The Best of Elizabeth Cage

by Elizabeth Cage

Overview

21 contemporary erotic short stories spanning 13 years, including 3 new stories.  Fun, quirky, romantic and sexy, Elizabeth writes about people you’ve met , people you know - and  people you’d like to know much better…..sit back and  enjoy as Elizabeth shares the sensual pleasure of a horny encounter – again and again…..

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781783755042
Publisher:	Headline Book Publishing, Limited
Publication date:	02/06/2014
Sold by:	Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format:	eBook
Pages:	204
File size:	217 KB

About the Author

A published writer since her early teens, Elizabeth Cage has been writing erotica since 1999. Her stories, poems and articles have appeared in many magazines including Scarlet, Desire, Forum, For Women, In the Buff, The Hotspot, and the International Journal of Erotica, as well as The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica 2010 (Cleis) and her fiction regularly appears in the sizzling anthologies and e-books from Xcite.

She enjoys doing guest blogs, author talks, interviews, events and workshops and performs regularly in the fabulously successful show Wanton Words and Burlesque Bombshells reading her erotica and helping with the raffle!

Find Elizabeth at:

Her Blog: http://www.elizabeth-cage.blogspot.co.uk/

Her Website: http://www.elizabethcage.com/

Her Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elizabeth.cage.1

Her Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6861526.Elizabeth_Cage 

Her Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/elizabethcage/

Read an Excerpt

‘Oh, you mean you want me to rub harder?’

Within minutes, the man came loudly. Joanne suddenly wondered about the passers-by. But it was getting dark now, and no one seemed to notice them.

‘Thank you.’ The man calmly zipped up his flies and smoothed down his shirt.

She nearly replied, ‘No problem. Think nothing of it.’ She even considered, ‘That will be £50, please.’ Her head was spinning. She fumbled for a tissue to wipe the stickiness from her hand.

‘Thank you,’ he repeated, kissing her lightly on the forehead, and before she could respond his hand was under her stretch-cotton skirt, between her legs, his fingers feather-touching through her mocha tights.

She was vaguely aware of her own murmuring, and surprised at her own excitement. She remembered reading an article somewhere that sex was so much easier with a stranger. And after all, she was hungry. Very hungry.