Is handsome, young Bobby Kramer a dream or a nightmare?
Thrust into her life one night, by peculiar circumstances, Loretta Bishop, seventeen years Bobbys senior, has been tasked with taking the shy, modest pretty boy under her wing and turning him into a ladys man.
Free spirited and sexually adventurous, Loretta is eminently qualified to teach him the elements of pursuit, seduction and how to please women.
At first, being with Bobby seems like a dream, but clouds begin to gather from Lorettas spotty sometime sordid past. Feeling guilt after Bobby asks to marry her, Loretta is no longer able to continue and runs away.
Now, it is up to Bobby to put the methods Loretta has taught him to practical use. Will he succeed and parlay his new talents into love, wealth and power?
EROTIC EXCERPT, Eighteen and over only:
The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”
Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it, I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”
I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”
Baby peeled off the shoulder like had Loretta minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”
Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.
She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave. “So how old are you, Baby?”
“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”
“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”
After dropping the partygoers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I had been hiking. “Where to?”
“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”
Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”
I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”
“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
“I thought you were nineteen?”
“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”
Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”
The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”
“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”
“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”
“I called her a whore?”
Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”
Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”
At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”
“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”
She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?
Baby was wearing a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”
She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”
She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.
She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.” She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”
She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft. She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.
Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy. She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”
Love and Seduction in Las Vegas
Loretta Bishop hasn’t had a good life. Falling in love with someone who didn’t return her love, only landed her pregnant. Putting the baby up for adoption, she earned her living working as a whore; a benefit that taught her how to please a man sexually. She was not afraid of any sexual inhibitors.
Bobby’s wife, Mary, left him, for his boss, leaving his ego a bit deflated. His good friend, Gary, enlist his former girlfriend, Loretta, to teach Bobby some moves he can put to good use. Bobby finds Loretta nice-looking, even though she is a number of years older. He is surprised when she offers her services of lovemaking to him to help get over his hurt. She certainly is good at her trade. Loretta finds Bobby quite handsome and can’t believe any wife would leave him.
Everything is great until Bobby learns about her past. He cannot believe she is nothing but a common whore, sleeping with men, and women. Hurt by Bobby’s choice of words, Loretta stops the car, leaving him stranded on the Maryland Parkway.
When Bobby is able to catch a ride, the young lady is more than willing to allow Bobby to show her a good time.
Loretta can’t forget Bobby. No matter how much Gary cares for her, she loves Bobby. When Mary returns to Bobby, pleading to come home, he can’t release his thoughts of Loretta. He must make a crucial choice about his career and the women in his life, especially when secrets are unraveled.
I am always amazed every time I read a book by Dee Dawning. Just when you think the next one can’t get any better, he pens a read that out tops the last. Love and Seduction in Las Vegas is more than just frolicking between the sheets. It is a story of understanding, love, and learning to accept the other, no matter what their past. The character of Loretta is convincing because there are many women caught up in the same dilemma with no where to turn. Sometimes turning to another is the only way they can find the true meaning of love and self. Yet they often pay the price by getting a bad rap. I thought it was commendable the way she shows her vulnerable side. I can understand how Bobby could react when he found out about her past. He had just been jilted by one woman, and deep down, he, too, still has a human side. The stories are believable. The sex is hotter than any sizzling skillet sitting on a hot stove. This read really leaves an impression. Rating Five Angels