Deb's in big trouble now!

“Small Woman, Big Trouble” blurb:

Deb Steele hikes through a Water Authority reservation. But houses are being built on one section of it, and she can’t get home. She phones Kai Cole, and he and Harry Anders come to get her. While she’s waiting for them, her cell phone battery dies and a young man turns up on an electric scooter. When he realizes she’s quite alone, he plans to sexually assault her. She escapes from him just as Kai and Harry arrive.

Kai worries about how he can protect Deborah if this man is following her, and Harry suggests they learn karate. Kai decides the only way their beginning threesome relationship can progress further is if they all move in together.

But, as Deb is leaving work late that evening, the attacker jumps her once again. Why is he after her? How can the men protect her? And will they ever have enough time to build their friendship into a genuine relationship?

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

Today was a perfect spring Saturday and she wanted to go hiking, but none of her friends would go with her. After eight text messages and three phone calls all telling her “No way,” she decided to walk by herself. Six months or so ago she and Kai had walked through a Water Authority reservation. It was a wide, three-quarter-circle of consecutive parks and grassed areas, crossed by roads every now and then. Eventually it ended, but a mile from there to the left was the main road that would take her almost all the way back to her home. All up, about ten miles to hike, much of it on grass and walking tracks, the perfect hike for such a lovely day.

Undeterred by the lack of a companion, Deborah shoved three bottles of water, some energy bars, and an apple into a small day pack, checked her cell phone was in the pocket of her shorts, slung a sweater around her neck, laced up her gym shoes, and left her apartment.

Smiling to herself, she walked down the road from her apartment block, turned right, hiked a few blocks, and was at the first park. This bit was the least enticing. It was pretty much just grass with a few scraggly bushes where teenagers hung out to smoke and drink. But after a few blocks, and across another road, the next park was much nicer, with flower gardens and a kids’ play area. Today parents were sitting on the grass while children played in the fort and ran around laughing and screaming happily.

By now she had settled into a steady hiking pace, and was really enjoying the sunshine and the scenery she passed. I’m so glad I came. I needed a nice long walk, and who cares if I don’t have anyone to walk with.

The next couple of miles were steadily uphill, so when she reached an area with flower gardens, she sat on the grass for a break, munching on an energy bar and drinking one of her bottles of water. She looked all around, but she wasn’t high enough to have a nice view. Still, the green of the grass, the multicolored flowers, and their various perfumes were a treat for her senses, so she stretched her back, knotted her sweater into the straps of her day pack, and began walking again.

Less than a mile farther on, her journey started to unravel. A new housing estate was being built all across the grass and park. What had been a reservation was evidently now housing land, and surrounded by a high barbed-wire fence. Deborah guessed she was at the farthest point of the three-quarter-circle from her home, say five miles, so it was a gamble whether she went back the way she’d come or tried to find a new way forward.

All I have to do is get to the next park. So a block to the left, then a block to the right, turn right again and I should see the park from there. No problem.

Deborah headed left and walked. And walked, and walked some more. There were no roads to the right, and very few to the left either. Besides, going left was stupid. She’d be better off turning back and retracing her steps all the way home. She thought about turning back, but the farther she walked, the more she decided there had to be a side road soon. Surely. Eventually she accepted she’d miscalculated and stopped at a side road to the left. Problem was, the side road was named, but the road she was in wasn’t. Thank god the side road wasn’t “Main Street” or “First Avenue” or something there’d be a million of. Unfortunately there was probably going to be more than one “Hillside View.” Hopefully only two or three though and she could work out where she was.

Deborah sat on the sidewalk, dropping her day pack beside her, and pulled out her cell phone, scrolling through the icons for Google Maps. She began with her home and traced her journey through the various parks, looking for the new housing estate. But it wasn’t there. Again and again she ran her finger along the route she’d walked, but there was nothing on the map to indicate which park had become a housing estate, and therefore no way of knowing exactly where she was and how to get home. Apart from walking all the way back. Well fuck! I thought these maps were downloaded from NASA and updated daily.

Deborah shrugged her shoulders and stretched a few times. Either she was a hell of a lot less fit than she’d thought she was, or she’d walked way farther than she’d guessed. Her legs and back were tired, and although she likely could manage walking the entire return journey, she damn sure didn’t want to. So all she had to decide was whether or not to suck it up and turn back and start walking right now, or phone a friend. She looked at the sky, then at the time on her cell phone. She knew her pace had been steady, and she’d only had the one break at the top of the hill. From the elapsed time, she had to have walked about eight miles already. By the time she walked eight miles back it’d be almost dusk, not a good time for a small female to be out alone in a park. Dammit! She really didn’t have a choice at all. Kai was so going to laugh at her.

 

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Berengaria Brown

 

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Wet and Willing book 2: Cold Woman, Hot Men

"Cold Woman, Hot Men" blurb:

Melusine Carmichael mistakes the plunge pool at the Aquatic Center for a regular pool and almost drowns with the sudden shock of the icy-cold water. While underwater she hears a voice calling her "Melly," a name she never uses. Yehudi and Arlington are nearby in the sauna and rescue her, using their personal body heat and the sauna to warm her up. They keep in contact with her via Facebook, and finally convince her to let them teach her to swim.

But Mel hears the voice again and worries that they’re stalking her, so she cuts contact with them. Yehudi and Arlington try everything to see her and she prevents them, so they meet her parents after their swimming class. They learn about the voice saying "Melly" and that someone is stalking her.

But who is it? And how can they get Mel to spend time with them again so they can convince her of their innocence?

STORY EXCERPT

Yehudi was leaning back against the wall of the sauna, his eyes half closed, his brain counting the minutes until he could get Arlington out of his teeny tiny swimwear and his own cock buried in Arlington’s tautly delicious ass. If he’d thought to bring lube in his gym bag, he may have been able to convince Arlington to fuck in the shower, right here in the change rooms at the Aquatic Center. But with kids around, it was likely just as well to wait until they were back home. But that meant adding another twenty minutes onto a wait that was already stretching out to be way too long for the ongoing happiness of his cock.

Arlington was looking though the glass panel in the door, snorting and shaking his head.

“What’s so amusing,” Yehudi asked.

“There’s a woman staring at the plunge pool, like she’s never seen one before. She’s taking her towel off, so maybe she’s going to come in here. Oooh, nice body. I like those long legs. Nice tits, too.”

“That’s it? You’re not going to tell me her hair color and eye color, and her height to the nearest inch?”

Arlington turned to grin at him. “Five six, blonde and blue.”

Yehudi heard a lot of splashing. “What on earth is she doing?” he asked.

“Drowning!” Arlington opened the door so roughly it crashed into the wall as he raced out. Yehudi jumped up and followed him out to the plunge pool.

The woman—well, he supposed it was the woman—was definitely underwater, and this was not the kind of place to practice underwater swimming. The whole point of the plunge pool was that users of the sauna jumped into the icy cold pool, and climbed straight out again to cool off after the heat of the sauna.

Arlington had jumped in and dived under the woman’s body, using his broad shoulders and strong back to push her up to the surface and nudge her to the side of the pool. Yehudi kneeled down and leaned over, grabbing hold of the woman’s arm, which was very cold indeed, and pulling her higher out of the water. Arlington pushed her some more, and Yehudi got a good grip on her waist and lifted her up onto the edge of the pool. He turned her onto her side and banged on her back. She coughed then dragged a rasping breath into her body.

Meanwhile Arlington had climbed out of the pool. “She’s breathing. Good.”

“Let’s get her—and you—back into the sauna to warm up.

“I like that plan.”

Yehudi picked her up and carried her the short distance into the sauna, laying her on his own towel, which was on the bench where he’d left it. Arlington followed him in the door then threw more water on the hot stones of the fire to make steam.

“Her skin is still icy,” said Yehudi. He was worried about her. Was this a suicide attempt? Why would she have deliberately jumped into the water if she couldn’t swim? “I’ll get her towel,” he said, wanting Arlington to stay in the sauna and warm himself up again after the cold water.

The woman was coughing again when he returned, and he gently wrapped her towel over her shoulders. “Thanks,” she said then coughed again.

After a few minutes she sat up, hugging the towel around her body.

“What happened?” Yehudi asked, at exactly the same time as Arlington said, “Why did you get in the pool if you can’t swim?”

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/cold-woman-hot-men

Berengaria Brown

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Woman in Hot Water book 1

Woman in Hot Water blurb:
Unemployed and homeless, Kendra gets a job at the local Aquatic Center. Her new boss, Osborne, is very yummy, but he’s partnered to Jordan. When she’s offered a threesome with two such delicious men, how can she say no? And with so many opportunities to see their semi-naked bodies, being a good girl is not that easy either. Fun on the waterslide, a hot time in the sauna, slick, gleaming muscles in the gym...
When Jordan deduces that Kendra is sleeping in her car, the men ask her to stay in their guest room. She’s hesitant, but allows them to persuade her. Despite the best sex of her life, Kendra is determined to move into an apartment of her own as soon as possible, so she goes house-hunting. The men don’t like either of the places she chooses. She can’t risk losing her job but values her independence too.

STORY EXCERPT

“It’s a damn good thing I’m not too tall,” Kendra McIntyre muttered softly to herself as she untangled her body from the sleeping bag on the backseat of her old car. She peeked out the rear window through one bleary eye, pleased to see no people around but quite a few cars scattered about the cinema parking lot.

She sat up, slipping her shoes on, then brushed her hair and tied it up in a ponytail. Now to find a place where she could shower and change her underwear. The first three days after she’d been thrown out of her apartment because her roommate wanted her boyfriend to move in, Kendra had used a free trial gym membership pass. That was awesome because not only did she get to try out all the equipment, and use their showers, but also if she went early enough in the morning, she got a free breakfast as well.

The next two days she’d visited various malls, but washing there was problematic as there were too many people and no shower stalls. She’d ended up filling her water bottle with hot water, stealing the soap from the sink, and trying to wash in a toilet stall. Today she planned to try out the local swimming pool. For a start, it opened at six a.m., so she figured she could spend plenty of time in the showers and wash her hair as well.

Her car was almost out of gas, and her bank account was almost empty, but she’d have to put ten dollars of fuel in her car if she was to continue job hunting. The problem was everyone wanted fifteen-year-olds to do the type of jobs she was looking for—retail and hospitality. She still had two more funeral homes to apply to for a job as a professional mourner though. She was positive that being in her midtwenties would be better than being a teenager for those positions. Besides, funerals almost always had coffee and something to eat after them, and her food budget was even lower on her priority list than her gas budget.

Her panties and bra were still a little damp. She’d washed them out the night before and laid them on a towel on the dashboard of her car, but they weren’t dry enough to wear. Still, she couldn’t leave them there in daylight. Hopefully, there’d be hot air blowers at the swimming pool and she could finish drying them then.

She set her cell phone to recharge as soon as she turned her car engine on. Every time she saw an electrical outlet, she plugged her cell phone in, but it was never long enough to recharge it fully. However, it still had two bars, so should last long enough to answer a call about a job. If she was offered one. Certainly she wouldn’t be using it to call anyone herself. There was no budget for that.

Dammit, she needed a job right now. Then she could get an apartment. Then, possibly even a life. She grinned at herself. Yeah sure. Men would fall all over themselves to date her. Like hell they would. She was at least ten pounds overweight, her hips needed trimming, and so did her hair. She sighed. No budget for a hairstylist either.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/woman-in-hot-water

Berengaria Brown

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