Vanessa’s not looking forward to a weekend in the country with her bossy friend Gina. Vanessa’s a city girl, and mud plays havoc with your best killer heels. But when Gina’s delicious teenage son, Guy, starts to show an interest, things look up. It’s then that the weekend takes on a darker, more spectral turn. Could there really be an erotically charged ghost who drives Vanessa wild in the middle of the night? Or, while fighting an inner battle between lust and guilt, can she discover a more earthly explanation?
About the Author
Kitti Bernetti lives in London, the city she loves and spends inordinate amounts of time in the coffee shops of Soho and Covent Garden dreaming up stories. She finds writing erotica totally stimulating as it leaves her free to set her tales any time, any place, anywhere.
Kitti has written ghost stories, sci-fi, historicals, crime, paranormals, sheikh tales and richly rewarding romance. Reviewers have said: 'The sex [in Desert Nights] is hot, the story compelling, and the writing well above par. If you're looking for a quick read to excite you, pick this one up!' (ManOhMan), and 'Kitti knows how to pen a full bodied book like a fine wine, and in this case, she has managed it. Regency Nights is just that, it fills the senses with its excellent prose, sensual, and highly erotic sexual scenes.' (loveromancepassion.com) Kitti is delighted to be part of The Secret Library and is already working on another novella this time set in the sultry backstreets of tropical Singapore.
Author website www.kittibernetti.moonfruit.com/
Read an Excerpt
I marched up the stairs; I was beginning to enjoy this. Once I got him in the room, I closed the door and leant against it. My wraparound had come open and I was pleasantly aware of the power my unfettered breasts in the tight sleep top seemed to be having on Guy. Nervously, I noticed he couldn’t keep his eyes off their heavy roundness. ‘See that portrait?’ I asked.
‘Mmmm,’ he replied glancing to his left and looking like a kid waiting to be told off by the headmistress.
‘I had a hallucination last night, that it came to life.’
I walked over to him, took off my robe and stood before him, my massive breasts tingling with expectation, almost brushing against his T-shirt. Nervously, he held his hands behind his back. ‘I saw you out first thing this morning. In fact, I followed you.’