Author Krystina Stevens

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Excerpt from Red Letters erotic suspense thriller: Girls’ Night Out

I fussed with the one remaining strand of hair that insisted on flying free of the comb, then stood back to inspect the package. The jeans and long sleeved sweater I was wearing earlier, when I was expecting Martin for dinner, were long gone, replaced by a black leather miniskirt I hadn’t worn in a couple of years, thigh-high white stockings which I had never worn (and didn’t even remember where I had gotten them; probably a shower gift from the girls), four-inch black heels which were ridiculously uncomfortable but smoking hot, and a white button-down blouse with the top three buttons undone. My hair was up and I wore the dangling earrings again, but no necklace. I intended for my cleavage to speak for itself.

redletterswork600wI was beautiful, and desirable. And I did deserve something different.

I heard the front doorbell ring. I gave my hair one last spritz of hairspray and walked downstairs.

Robert stood on the front porch and tipped his cap when I opened the door.

“Evening, Miss Lane. You look wonderful,” he said with a smile.

I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. The heels I wore put me almost at the same height as Robert.

“Thank you, Robert, you are a sweetheart. Katie…”

“Is already in the car, ma’am.”

I straightened his tie unnecessarily. “Then let us be off.” I could play rich and pampered for one night.

Robert opened the rear door of the limousine to reveal Katie, sitting in the back, legs curled underneath her. She was pouring a bottle of champagne into a glass, then she caught sight of me and the champagne spilled onto the floor.

“Holy… Damn, girl!”

She climbed out of the limo and grabbed me by both shoulders, turning me slightly from side to side as if inspecting me. After a few seconds she nodded.

“Oh yes, this is a good look.” She kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I’m telling you, one of these days you’re going to get me to switch hit.”

I smiled and poked her in the ribs, through the tight fuchsia one piece she wore. “Only if you’re lucky.” I nodded towards the limo. “Let’s get this party started.”

Katie giggled and climbed back inside.

 

Jake’s was quieter than it had been for the nightclub hop, as well it should have been for a Tuesday night in Bridgeport. I saw immediately upon entering that Brad was behind the bar. The house music was muted, as it was only nine-something at night, and the real dancing wouldn’t start until at least ten.

Katie took me by the hand and led me to a rounded corner booth near the end of the bar, well within sight of Brad. I felt the cold vinyl on my ass cheeks as I slid in and gasped. I wasn’t used to wearing a skirt, and with a very minimal thong and stockings that barely reached my mid-thigh, I was quite exposed to the elements. However, I also felt a little rush of excitement as the seat warmed to my touch.

Katie must have sensed it as she put her arm around me and squeezed. “I know, isn’t this fun?”

Yes, it was.

A young waitress came up carrying a tray in one hand and a pen in the other. I noticed with some satisfaction that my skirt was an inch or two shorter than hers. Before she could say anything, Brad came around from behind the bar and tapped her on the shoulder.

“I’ve got this one, Carey.”

His eyes caught mine and I felt a slight blush come over my face. Here we go with the schoolgirl thing again.

“Nice to see you ladies again,” he said with a smile as the waitress left. “And you’re looking much more… coherent,” he said to Katie.

“Hey,” she replied, pointing at him, “I was perfectly sober, I’ll have you know. I was just making sure your tequila stocks were refreshed properly.”

He laughed and his green eyes twinkled. “And you look lovely, Miss Taken.”

I clasped my hands on the table in front of me. “Thank you.” I unconsciously ran my right hand over the slight indentations on my left ring finger where my engagement ring normally sat. “Ah, white wine please.”

“Two,” said Katie. “And two of those Annie Hoes.”

Brad frowned. “What?”

“Annie Hoes. The last tequila you gave us, the brown one.”

“Annie…” He paused and closed his eyes, smiling. “Gotcha. Be right back, ladies.”

As he walked away I watched his ass. He wore a tighter jean tonight, lighter in color, and it showed every curve.

Dammit. I was starting to regret this already. I wasn’t out looking, I just wanted to enjoy a night out, and perhaps attract a little attention. Something I was sorely lacking at home. But I had purposely left my ring at home, and the guilt was starting to creep into my mind.

“Hey, honey, relax,” Katie said. She always seemed to be able to read my emotions. “Just a few drinks, maybe you’ll take me out on the dance floor, and we’ll get out of here.”

She looked up as two young men approached the table. I sighed.

“And maybe, just maybe,” she said, nudging me with her elbow, “you’ll have some new motivation to go with your toy. You know what they say, right?”

“Um, no,” I said as the two men stopped at the edge of our table.

Katie leaned over and whispered in my ear. “With the right imagination, you can have any guy you want.”

I snorted a laugh, then covered my mouth.

“Mind if we join you?” one of the young men asked, obviously not deterred by our whispering and laughing. I wondered if I pointed and giggled if it would make any difference. They were attractive, young, eager, probably inexperienced. I glanced at Katie, who had a twinkle in her eye. She would tear them apart and make them cry for their mothers. Poor guys, I thought, and laughed again.

“Please do,” I said, feeling more confident.

Brad returned with two white wines and two tequilas and set them down as the two men slid in the round booth on either side of Katie and I. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and I gave him a small smile. His eyebrow rose higher, so I nodded. He returned my nod.

“If you need anything at all,” he said, staring directly at me, “I’ll be right over there behind the bar.”

He winked at me and turned away. The man that sat next to me raised his arm to signal Brad for a drink, but I could tell they were going to have a difficult time getting served by him tonight.

It was strange. Brad was obviously younger than me, but I got the strongest vibe of protection, like he was looking out for me. And while that was flattering, and perhaps helpful, it wasn’t stoking my fires. Almost like he was my brother or something.

I shuddered and the man next to me pressed in closer.

“Cold?” he asked, then extended his hand across my body. “My name’s Paul.”

I took his hand and shook it daintily. “Tania, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Scott,” the other man said.

“My name is Grace,” Katie answered with a straight face. I started to say something when I felt her elbow in my ribs again, so I cleared my throat and reached for the tequila.

“It’s añejo,” I whispered to Katie.

“What? Oh,” she replied, picking hers up and clinking it against mine. “Cheers, sister.”

“Cheers,” I said, then we both drank, seconds before the two men extended their beers in a late attempt to join in.

“Sorry, next round,” Katie said to Scott. “You’re buying.”

Oh yes, she’d tear them apart. They’d never know what hit them.

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What do you think? Gotta love Annie Hoes! (And I’d love to hear your comments on the excerpt below!)

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Excerpt from forthcoming erotic thriller novel RED LETTERS

I looked at Katie’s other arm, which was still holding the bag straight out. Whatever was in the bag was smaller than the wine bag. “Tell me that’s not tequila.”

“Nope,” she said, setting it on the granite. “My present to you.” She reached into the bag and pulled out a small box, wrapped in colorful paper with a bow haphazardly stuck on top. She handed it to me and I looked at the comic font lettering on the wrapping paper.

“Happy Birthday?” I asked.

Katie shrugged. “All I had in the house. Besides,” she said with a mischievous smile, “it’s the thought that counts. And girl, I was thinking about you when I bought this.”

I squinted at her, but her face was impassive save for the smile. “Hint?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Open it.”

I tore the paper out from under the multiple strips of transparent tape she had nearly covered it in, finally exposing a white cardboard box. I glanced at Katie, whose smile was widening.

“Go on!”

I slowly opened the flap to the box, half expecting tortilla chips to come pouring out. Inside was a clear plastic box, the kind that hangs on a wall rack in a store. I pulled it out and looked at the bright pink object inside.

“Your very own jackrabbit!” she squealed, clapping her hands.

It was long, eight inches the label said, and thick. It had some row of beads about halfway down its length, four double A batteries packaged with it, and the most obscene little figurine mounted to one side.

I was terrified.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. “I’m supposed to stick this…”

“Where Martin won’t shine, baby!” She clapped again. “Oh, I was so going to get you the ten-inch model. I’ve got two of those…burned one of ‘em out! But you need to start slowly. I mean, if all you have is a little bullet thingy…”

“Start? Jesus, Katie, this thing scares the hell of me just looking at it.” I turned the package over and looked at the back. “Is it gas powered?”

She laughed out loud, the snorted. “No, that will be your Christmas gift.” She held up her hands when I looked sharply at her. “Kidding, kidding.” She walked around to stand beside me and started pointing at the parts of the monster toy.

“Waterproof. Very important for shower use,” she said. “Four different speeds, so you can, you know, change the mood. And look here,” she said, her finger tapping on the row of beads. “This section rotates. God, that’s friggin’ awesome.”

I felt my eyes start to return to their normal size, but was still petrified. For me, an adventurous night alone in bed was my four-incher and a cup of tea, not necessarily in that order. This thing was…terrifying.

“And the little thing on top?” I asked hesitantly, almost certain I knew her answer.

“That’s the piece of resistance. Or however they say that,” she said. She tapped the little figure, which from my angle did actually resemble a small rabbit. “For your big C.” She closed her eyes and started to hum. “Ooh, I have to go home now,” she said, then laughed.

I put the package back in the box and took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. “Katie, I love you to death, but are you trying to kill me?”

“Silly. I’m trying to save you. From a life of boredom. Until your man treats you right, you need to take care of your own womanly needs.” She walked back to the other side of the island and crossed her arms, looking at me. “Or maybe I’ll call Brad to come over.”

“You do and I’ll call the fat man,” I countered. “I have his number.”

Her mouth fell open. “You’d better be shitting me.”

I smiled and slid the box to the side of the counter. “Maybe. Just remember, don’t mess with me.”

“Just you wait until you put that jackrabbit into action, honey. You’ll come running down the street to my house to thank me.”

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Watch for RED LETTERS, releasing this fall, and read all about Tania, Katie, Martin, and Tania’s mysterious and dangerous admirer!

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