Finding Acceptance in His Arms
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Date of Publication: 3-26-15
Number of pages: 146
Word Count: 51148
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
After discovering that success in life is hollow if she can't also fulfill her most secret sexual desires, twenty-two year old Kara Gibson is desperate to meet a certain man she's heard about that can help her discreetly explore one of her most titillating fantasies.
Thus, upon instigating a sexual relationship with Evan Lars, a young man in his mid-twenties who is as handsome as he is sexually adventurous, Kara falls desperately in love with Evan from the way he easily accepts all of the unnatural things that turn her on and how he steadily proves he has her best interests at heart. But true love always comes with some sort of sacrifice, doesn't it? And so, as their romantic entanglement hurtles toward its inevitable heartbreaking end, Kara becomes determined to stay with Evan despite the harsh realities of life threatening to steal away her happily ever after.
About the Author
Edgy and provocative in his erotic writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every story he creates. To date, he's garnered eleven publishing contracts with three different publishers and has seven published books in the marketplace.
When he's not writing, he enjoys spending time with his wife, reading, taking long walks, and people watching. Yeah, he's always wondering what makes people do the things they do. He knows it's usually something hidden in plain sight. He just has to figure out what it is, much like the motivations of the characters in his stories.
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Kara moved her hips to the easy rhythm of the dimly lit dance club. From her position in front of the bar she took subtle glances at the other young clubbers along with small sips of strawberry daiquiri. The alcohol did nothing to drown the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach. Chills prickled her skin despite the temperature of the club being only slightly cooler than the hot summer’s evening outside its doors.
For the hundredth time she asked herself if she intended to actually go through with what she’d planned. And the answer, like all the other times before, continued to be yes. She had no choice. This was her last shot at real freedom.
Pertinent points of fact—the red and white striped bustier and red vinyl miniskirt she wore served one purpose and one purpose only. The outfit clung to her body, accentuating her ample breasts, small waist, and voluptuous bubble butt. The white fishnet stockings and five-inch red stilettos weren’t happenstance either. Neither was the fire engine red nail polish, the faux ruby jewelry, the dainty red purse, the perfectly applied makeup, the cloying perfume, the elegant hairdo, or the absence of any underwear.
“I am beautiful and desirable,” she whispered underneath her breath. “My light mocha skin is smooth and without blemish. My curly ebony hair shimmers with vibrancy. My sparkling gray eyes exemplify electricity in motion. He will not be able to resist what I have to offer. He will smile at me and invite me to sit down.”
To lend actual credence to her words, she reminded herself that she’d already rebuffed several cute guys in the fifteen minutes she’d been here. Even so, it worried her that Evan Lars hadn’t taken notice of her. He should have acknowledged her presence already.
Once again her gaze turned toward the back corner of the club where he shared a table with one of his many attractive female acquaintances. It didn’t faze her that he wasn’t alone, because he was a very good-looking man in his sexual prime and she didn’t live in a fairy tale.
The inevitable declared she must walk over and introduce herself.
Still, she delayed, staring at him through the dancing bodies. She believed she could see him for what he was and also for what he was not. The hopelessly romantic part of her personality wanted to swoon at his handsome angular face, close-cropped wavy blond hair, dark blue eyes, and six feet of lean, muscular body. But she couldn’t afford to swoon. Not with him. He would never return her affections.
Judging the timing correct, she left her half-finished strawberry daiquiri on the bar and sauntered through the dancing bodies to stop at his table. She extended her hand. “Excuse me, Mr. Lars. My name is Kara Gibson. I was told that you can help me find employment.”
He ignored the hand, giving her a critical look from head to toe. When he finally spoke his strong, masculine voice dripped with sarcasm. “You’ve been misinformed, little girl. I don’t own a strip club.”
The gorgeous blonde sitting across the small table quickly hid her lips behind her champagne glass, but the smile still reached her eyes.
Kara presented him a confident smile. “I’m twenty-two years old, so that disqualifies me from being a little girl, Mr. Lars. And although I do freely admit to enjoying the attention of men, I’m not an aspiring stripper.”
“Why don’t you go freshen your makeup, Stephanie?” he addressed the blonde. “This won’t take but a minute, then you can come back. I really do want to hear more about your fashion shoot in California.”
Kara waited until the model left before she seated herself. She stared into the thunderstorm raging inside Mr. Lars’s eyes. “If you’ll only give me an interview you won’t regret it. I really do need the work.”
“And what kind of work are you looking for?”
She smiled again to disguise her uneasiness. “Well, I’m open to almost anything as long it allows me to work intimately with you. I’ve heard you’re an amazing performer.”
“Is that a fact?”
“That’s what I keep hearing.”
“Do you even know what will be required of you? Or did you just hear the rumors circulating around this nightclub and think, ‘Oh wow! That sounds so glamorous!’ Well, let me tell you something, it isn’t very glamorous at all. It’s a lot of damned hard work. “ He stared her down in yet another appraisal. “However, I’ll let you state your references since you seem so eager. You have thirty seconds to make me want to work with you.”
“I-I-I have no references.” Kara’s mind spun. She hadn’t expected this. She’d taken the time to dress the part and introduce herself, so he was supposed to want to work with her.
An uncomfortable silence descended. For whatever reason, Mr. Lars showed mercy. “How did you hear about me?”
She breathed a secret sigh of relief. She could answer this. “A woman in my apartment building claims to have worked with you before. Her name is Jennifer . She offered to introduce me to you next week but I didn’t want to wait.”
Mr. Lars frowned at his shot of whiskey before killing it in a single gulp. “I appreciate your interest in working with me, Ms. Gibson, but please go away. I’m on a date and you’re interrupting it.”
Kara could hardly believe the interview was over. She stared in shock and dismay, her mouth falling opening with no words coming out.
The bartender poured the drinks and slid them across the bar.
“Thanks,” Evan said. He handed Kara her champagne and then tossed back his shot of whiskey in a single gulp. He didn’t order another. Winking at her, he weaved her through the crowd, offering polite greetings in passing to the various men and women who made eye contact with him. She followed his lead and did the same. They ended up standing directly in front of the stage, several yards away from any of the other guests.
He leaned down to whisper into her ear. “You certainly have poise, girl. You didn’t even flinch when Lance made his grab for you.”
She took a sip of her champagne. “I trusted you to stop him. If you remember, you once said that you wouldn’t ever let anything happen to me in your presence. I took you at your word.”
He smiled with admiration filling his eyes. “You look beautiful tonight. And I love the way your figure fills out all the right places in that dress. The color yellow really suits you. Plus, your perfume is intoxicating.”
“Thank you.” Kara smiled up at him, noticing again for perhaps the fiftieth time how great he looked and also smelled tonight. She categorized the latter as clean soap combined with a hint of musk. As afterthought, she added, “You look and smell really nice too.”
He transitioned into holding her free hand. “I’m starting to really like you, do you know that?”
She took a sip of champagne, enjoying the intimacy they shared. “Please remember to tell me that again some other time when we have a bit more privacy.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned. “I might surprise you.”
“And don’t you tempt me with a good time.” She giggled. “I’ll climb right on board every time.”
He chuckled. “I’m sure you would.”
“Try me later tonight and I’ll prove it to you.”
A comfortable silence engulfed them as the lighting in the room dimmed. The curtains opened up to reveal the stage. A lithe woman in a form-fitting black latex bodysuit stood in the center of a spotlight. She appeared twentyish and very attractive with short blonde hair and a slim face.
This woman held her arms out as she addressed the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please? We’ve got a great exhibition in store for you. Her name is Isabella, and she has agreed to queen for us this evening. She revealed to me earlier in private that queening in front of an audience is her number one unfulfilled sexual fantasy.”
A few cheers from the audience echoed around the room and the blonde bobbed her head in deference. More cheers followed.
The blonde motioned her hands for silence. “Now, we’ve all been there, haven’t we? We’ve struggled at some point to find the right person or persons to help us achieve our heart’s greatest sexual desire. And so, all of you know as well as I that unfulfilled sexual desires can affect a person much like an untreated illness does. It twists us all up inside and gnaws away at us until we are only a shell of our former selves. The only cure to keep from finally succumbing to despair and then sheer madness is the achievement of said fantasy. Thankfully, in this house we can all be as we were meant to be. Beautiful, desirable, and uninhibited! Please put your hands together for Queen Isabella and her loyal subjects!”
Amidst the cursory applause, the orator took a deep bow and walked off stage as the truth conveyed in her words seeped into Kara’s heart. She inadvertently glanced up at Evan. She could tell by the approbation displayed in his face that he also identified with the declaration. She squeezed his hand tightly to let him know she now understood why he continually urged her to never give up her strange sexuality under the pressure of other people’s negative opinions. His reasons seemed transparent to her now. He’d always had her best interest at heart.
In this moment of clarity she let herself embrace her great love for him, wholly and completely. She forced her gaze back onto the stage to keep him from discovering her ascension into love.
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