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Blurb:
Today’s dirty word is…
Jessa Woods has made it her career to educate others about
sexual health. Whether it’s simple techniques, exploring sexuality, or spicing
up relationships, her radio show, Dirty
Words, is a local go-to for all things sexy.
Her personal life, however, isn’t so hot. With a jam-packed
schedule and her work first and foremost on her mind, Jessa has little time to
date, and her best friend, Jen, fears she’s become cynical.
When Jen slips her iPad full of steamy romance novels in
Jessa’s bag before her big trip to a radio show festival, Jessa is less than
impressed. However, after scanning a few titles and really looking at what
these books have to offer, she realizes she may have been too quick to judge.
After all, what’s the harm in examining some of these tropes?
Enter Dylan Masters, the always sexy radio engineer, who
offers to explore them with her. Jessa’s
always had a thing for Dylan, but she’d never cross that line with a coworker,
and more importantly, a friend.
Well, except for that one time at the company Christmas
party…
When Dylan proposes a weekend of hot, no expectations sex,
Jessa’s determined to take the advice she so often gives and let loose. But she
soon realizes their time together could end in total disaster.
Or, she may just come face to face with the dirtiest word of
all…love.
Excerpt:
“Your royal
trinkets, my queen.”
Jessa smiled up at
Dylan as he held out a huge box of vibrating cock rings. Any tension between
them from earlier in the day was long gone, replaced by the vibrant energy of
the meet and greet. Radio and podcast hosts lined the stage taking pictures and
signing autographs for the crowd in front of them. “I feel like a rock star,”
she yelled to Dylan.
He leaned down
until his lips almost touched her ear, the warmth of his breath sending
delightful tingles down the side of her neck, “You are a rock star.”
Jessa turned back
to the crowd and let it sink in. There were plenty calling out her name and the
show, hands in the air waving at her and the crew. The last thing she wanted to
do was disappoint.
She took the box
from Dylan and began walking up and down the stage, throwing plastic wrapped
cock rings into the crowd. “You get an orgasm! You get an orgasm! Everyone gets
an orgasm!”
The guests laughed
and grabbed for the airborne sex toys, then jumped up and down if they managed
to snag one.
She dished out the
rest of her sexy goodies, then took her seat at the long table with the rest of
the hosts. Individual mics had been placed in the middle of the stage in a sort
of panel setup, and for the next hour or so they were going to take questions
from the audience, as well as let them know what they can expect from their
time at the festival. They’d get introduced and then have a few minutes to
interact.
Each show had been
assigned a two hour slot on a certain day of the festival to promote their work
and do a live show. Dirty Words was, naturally, set for Saturday. Right smack
dab in the middle. Jessa feared people would be set to go at the beginning of
the festival, maybe the end, but the very middle? She feared attendance would
suffer. She needed to be an undeniable force. An energy. She needed to show
them tonight that they needed to come
back on Saturday afternoon to see what she had to say. This chance, this
moment, was important and she needed to grab it by the balls and ride the hell
out of it. Wow, slow down there, girl.
Jeez.
Jessa waited until
the man in charge called her name and the title of the show, then smiled and
waved to the applause. She leaned forward and spoke into her microphone, doing
her best to sound cool, calm, and collected. “Hey, hey, hey! How about those
cock rings?”
The audience
roared with applause and laughter, and Jessa giggled right along with them.
“I hope y’all are
having some fun tonight!” She looked out at the joyful faces before her, and
her heart swelled. This is what she did, and this is why she did it. “Tonight’s dirty words were going to be sex toys…” she paused and
let the whoops and hollers die down a bit, “but I decided to change it at the
last minute. So, tonight’s dirty words…are…romance books.” The crowd broke out
into wild applause and whistles, and Jessa couldn’t help but laugh along. “So I
take it I have some romance book fans in here? Raise your hands, I want to see
you!”
Hands flew up from
all over, mostly women but, surprisingly, a lot of men, too. Some of the women
were taking books and electronic reading devices out of their bags and holding
them in the air as proof of their devotion.
“Okay, so here’s
the deal. I am not a fan of romance
books. I know, I know. I’m sorry.” Jessa giggled and held her hands up in
defense. “However, my best friend lent me her iPad and I was looking through
them today, and I was a little surprised. I assumed they all fit into one
category, but after checking them out, I see I was terribly wrong. So…I did a
little research, and now I’m more confused than ever. What is going on with
these tropes? Seriously, tell me! I’m dying to know. The alpha male,” she held
up her fingers and made quotations marks as the audience laughed, “I mean
that’s just a nice way of saying he’s an asshole, right?”
“No!” the crowd
yelled back.
“No? Okay, I’ll
take your word for it. But come on, billionaires and virgins and stepsiblings,
although to be fair I did go to the movies with my stepbrother a few months
back and it was pretty fucking fabulous. He even paid for the popcorn and
everything, so maybe there’s something to that one.” She paused and made an
exaggerated shocked face as a few of the ladies in the front jokingly booed. “Ladies,
ladies, ladies…is this what you want?
Some unfiltered caveman? Gentlemen, is this the world we’re in? She’s only good
enough if she’s your stepdaughter or secretary and has a nice, fresh,
twenty-five year old virgin pussy? And don’t even get me started on the one
woman with ten men. I mean that sounds like the world’s worst UTI just waiting
to happen. And it’d also be sticky as fuck, you know?”
“Fantasy!” someone
yelled out.
“You, the girl
with the green glasses. Go to the microphone and tell me what you just said.”
The young girl in
question sheepishly made her way through the crowd to the front, not even
having to bend to get to the mic. “Hi. Um…it’s about fantasy. The books are a
way to disappear into another world where, no matter what’s going on, you’re
the most desirable one on the planet. For one reason or another.” The audience
clapped and hollered in response to her statement, and her cheeks turned a
bright shade of red.
Jessa nodded and
leaned forward, the words she said next completely sincere. “You explained it
perfectly. Thank you. And you know what, you’re right. Obviously I was being a
little tongue in cheek there about everything, but you’re absolutely correct.
There’s something real in there, right? Something we crave on a very raw, base
level. I don’t understand it right now, but I’d like to. So, in the hopes of
completely screwing with all my crew’s heads, I’m going to totally scrap what
I’d planned to do this weekend. Instead, I’m going to attack a few of these
tropes and see what’s up. My wonderful friend, Dylan, raise your hand, Dylan.”
She waited as he stood and waved to the crowd, not missing the way most of the
women’s eyes roamed his body like hungry foxes. “He’s going to have pencil and
paper, and I want you to write down your favorite trope. I’ll pick one and
research it myself, and I’ll get back to you Saturday with my findings. Man…can
I just say how much I love my fucking job?”
The audience went
crazy then. People shouting out their favorite tropes and showing the people
beside them what book they were reading. Everything had gone better than she
could have ever hoped. Better than better, in fact. It had gone damn near
perfect.
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