The Swing of Her Hips: A Short & Sexy Modern Fairy Tale

By Selene Grace Silver

A Scotsman and an American woman. He swore he'd never fall in love. She swore she'd never fall in love again. Then they met.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wee Quill Books
• Release date: Dec 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215063880

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The Swing of Her Hips

A Short & Sexy Modern Fairy Tale

Selene Grace Silver

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A Scotsman and an American woman. He swore he’d never fall in love. She swore she’d never fall in love again. Then they met.

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events and places are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Copyright © 2022 by Selene Grace Silver. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, digital, printed, or recorded, without the prior written permission of the author/publisher.

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For Alan.

In 2012, my novella The Swing of Her Hips was released by a small publishing company. I was no longer just a writer; I was an author! It was a thrill. Since then, I've continued to write, and have published additional romances in the contemporary, paranormal, and science fiction romance subgenres. At one point, several years ago, this first book's rights reverted back to me, and became unavailable to readers. I'm pleased now, to reintroduce it for whose who may have missed it a decade ago. It's been lightly edited, but is nearly identical to its original manuscript. I hope you enjoy it.

Selene

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Duncan swallowed hot black tea, his traditional medicine for a traditional hangover. Last night, he celebrated reaching a milestone: a full year of independent—and temporary—life in America. He’d left Scotland alone one year ago on a bone-cold, dreary, wet morning. March once again, the blazing California sun cast a path of heat across the marble floor of the conference center lobby, making him squint blood-shot eyes against the glare. Passing individuals cast shadows on the light as he reflected on his changed life.

The easy, swaying walk of a woman in a flowing skirt caught his attention as she passed alone. The floating fabric swirled around her ankles and he let his eyes travel appreciatively up her backside. Nice. Full hips narrowing to a petite waist. Above that curvaceous shape, long auburn locks of hair bounced about her shoulders. His sluggish mind woke up. That was a fine feminine figure. He made no bones about the fact that he was predominantly a man who loved a well-rounded derriere. Other men lusted after big-breasted women; he coveted a voluptuous-bottomed lass.

He imagined pulling her against his body and cupping, caressing those shapely buttocks with his hands. His groin tightened, and he momentarily forgot about his headache. He wanted to skip the session and carry her away to his hotel room, toss her down on his bed, lift that skirt and slide into that promised sensuality. While he thought about chasing after her and enticing her into his bed, she disappeared around the lobby corner, taking her tempting hips with her. He chuckled to himself. California overflowed with idealized, bleached-blonde, surgically enhanced beach babes, but he had discovered while living here that he preferred something more natural.

Duncan shut his eyes and pictured her walk. Frankly, it had been too long since he’d had sex. Maybe he should just call that neighbor, take her up on her offer.

Then there was Sharon waiting for him back in Scotland. Still. She’d left another voice message last week. He’d deleted the recording at the initial sound of her voice. Her messages swung between pleading and berating. Before leaving Scotland, he’d promised to return within six months. Instead, he’d split from her.

He only listened to her vitriolic recordings full of accusations sometimes because they proved to him he’d made the right decision. Frankly, he was relieved to be living six thousand miles away. In spite of those miles, he still woke occasionally in the night, heart pounding, fearing she’d push back into his life. She remained unconvinced that they were over, even though he’d stopped returning her calls four months ago.

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