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|  | | Broken Vows
Curiosity can kill more than just a cat…
What happens when a man’s own insecurity sparks a jealous flame? Is it really true that deep down inside, every woman wonders about experiencing a secret rendezvous with another woman? Can a strong marriage survive, despite a tangled web of lies and betrayal?
Dominic and Yvonne are enjoying a loving marriage until Dominic’s suspicions, fueled by his own self-loathing from lacking a steady job, cause an emotional explosion with more than just two casualties. Infidelity and sexual exploration intertwine and result in an unpredictable twist of fate.
EXCERPT FROM BROKEN VOWS:
Yvonne walked into an unlit home. She heard faint music wafting from the upstairs bedroom and smiled to herself. When she turned the corner of the hallway to head upstairs, she saw peach-scented votive candles lining the stairway, one on each stair. She took off her suit jacket, throwing it over her shoulder. Looking into the bedroom, she saw that it was dark. The music was coming from the bathroom.
“Dom?” She called into the darkness.
“Follow the candles.”
Yvonne obliged, following the candles into the bathroom, where appr | |  | | In the Panty Drawer - Journey Into The Mind Of A Sexual Woman
From the author who brought you last years smash hit novel, BROKEN VOWS, comes a sizzling new collection of steamy erotica stories. With a uniquely dark perspective on human sensuality, Pitre expertly weaves impressive character-driven adventures. Receive an all-access pass into an exclusive swingers club. Be the fly on the wall in the mansion of the beautiful and abused trophy wife. Find out what happens to a sex-starved housewife when she is caught being naughty on a lonely Louisiana interstate.
Naiomi Pitre possesses a startling ability to draw you into her characters lives and not let you go until you've turned the very last page, hungry for more. Readers will not be disappointed in this latest release from the woman who has hit the literary world like a lightning bolt. Order your copy now!
THE AUTHOR
What a day… I drag my tired bones through my pretentious hotel suite, depositing my recently emptied champagne glass on the end table by the couch. My blood red lipstick leaves my mark, like a scene in one of those predictable television police drama series. Could've been better, could've been worse…
The women who composed the African American Womens Literary League of New York (AAWLLNY) were boisterous, full of questions, and always ready to laugh at one of my witty jokes. They were also the cheapest gaggle of women that I had encountered since I began |
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