Seven Nights

by J. A. Reynolds

Overview

Just one week is all that is needed to enjoy this steamy collection of bedtime stories.

In "Blessed Sacrament," a couple enjoys a bittersweet last night of passion together, while in "Walden," a mismatched pair of hikers finds their ardor kindled in the great outdoors. "Amy's Beaver" is an amusing tale of how one couple keeps the spark of their long-term commitment glowing; in contrast, "Just Desserts" shows what can happen when the fire at home grows cold, and "Zero One-Niner" is a celebration of self-love and secret fantasies.

Exploring the darker side of sex, "Plate of Fear" bares the faces we keep hidden from the world, and "The Exhibitionist" examines what happens when a bit of fun goes a step too far.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940014970716
Publisher:	Eros and the Muse
Publication date:	07/19/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	125
File size:	76 KB

About the Author

Named by her parents inexplicably for a queen and a saint, Jane Agnes Reynolds was born at the tail-end of the Season of Love to parents who, having skipped over the 60's without either Woodstock or weed, were about to embrace the Swingin' Seventies with gusto. While little Jane was too young to understand what the words "key party" or "battery-operated massager"meant, the Penthouse magazines Dad kept filed conveniently by the toilet proved to be both enlightening, and in the case of the Penthouse Forum, inspiring.

Jay realized that with the right man there was no such thing as too far, and in a decade known for "More is More" and "Greed is Good," there was nothing sexual she wouldn't try. Or as she was fond of saying, "I'll try anything once, twice if I like it."

In an move that raised more than a few eyebrows among those that knew and loved her best, Jay chose to attend a private Catholic college on the East Coast. While she excelled academically, she found fitting in with her uptight, often prudish classmates and their rigid social mores a struggle. By the end of her first year, though, she figured out how their game was played. Soon, willing partners were easier to find, and while they were still few and far between, she was certainly pleased to initiate more than one boy into manhood.

Still, Jay yearned to find the kind of sexual indulgence she'd left behind in her hometown and she began confiding her frustrations to a cloth-bound journal she kept hidden beneath her mattress. She soon found that in addition to having a penchant for writing torrid love scenes, she also had a natural flair for storytelling. One of her earliest erotic short stories made the rounds of the English department and won her a small, regional writing award under the pen name Jeanne Lacroix.

From Seattle to Savannah, Green Bay to Galveston, Jay spent the first half of her 20's drinking too much, sleeping too little, and indulging her libido with every one of its carnal whims. She pushed herself to the limit both physically and emotionally until she began to realize that she was writing checks her body and mind could no longer cash. So she came home.

And it is at home where Jay has stayed. In a quiet old farmhouse just down the road from the middle of nowhere, she and a very good man are raising a family, indulging their libidos, and taking her love of erotic fiction into its next phase.