Trace, a movie stuntman, will do anything--anything at all--for his best friend's widow. He sets out to give Allie what she asked for, a vacation at the House of a Thousand Pleasures, complete with a very lifelike robot who is going to make her wildest sexual dreams come true.
Allie soon learns the robot is really Trace. He's on a mission--to make Allie love him enough to overlook the fact he's in the same business that killed her husband, and take him on for more than a few days of pure sexual pleasure.
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1 . Awesome.
Posted October 08, 2010 by nichole , lincolnI thought this story was excellent. I'll definitely be reading more of her stuff.
2 . bad
Posted August 28, 2010 by C , oklahoma cityThank goodness this was free! I would have been mad if I had paid money for that. It was a simple, and awful story.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Her Very Special Robot by Ann Jacobs
Allie hadn't seen him since his temporary transformation, except for that one night last week when he'd dropped off her holiday itinerary. He'd had the good sense then to stay outside and away from her front porch light, keeping his stocking cap down low over his head and ears. It had been damn difficult, because he'd felt her need and smelled that distinctive feminine musk. She'd been so desperately aroused that he was certain she'd have fucked him right there in the doorway if he'd indicated the slightest willingness to take her up on her invitation.
But he'd already made his plans, and he hadn't been about to screw with them for one night's satisfaction. No, he wanted Allie for a lifetime. And he intended to show her how far he was ready to go to earn her love, how he'd put her first even if it meant he'd have to pass on stunt jobs that put him too much at risk.
Shit, he'd tell her why he'd happened to become an ersatz android in the first place, so he could earn more than stuntman pay while keeping his ass out of mortal danger.
Trace grinned at his reflection again and picked up a heavy gold and silver chain studded with red-and-green crystals. Threading it through one of his nipple rings first, he passed it through the other nipple ring and his PA and fastened the clasp. With the red eyes, the chain and the stones in his ladder piercings winking in the reflected light, he thought he made a fitting holiday gift.