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  Table of Contents

  Title

  Books and Stories by Laura Charles

  Erotic Inspiration

  Seduction of Steel

  Vegas Encounter

  Stolen Secrets

  Cayman Commitment

  A Letter from Laura Charles

  Books and Stories by Laura Charles

  Books and Stories by Laura Charles

  Erotic Inspiration

  Seduction of Steel

  Vegas Encounter

  Stolen Secrets

  Seduction of Steel: The Complete Series

  Erotic Inspiration

  Author's note: This story is a prequel to the book, Seduction of Steel. The events depicted here take place two years prior to the events depicted in that book.

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  “Waitress! Can I please get more coffee sometime today? How many times do I have to ask?”

  The elderly woman in the ugly polyester pantsuit stood up to get Jessica Steel's attention.

  “Yes, ma'am. Sorry for the delay.” Jessica poured the coffee with one hand while holding a tray of meals in the other one.

  “About time. The coffee isn't any good, anyway. We should have gone to Denny's instead.”

  Somehow, working the swing shift at Freddie's Diner wasn't exactly where Jessica thought she'd be after spending four years and more than a hundred thousand dollars earning her college degree. On the other hand, jobs were scarce in this economy, and Jessica's degree in English literature wasn't exactly the sort of degree that had job recruiters beating down your door. She wasn't exactly sure what it was she wanted to do for a living, but she was absolutely certain that waiting tables at a diner every night wasn't the career for her.

  Still, six months out of college, the job was managing to pay the rent and right now, that was better than living on the streets panhandling. The pay wasn't great, but the tips did add up and she did get to eat at work, which helped keep the grocery bills down. Eventually, she hoped to find something better to do with her time.

  Sooner, rather than later, Jessica thought to herself as accidentally dropped a piece of lemon pie in a customer's lap.

  “Miss, what are you doing?”, the man asked, incredulously.

  “Sorry, sir. Let me help clean that up. I'll get you another piece of pie.” Jessica scurried off to find a damp rag and another slice of pie.

  I need something better soon. Really soon. Please.

  At 2 AM, she got off of work, and headed home. Her roommate, Amber Mitchell, was almost certainly asleep by now. Amber was a cute redhead with a great figure, a steady boyfriend, and a marginally better job. She worked as a barista in a coffee shop and at least was home for dinner every night.

  Jessica wasn't sure which she admired more - the fact that Amber had a boyfriend or the fact that she had a job with reasonable working hours. She'd be willing to settle for either one right now. Getting both was simply too much to hope for.

  Jessica took a quick shower, changed into some shorts and a T-shirt and got some much-deserved sleep.

  She woke up the next morning and went into the kitchen to find a cup of coffee and found Amber playing with a new gadget.

  “Morning, Amber. What is that? Some sort of calculator?” Jessica asked while trying to find a clean coffee cup.

  “It's a Kindle. You know - the electronic book reader. It lets you take a couple of thousand books with you anywhere you go. Some friends at work have them, and I thought it might be fun to get one. It came in a couple of days ago, and I've been having fun with it. I'd have shown it to you sooner, but you've been working.”

  Jessica loved books, of course. After all, she was a literature major. Still, while the idea of taking an entire library with her was certainly interesting, she still liked the idea of holding a physical book in her hands. She wasn't really sure about the whole ebook thing.

  What really struck her as odd was that Amber was generally the last person she'd expect to be reading books. Amber was sweet, but she was the sort who'd generally prefer to be watching some sitcom or reality show rather than reading a book.

  “You? Reading a book? That doesn't sound like you, Amber.” Jessica finally found a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee.

  “As a rule, no, I'm not a big reader. But I'm having fun reading erotic fiction. There's a ton of it available online, and some of these stories are hot. I mean, really hot.”

  “Erotic fiction? Do you mean those Harlequin-style 'bodice rippers'? You know - the hunky guy who saves the life of the chaste maiden and marries her in the end?”

  “No. I'm talking about the hunky guy who has hot, steamy sex with the maiden who isn't chaste by any stretch of the imagination. The sex is hot and explicit. Let's put it this way - it's a good thing you can read these books using only one hand.”

  Jessica laughed. “Interesting. You've got a boyfriend, so why do you need to read explicit sex stories?”

  “It just sounded like fun. Sure, it's not as much fun as a boyfriend, but it's a whole lot less trouble. You really ought to give this thing a try and read some of these stories. They're pretty entertaining.”

  “Why not? I've got nothing to do today. Do you mind if I borrow your Kindle for the day?”

  “Not at all. Here; let me show you how it works.”

  Amber gave a quick demonstration of how to use the device and how to read stories on it. Jessica did have to admit that it was easy to use.

  As her roommate headed off to work, Jessica sat down on the sofa with her cup of coffee and the ebook reader to see what kind of erotic fiction Amber was reading. She didn't know if she'd have any interest in reading erotic fiction, but on the other hand, she didn't have a boyfriend, so perhaps reading about sex would be the next best thing.

  The book that Amber recommended to Jessica was a collection of sexy short stories. “Sexy” wasn't really accurate; all of the stories more or less consisted of wall-to-wall sex and little else. Furthermore, the stories and the characters weren't even remotely believable.

  The heroines were insatiably horny girls of 18 to 21 years of age, and all of them were gorgeous, slutty, and had ridiculously improbable figures. The men in the stories were horny, well endowed, and possessed endless stamina.

  She started reading a story called The Horny Babysitter:

  Nancy, their babysitter, had just turned 18. She also regularly turned heads. She used to be a little girl with pigtails, but now she'd grown into a fully developed woman...and then some. Frank checked her out from the driveway when he arrived to pick her up. Her ripe chest melons looked like they were going to burst out of her too-tight blouse at any second. Despite the fact that she was only 4 foot 11, her tits had to be at least 34 DD, if not bigger. Her too-short,
see-through skirt barely covered her heart-shaped ass, and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her five inch stiletto heels made her luscious legs look six feet long.

  Frank couldn't believe his wife had hired Nancy to babysit. As he watched her strut out to his car, his huge ten inch love sword grew rock hard. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he was determined to get his hands on Nancy's sweet pair of massive milkers...

  Jessica shook her head, trying to figure out which was worse - the improbable description of the young women in these stories, the badly chosen euphemisms the authors used to describe body parts, or the absurd plots. All of these women, no matter how young or naive, behaved as if they were seasoned sexual professionals with decades of experience.

  ...Nancy took all ten inches of Frank's throbbing love pole into her mouth and as he erupted, she swallowed every drop of his salty, creamy man goo. Then they cuddled and watched Sportscenter. Five minutes later she sat up and said, “I need your ten inches of hard love meat, Frank! I must come again NOW.” They had sex six more times that night, and every Tuesday thereafter when Frank's wife was at her sewing club meetings...

  Jessica couldn't read any more of this. It was all she could do to resist the urge to throw the ebook reader across the room.

  Does Amber really get off to reading this stuff? It's terrible. No, it's worse than terrible. It would have to be ten times better to qualify as terrible.

  She read a few more of the stories, and they were all the same. Young women, all built like some teenage boy's fantasy, having insane amounts of sex with boyfriends, stepfathers, football teams, circus clowns, and guys who hired them to babysit, all of whom were themselves exceptionally fit, endowed like horses, and capable of performing eight to ten times a night.

  After a while, it became more tiring than arousing, and Jessica decided to spend the afternoon at the mall. When she got home, Amber was there, preparing dinner.

  “So, Jess. What did you think about those stories? Pretty steamy, huh?”

  “Well, there was a lot of sex. But it was all so unrealistic. I mean, how many 18 year olds do you know that have had sex with the Los Angeles Dodgers? I mean, all of the Los Angeles Dodgers?”

  “Some of the stories are better than others, I'll admit. Yes, a few of them were a bit over the top...” Amber replied, as she started to build a couple of salads.

  “Over the top? The language in these stories is ridiculous! Breasts are 'juicy melons' or 'creamers' or 'bazookas.' Bazookas? Really? And why can't the author just say, 'penis?” No, it has to be a 'love wand' or 'man meat”, or a 'purple-helmeted warrior of love.' Honestly, in what universe is every guy ten inches long? On what planet do all women have double-D cup sizes?”

  “OK. You've got me on the ten inch thing. We clearly don't live in that universe”, Amber said with a laugh. “I take it you weren't aroused”, Amber said, pouring dressing on her salad.

  “It's hard to get aroused when I can't stop laughing. I could write better erotic fiction in my sleep.”

  “You probably could, so why don't you? The market for erotic fiction is huge, and there are probably a lot of women who would love to read some good sex-related fiction. I mean, I like the cheesy stories well enough, but I'd welcome something well written as much as the next woman.”

  “Me? I don't know anything about writing this sort of thing.”

  “You've got an English Lit degree, Jess. If you read enough of this stuff, you'll figure out how to write it, and write it better. There are tons of stories like this for download.”

  “I guess I'm willing to give it a try. What's the harm? If I could make a few bucks I might be able to quit my job at Freddie's. If that's all I got out of it, I'd be a happy camper.”

  That night, Jessica ordered a reader of her own and began reading erotic fiction with a vengeance. She did so for the next three weeks whenever she had some spare time. She liked the fact that she could pull the reader out and catch a few pages during breaks at work. As for the fiction, some of what she read was pretty good. On rare occasions, she even found some of it arousing. Most of it was awful. But she read as much as possible and took a lot of notes.

  Three weeks later, Jessica wrote her first story:

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  Deep Encounter on a Dark Road

  By Jessica Steel

  Rachel Adams took a final sip of coffee as she got up to get the stack of papers out of her computer printer. With her thesis finished, she could effectively call her college career “done.” She'd been working on this paper for weeks and it left her physically and emotionally drained.

  With this major effort out of the way, Rachel was looking for something relaxing to do for the evening. Unfortunately, her roommate, Brandy, was off on a date, so whatever Rachel was going to do tonight, it was going to have to be alone.

  She'd been hearing a lot lately about a new romantic thriller that was playing at the local theater called Shattered Attraction. Brandy had been raving about it, as had several of Rachel's other girlfriends. She decided to head down to the theater for a couple of hours of mindless entertainment.

  The movie was interesting enough, if a bit farfetched in the plot department, she thought.

  She did think that the lead characters were pretty compelling, and despite the thriller aspects, they did manage to survive to love one another at the end of the film. Rachel loved happy endings, especially the romantic ones.

  As the lights came on and the crowd started filing out of the theater, Rachel spotted Brandon Richards. She'd had several classes with Brandon and had a bit of a crush on him. He was a bit reserved, but stood nearly six feet tall and had beautiful brown eyes and some wavy brown hair that at times looked like it had a mind of its own. Rachel thought the crazy hair was cute.

  She had talked to Brandon a few times and they were friendly. She wasn't all that sure how interested he'd be in her, however, since he hadn't yet asked her out. She managed to catch his eye as she left the theater and entered the lobby.

  “Hi, Rachel! Are you alone? I didn't see you come in, or I'd have asked to sit with you.”

  Rachel blushed. Perhaps he was a bit interested in her after all.

  “Oh, that's OK, Brandon. I just finished my paper and I needed some mindless entertainment so I could wind down. Did you like the film?”

  “I did. I thought it was well done and I particularly liked the plot twist at the end. You?”

  “I thought it was fine, but I had some issues with the plot. Still, it was entertaining.”

  “I'll admit that the plot was pretty complicated. Say - Would you be interested in talking about it some more over a cup of coffee?” Brandon hoped she'd say yes, as he thought she looked really cute right now.

  “Sure”, Rachel's heart started racing. Brandon did look pretty good in his Dockers and blue long-sleeved shirt. She couldn't help but notice the way the Dockers hugged his tight butt.

  Yet here I am, dressed in some old jeans and a T-shirt. Stupid me!, she thought.

  I probably look dreadful. I'm not even wearing any makeup! Why didn't I take the time to put on something nice tonight?

  They headed to a coffee shop around the corner and ordered a couple of lattes and muffins. The found a table near the window. This evening had turned out to be a fortunate one for Brandon. He'd had his eye on Rachel for some time now and had been meaning to ask her out. He was just afraid that she'd say no. She was pretty enough that he thought she might be out of his league.

  He had to admit that she looked rather attractive, even in jeans and a T-shirt. She had beautiful brown eyes, and her shoulder-length brown hair had that shiny quality to it that you usually only seen on models in shampoo commercials. She also had quite a nice figure, he thought, as well as a cute little nose and a pair of lips that just looked like they were asking to be kissed.

  All of this was fairly distracting. He decided he'd better get back to talking about the movie.

>   Brandon asked her, “What didn't you like about the plot?”

  “Well, some of the romantic aspects just didn't seem all that plausible. I mean, she didn't really know this guy, and when he shows up to help her when her car breaks down, they suddenly have hot, steamy sex on the car hood right on the side of the road. That just didn't seem realistic to me.”

  “Oh, I don't know. I guess I just attributed that scene to artistic license. They did, after all, need to advance the plot and they've only got two hours to tell the story.”

  “True enough.” Rachel dunked part of her muffin into her coffee. “I guess it's not like real life where you've got unlimited time to let romance find itself.”

  They chatted some more about the film, other movies they'd seen recently, and their classes together. After a half an hour or so, Rachel decided she was tired and probably should go.