set the last of nearly a dozen quilts upon each other in the centre of the common room floor. All was quiet but for the wild clamour of rain against the slate roof and windows, an occasional distant rumble of thunder and the crackle of a good fire at the far end of the room. Today was his thirtieth birthday, and as was a birthday tradition between his best friend, Mike, and himself, Mike would be sending along a delightful little present for his enjoyment. If history proved true to form, Mike would join them tomorrow with at least one, perhaps more than one, lusciously sweet confection, and the two men would spend the better part of the coming week delighting in delicious decadence.

Enough food and drink was in place to satisfy twenty men. Pillows of all sizes, and numbering in the dozens, were