Wanted: Beta Reader with an Open Mind!

Hey everyone :)

I thought I’d try my hand at erotica, or something close to it. I’m exploring the genre through a series of short novellas/stories about 20-25,000 words long. Anyone interested in giving it a shot? Here’s some details about the series:

Sexy Snacks #1: Immortal Pleasures

Charming and heartbroken Isabelle Rowan is your every day woman, until she meets Devon Mortell, a man with a secret so big it will destroy everything she knows about herself and the way the world works. Sexy Devon is driven to protect her once he unleashes her raw passion and begins an orgasmic storm that will not just leave them both breathless, but in deadly danger.

Excerpt from a dinner party where Isabelle meets Devon for the first time:

“Honey, it’s so good to see you. Love the dress.” She kissed her on the cheek and pulled back. Her smile fell just a little and worry darkened her eyes. “You’re not eating enough. Look at you, skin and bones.” Then the smile came back. “We’ll take care of that tonight. I’m trying something new and I think you’ll want seconds. Everyone,” she hollered, barely pausing for breath, and turned to face the strangers at their table, “This is my daughter Isabelle. Isabelle, this is Mike and Linda, and that’s George her brother, and his best friend Devon.”

Isabelle smiled as they waved to her. Devon, the man who’s back was to her, turned and she almost lost her smile. He was drop-dead gorgeous. His dark thick brows hung over a brown gaze surrounded by thick black lashes that women would give their eye-teeth for. His mouth was molded by the Greek gods and his smile was just unfair to a girl who was trying her best to keep her jaw from dropping.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, his voice far deeper than the average Joe.

Her mother’s eyes twinkled as she looked between them, then she cleared her throat. “And of course you know everyone else.”

Isabelle recovered and turned to the older couples, nodding and saying hello to each. But her gaze kept drifting back to Devon—which was impossible not to do because he was openly staring at her. If she wasn’t sure that she looked her best, she would have thought there was something wrong with her clothing. As it was, the new black lace panties she wore felt a little too tight in all the right places. If he was gay, she was going to kill herself.

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Warmly,

Jenny:)