The Best Of Christy Poff

The Best Of Christy Poff

by Christy Poff
Love in different worlds is still one thing - love. Whether it's thanks to the Internet, an eternal blood bond or in the arms of royalty, it's love and it sizzles. Rachel has been in a rut for years, in a 'go nowhere' marriage. She takes a chance on something totally opposite and finds she really never knew life could be so full. Melanie enjoys life but wants the love


Love in different worlds is still one thing - love. Whether it's thanks to the Internet, an eternal blood bond or in the arms of royalty, it's love and it sizzles. Rachel has been in a rut for years, in a 'go nowhere' marriage. She takes a chance on something totally opposite and finds she really never knew life could be so full. Melanie enjoys life but wants the love of a good man, but it seems the men in her life chase after others. Dante wants an everlasting love and life with one woman. Jasmyne takes on an undercover assignment and gives one hundred percent, falling for the man she's supposed to help. Yasir feels the heat of passion in the female American agent and sparks fly.

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Twenty-five years ... twenty-three of which she had been under the impression she had a good and fulfilling relationship with her husband. They had two children, a son in the Air Force and a daughter, a college student at Virginia Tech.

She noticed changes in his attitude over the last several years, especially after the events of September 11th. He'd become cold, very cold, and it unnerved her. If someone died, his response was "Oh, well." He fought their son, and then their daughter, who had always taken up for him. Within the last year, her emotions turned to dislike, then hatred as she resented his staid and silly notions. Times had changed, but it seemed William Wainwright had regressed.

Tall and average in appearance, Wainwright swore everyone had dropped their lives, so to speak, just to piss him off or hurt him as paranoia began to rule him. He believed his family, co-workers, and even the guys at the firehouse where they volunteered, all seemed to make it their lot in life to make him miserable. His daughter even swore to him that he was bipolar; while his wife, Rachel, was sure he was another Wainwright male. She swore each successive generation got worse.

Rachel began putting her thoughts on paper, and compiled several full-length manuscripts. Her husband told her it had been a waste of time and money since nothing had greased his palm in return. So, what else is new? She'd been successful in photography and news writing. In one month, a regional paper had printed six pieces of her work, and she felt pride in what she'd done. Hecouldn't care less and made sure she knew it. That's when Rachel had begun to hate him.

Rachel found some erotic book publishers on the internet. She learned about a world she could let her imagination go to whenever she wanted. That's when she'd found what she'd been missing in the bedroom. Rachel found she enjoyed that imaginary world--immensely. Afternoons spent in front of the computer with a whiskey sour or a glass of wine, while wearing little to nothing had been mind-boggling, as she became lost in the words of others. Some of the stories got her hotter and wetter than usual.

As she read, Rachel found herself becoming damp between her legs as need overwhelmed her. Her nipples would harden as she felt glorious jolts course throughout her body. She learned the art of self-gratification and her inner being demanded she try more. Wainwright would refuse her advances, making her feel like a slut, a whore who bared her soul, just to be refused by the man she thought she loved and who loved her.

Twenty-five years ... twenty-five long years...

This became Rachel's sentence for falling in love with a man who couldn't completely satisfy her needs. She'd married a man she should have steered clear of, since he now had his own ideas of what he wanted her to do. When she naively refused him, he hit her. Cement floors hurt, but he didn't care. He hadn't gotten what he wanted; to him, Rachel was at fault.

Rachel Wainwright looked on the Internet to see if she could possibly help herself. In a chat room, she surfed into a BDSM site, where she began e-mailing a man who offered to help her with her fantasies. Rachel told him about herself and what she wanted to try. They agreed to meet at a store in the mall. She loved Hot Topic and other than her kids, no one knew she frequented it. Her circle of friends wouldn't be caught dead at a store where one could buy Gothic and Care Bears together.

She loved the store because she could momentarily lapse into a world of vampires and the darker side of sex. She'd learned that she enjoyed vanilla with William but she wanted more. Oils and toys were sold for a reason, the industry private and very profitable. She wanted to try it, and had told this man how she felt.

"Wear black. I expect you to obey simple requests, or the deal will be off."

She agreed willingly. How hard could it be, especially since black is my favorite color?

"I want you to wear silk with nothing underneath and black jeans with heels. I want you to realize you can appear in public and be fine. I have one other request, which is important to both of us. I will send you the lab results from my blood test. And I want you to have the test done and bring the results with you," he told her in their private chat room.

"All right," she answered back. She understood his caution and appreciated it.

Rachel entered the store and relaxed as she walked to the rear of it. Once she did, she walked off to the side and looked at the items displayed in the corner. She took a deep breath, and then waited.

* * * *

Rafael Donovan had been listed on Fortune 500's list, ranking around twentieth. He lived alone on a secluded estate on the outskirts of Williamsburg, Virginia, though his business life took him around the world. He owned a Spanish villa--a small castle as it had been described--an island in the Keys and his yacht, The Domination. He had been referred to as an international playboy, but had never settled into any relationships. Wherever he went, after the corporate galas and dinners had ended, he prowled the clubs that specialized in bondage, domination and submission. As those who played in this dark world of sex relished secrecy, his privacy had been respected and his identity kept quiet. His personal life had been successfully kept separate from his professional one and it worked out quite well.

Meet the Author

Christy Poff lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband and two kids - her teenage daughter and her son who serves in the Air Force. Stationed in Minot, North Dakota – he is thankfully only a cell phone call away. Previously, she wrote news articles for local newspapers and regional firefighting publications. With her articles, she added photography to her pieces. Writing for several years, she has a deep respect for the Civil War and has done extensive research into the times. This love and research have resulted in several Civil war novels including CHASE FOR AN ANGEL which was born from this love and released in March, 2006. Others will follow. She loves old cities with and history like Charleston and New Orleans, the wide-open spaces of Wyoming and the Dakotas plus seeing the rest of the U.S. and western Canada. A volunteer firefighter for over twenty-five years, she’s been able to use her experience in several published works for others and even in some of her own work. People wonder what she writes to – Brooks and Dunn, Gary Allan, Linkin Park, Nickelback, Harry Connick or whoever strikes her mood at the time. She loves to watch Iron Chef on the Food Network, CSI:Miami and reruns of Nash Bridges, Miami Vice, Night Court and JAG.

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