A Valentine's Dance

By Rebecca Milton

Too many times, in the gloom of not having a date on that day of days, I have fallen prey to guys in bars, substituting one nighters with deplorable mornings for romance. My heart was a trampoline and I had come to the end. This year, this Valentine’s Day, I had set the goal of not having a date, not falling in love... All I wanted to do was make it through the day without dancing with the devil. This year, I really thought I could do it but...

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005628246

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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A Valentine’s Dance

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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I have danced with the devil. Several times. The thing about the devil is that he comes in so many different guises, it’s hard not to be fooled – repeatedly - by his evil ways and his temptations. So, time and time again, I have danced with him. Usually in the back seat of cars parked on some lovely overlook, some spot that is perfect for... well, back seat dancing.

I have also danced with the devil in hotel rooms, nice ones, overlooking pretty cities at night. Me a little tipsy on gin and hope. Me giving in to his voice, his words, his caressing evil. In the morning, the devil is usually gone, replaced by the fabric of a mortal man who is stumbling and nervous, trying to slip out without much conversation, without revealing too much of his true self. Things like wives and children or serious girlfriends. His sweet slither of words the night before that hummed and slid like wine or lightning from his lips replaced with a language of guilt and fear.

I hate the devil when he does that. Hate the bastard. Why can he not stay for breakfast at least? Seduce me a little more over coffee and croissant in bed, in the room at the very least? The devil be a harsh man when he leaves a girl standing in her panties as she watches the