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She collapsed from Medlock’s lap, crawling towards Turner instinctively. Cardinal Turner met the crying women with open arms, scooping her up against his body, and holding her there. Solace. That was what she needed now, and that was all he offered. For the longest time there was silence, save for the throaty sobs which escaped Delia’s mouth from time to time, but after a while, even those began to calm.
Medlock and Brogan roused, shifting from their places and taking up new locations as they waited to see what would happen. How would Delia be feeling when her head cleared? Would she be receptive to the new ideas the three of them had in mind now that her daily penance had been observed? But they knew better than to force things. Serving God had taught them patience, and they waited for the little lamb to stir.
After a while, her face lifted from its place against Turner’s vestments, the scarlet of his robes wet from her tears. She blinked down at the wet patch she’d created, blushing lightly in acknowledgement.
“I’m sorry, Cardinal.” Her words were little more than a murmur.
“No more apologies today,” he told her softly. As he spoke, his right arm shifted from its place around her and meandered to her hot, tear-stained face. Turner brushed away the dark hair sticking to the side of her face, the soft caress capturing her attention immediately.
“Your absolution is close, Delia. Just a few more days and we feel sure you’ll have earned God’s forgiveness.” Her brows knitted at his words, and the hand at her face travelled lightly to her right cheek, Turner’s thumb stroking the flesh there tenderly.
“A few more days?” she croaked. “But, Cardinal, I don’t know how much more I can bear.” Delia’s hand slipped reflexively to her punished backside as if to reinforce the point.
“I know,” Turner replied. “You will be sore, but that is the point. A punishment which does not sting will not change your future behaviour. But you have done so well already. We know that you will bear it, Delia, and then your sins will be cast aside.” She sighed, the sound loud in the silence of the room.
“I hadn’t expected this to be so…” she hesitated, searching for the right word. “Tough.” Turner smiled.
“Nothing good comes without effort, little lady.” He drew her face closer towards him, and to his relief, she didn’t offer any resistance as his large fingers guided her forward. “There shouldn’t only be effort though.” Turner’s words were a low, sensual whisper, vibrating over her body. Delia’s eyes widened, and despite her obvious discomfort, she shifted on his lap.
“No?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “What else should there be, Cardinal?” Turner’s loins stirred at her question, and he noticed how large her pupils had become. If he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn the little lamb was open to his advances.
“Reward,” he told her. “A reward for all your efforts. God is merciful, remember?”
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The three of them made their way through the narrow halls, Delia trapped between the leading figure of Brogan and the even taller Cardinal Turner, who seemed to tower over her. As they walked, Turner insisted on asking her a variety of inane questions, none of which had anything to do with the reasons she was actually here, or what in the hell they were planning to do with her.
Nervous butterflies stretched their wings as her mind considered what the options could be. Her uncle had been disappointed at her behaviour—angry even—but surely, he wouldn’t leave her in the care of men who would hurt her? And anyway, she reassured herself as Turner chatted on, there were laws against that. They couldn’t touch her, but they could intimidate, and if she was honest, they already had.
It was true, no overt threats had been made, but still there was something. Something imperceptible, something in the air here like a lingering scent. Delia could sense it instinctively, although she couldn’t give the sensation a name. The worst of it was though, it wasn’t just trepidation that the atmosphere produced in her tightly-wound body, it was also arousal. Delia hadn’t had that much experience with boys her own age. Uncle Nicholas had always made that prospect practically impossible, but she had dated a couple, breaking out of the house after hours when her aunt and uncle had believed she was sleeping.
Neither Timmy Blore, nor Steve Furst had been much to talk about. They had really just been fumbles in the dark, but the experiences had taught her one thing; she enjoyed a man taking control. And every time Brogan and Turner had stood up to her today, Delia had felt the tension in her core, and that hot, slick arousal which had collected at the apex of her thighs. The thought of whatever was about to transpire in Turner’s office made her feel giddy, though she realised that was stupid. Whatever was on the cards for her, these men were priests. They didn’t see her that way. No doubt she was little better than a naughty school-girl to them, although she’d been in college now for nearly three years.
“And you’re at college, Delia,” Turner asked. “Is that right?”
His question cut through her internal monologue, and she nodded, trying to compose herself before she answered the hot-looking priest with the astonishing blue eyes. He was older than Father Brogan, but every inch as tempting.
Stop it, she chastised herself. Stop thinking that way. This is the sort of shit that landed you in trouble in the first place. If you hadn’t been trying to impress Steve, then you’d never have stolen the damn cigarettes in the first place.
“Yes, Cardinal,” she replied, unable to meet his piercing gaze as it drilled into her. His eyes were like the colour of a tropical ocean, and were quite unlike anything Delia had ever seen before. “I had been thinking of going on to university.”
“So, you’re a bright young woman,” he responded, flashing her an absolutely devastating smile. “Pray tell, why it has taken you so long to complete your college course?” Delia grimaced. Perfect, now she had to admit yet more misdemeanours.
“I’ve had to retake one of the years,” she admitted, lowering her gaze to the floor.
“Why?” Turner asked in a knowing tone which made her wonder if he didn’t have the
answer from her uncle already.
“I didn’t take my studies seriously at first,” she conceded, the words falling from her
in one, long rush. “I was distracted.”
Delia lifted her chin, catching Turner’s haunting gaze still fixed on her.
“I see,” he replied. “Perhaps you have been in need of our guidance for a while,
Delia?”
She nodded, uncertain what she should say. She still didn’t want to be here, but there
was something disturbingly alluring about being around these men. If she was forced to endure this social isolation, then at least she could enjoy their company and easy-on-the-eye aesthetics.
“We’ll do our best to help you,” the cardinal assured her, “but you have to promise me one thing, Delia.”
The sound of her name on his lips made her gulp. It was like a reflex. “What’s that, Cardinal Turner?”
“You have to promise to be my good girl, Delia,” he told her in what sounded like a deliberately seductive tone. “No running, no fighting and no more speaking out of line. You will take your punishment, and then you’ll receive atonement.”
Turner’s words washed over her like a wave, sending her thoughts scattering.
Punishment? Had he just said punishment? Sure, Uncle Nicholas had inferred there would be consequences; he’d said that was what she needed, but what the fuck did that mean? She was a grown woman, for God’s sake! What were they going to do to her? Throw her in the dungeon? A shiver ran down her spine at the prospect, its resonance connecting with her sex in the most delicious way. Delia didn’t know what was wrong with her, but somehow the idea sounded magnificent.
“Delia?” Those blue eyes were boring into her again. “Delia, can you do that? Can you be my good girl?”
She turned her head to see Turner’s perfect gaze again. Fuck. How can you resist temptation like that, she wondered? He might be dressed like a priest, but she bet under that robe was all the equipment she wanted.
“Yes, Cardinal.” Oh God, she was practically panting now. What must he think of her? “I can try.”
I love how these two characters are developing, Molly and Conner are super fun to write! This week, Molly thinks she has had enough, but Conner certainly disagrees.
The spanking continued over Connor’s lap, Molly’s behind now surely on fire as his palm connected with her ass again. Her bottom felt several times larger than it had done before, and she wondered if and how she’d be able to sit once he’d finally finished.
He spanked her again and this one felt hard, even in spite of all of the previous swats. The next strike was harder still, and she gasped, fighting to resist the urge to try and move from her place.
“Please,” she murmured in desperation. “I’m sorry, Sir, but please. It hurts so damn much!”
It was a humiliating thing to admit, particularly in light of the position she found herself – upturned over a stranger’s lap for a bare bottomed spanking – but she was past caring about that now. It did hurt, a lot, and she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.
“Hush,” came Connor’s reply. “I don’t need your opinion, Molly. You’ll be punished until I am satisfied, and if you can’t keep quiet then I’ll be forced to gag that pretty little mouth of yours again. Got it?”
His voice was as hard and unrelenting as his palm, and she knew in that moment that there was little point in further protest. Connor had all the power, and she really didn’t want to end up gagged during the ordeal as well as bound and humbled.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered into the bedding, uncertain if her voice would even carry to where he sat. “I’ve got it.”
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“I’m sorry,” she whispered, apologising yet again, but this time her tone was raspy, her lust evident as she spoke, or maybe it was her trepidation? Connor couldn’t be sure.
He watched her, a small smile spreading across his face. “I know you are,” he cooed, “but sorry isn’t good enough. I asked you to drink all of the chocolate, and you failed in that challenge. That means, despite your very best efforts, you need to be punished.” Connor didn’t even try to hide the happiness in his voice as he cast his verdict, the look on her face making his cock throb with excitement.
“P-punished?” Her voice was low and sensual, but he could hear the anxiety in it.
“Nothing too dramatic,” he reassured her. “It’s the middle of the night for Christ’s sake, and I’m shattered, but you need to learn obedience, pet. On this point, and on every point.”
“I want to obey,” she replied in a shaky tone, “please don’t hurt me.”
That look in her eyes moved him. Yes, his cock was pulsating with undeniable need – a fact that Molly was no doubt aware of, given her close proximity – but it was more than that. It wasn’t just the sadist in him that her doleful expression called to, it was the man as well. At that moment she needed looking after, and protecting, and he was the lucky bastard who’d get to fulfil both desires. He’d give her the spanking of her life, and then he’d be there to console her.
“Remember what I told you before?” He told her. His voice had become a soft, sensual purr, and she raised her chin to meet his gaze. “I will hurt you, but I won’t cause you permanent harm. You need to be punished, pet, but then, you already know that don’t you?”
Molly was shaking her head, tears collecting in her eyes as she blinked at him. “But, I…” She hesitated, the urgency evident in her eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Connor gave her an intentionally dark stare before he continued. “You don’t get to decide when you’re punished,” he sneered. “Or when your behaviour is acceptable or not. You are my pet now. You exist to please me, write for me and do as you’re told.”
He saw her gulp at that, and he hoped the reality of his words settled over her. For a moment there was silence, apart from her ragged breathing. “Do you understand?” He asked her, his tone low. Molly nodded.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, slowly. “I understand.” That was good enough for Connor for the time being, and he backed away, returning to his place on the bed.
“Get up here then,” he ordered, beckoning to her with the index finger of this right hand. “I need to spank you now.” She rose on shaky legs, her chains all rattling at the same time as she stood before him. Connor’s eyes scanned over her gorgeous body, the metal at her wrists and the chain hanging between her breasts. Fuck, she was fabulous, and she was all his.
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The peace of Pleasant Valley has been shattered. The feud between the Tewksbury and Graham families has escalated from a sheep versus cattle dispute to a war over access to the only water in the valley – the Wide Muddy River. Hope Tewksbury and Joseph Graham have found love, and now they must find peace.
Dr. Amy Toller is an alien anthropologist studying the fourth planet orbiting the star Chi. She is searching the Galaxy for clues to humanity’s past, and the mythical planet called Earth. She and her fellow scientists infiltrate Pleasant Valley, which mimics the American West of the 1880’s. Their goal is to discover what these distant cousins know of humanity’s birthplace. But first, they must end the bloodshed.
Will Hope and Joseph’s love be thwarted by the hatred their families feel for each other?
Sorting through and testing the products, instruments, supplies, and devices left over from Doc Bellingham was a tedious, ongoing chore. David was stymied by some of the items, and resorted to capturing visual images, relaying those back to the starship Wilhelm, for identification.
He held up a thermometer and examined it. “It’s a good thing I took a class in Primitive Medical Tools and Procedures at the University.”
Amy shivered. “Sounds horrible.”
“It was quite a popular class, believe it or not.” He grinned. “Do you know what this is?”
“It’s a thermometer.”
“Yes, but, what kind of thermometer is it?”
Understanding dawned on Amy as she took one look at the devilish grin on David’s face.
He closed the gap between them, and wiggled it under her nose. “It’s a rectal thermometer.”
“Ah,” she said, ducking away from him. “You keep that thing away from me.”
He shook it and attempted to read from it. He winked at her. “I’m not sure it’s working. I think we need to test this.”
She crossed her arms. “May I remind you that I’m your superior officer on this mission? If you wish to test it, then shove it—”
David set the thermometer on the table, and drew Amy into his arms. “You don’t need to remind me. You know I’d give my life for this mission, and for you, if need be.” He kissed her. “I only thought we could have a little fun. What do you say, Nurse, shall we play Doctor?”
“I’ve already seen yours, Doctor,” she giggled. “Several times. And, you’ve seen mine.”
He grinned and tapped his foot. “Well?”
She nodded. “Okay, let’s play.”
David let her go, and went to the supply cabinet where he pulled out a few items.
Amy prepared the examination table by laying a strip of clean fabric over its leather padding.
“Doctor needs the patient to undress.” David sat on the stool he used for exams and waited for Amy to remove her nurse’s smock.
Even though he was one of her lovers and had seen her nude many times, Amy assumed a coy pose. She enjoyed teasing him. Dropping her gaze, she fumbled with the buttons on her dress.
“Nervous?” David asked, with a mild jibe in his voice.
Amy gave him a bashful smile while unbuttoning the rest of her dress. Holding the gown in place for a moment, she caught his eye, then let the dress fall to the floor. She lifted the hem of her chemise, and slowly pulled it over her head. Tossing it aside, she stood fully naked in front of him.
“I love that you aren’t wearing those old fashioned corsets and bloomers all the other ladies wear. It makes things so much easier.” David crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
She stepped over her dress, and stood between his knees.
“I gave up wearing a corset on my second day here. It was too uncomfortable. So, how is it you know what the other ladies wear under their clothes?”
“I’m the town doctor. I know what everyone wears.”
Her nipples peaked, and he leaned forward to caress them with his tongue. At the same time, he stroked the back of her thighs. Amy whimpered.
“Not yet, my sweet. We have some gadgets to check out. I want you to lie on the examining table on your tummy, with your legs spread wide.”
I love a dominant man, she thought and followed his orders.
David spread her buttocks open, and used his finger to apply a dollop of something cold and greasy between her bare bottom cheeks.
Amy flinched.
“Steady now. It’s only a pasty mix of olive oil and water. It will ease the passage of the thermometer.” He rubbed some into her nether hole.
Amy stiffened as David pressed the glass tube against her rosette, but he gave her a sharp smack on her fanny.
“The good doctor will spank a naughty patient, if he has to.”
The sharp sting caused her to take a deep breath and collect herself. It relaxed her, and she wished he would do it again.
“I-I’ve never been probed there before.” The statement was a half lie; she had not been probed there since her body rejuvenation.
David pushed, and the tip slipped past the tiny circle of her sphincter.
“I see that you are already enjoying it.” He worked it deeper, and twirled it around. “All right, I need you to hold still, miss. It will take a few minutes for your temperature to display.” He placed his other hand on her bottom as if he owned it. “Young lady, is your stomach bothering you?” He adopted an authoritative tone. “Have you had any digestive problems of late?”
She said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’ve been nervous lately.”
“Say no more. I will delve deep into this problem.”
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“Over my lap, beautiful.” His voice was sensual as he gave the order, and the look in his eyes was mesmerizing. Lauren felt her feet shuffling forward, although she wasn’t sure she had commanded them to move. In a heartbeat she was at his side, her pulse racing as his right hand rose to take her small hand.
“Lauren.” His voice was calm, but his intent was clear. She needed to be over his lap now. Lurching forward, she draped herself over his thighs. All at once she recalled the discomfort of the position as her fingers grazed the lush carpet.
Blake’s hand was at the back of her knees, the sensation making Lauren squirm as his digits trailed higher up her legs. Once it reached the orbs of her ass, it paused, massaging them gently as though he wanted to reassure her. And then it was gone, and there was nothing. No words, no sensations, only the sound of her own ragged breathing.
The weight of Blake’s hand came crashing down against her behind. Even though Lauren had been expecting it, the impact still made her gasp, her fingers balling into fists. He spanked her again, his large palm landing against the middle of her bottom. S
he had an idea that he wasn’t using the full force of his hand, but it was enough. As the third strike resonated, the sting seemed overwhelming. He spanked her again and again; swats landing in fast succession. As the strikes rained down, Lauren wondered if she could really get through such a tough spanking.
“Sir?” Her voice sounded hoarse as she spoke, but she didn’t know if it was the pain or the sexual tension in her body. Blake’s hand landed upon her ass once more, but then it paused, squeezing her tender left cheek.
“What is it, Lauren?”
“I know I deserve to be punished, but please, this is too much.” She sounded pitiful, but it was true.
Raised in a dour religious sect, Alethea Allerton dreams of dancing, laughter, and love. She fell for the Earl of Deanswood within five minutes of meeting him. They married by special licence a week later, but he’d rather spend time with his mistress than bed his wife. Alethea has no idea how to seduce her husband. Desperate, she visits a house of ill-repute and hires a tutor. He agrees to meet all the costs as long as she remains blindfold throughout their lessons.
The Earl of Deanswood, a Waterloo veteran, wed Alethea to father an heir. He steps in as her tutor but he teaches her as much about spanking as sex.
Alethea survives an attempt on her life. Circumstances implicate Deanswood, and terrified, she flees London. He pursues her, and when he kisses her, she recognises the touch and taste of him. She’s hurt and humiliated by his deception.
Deanswood sets out to win back her trust. Along the way, he teaches her about ropes, spectators in the bedroom, submission, and sex toys. Only one thing mars their happiness. Someone wants Alethea dead.
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Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”
Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”
Stonehurst leaned back and savored a second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”
Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”
All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.
He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
He should have made it clear that he expected to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.
Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”
“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.
Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”
Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.
Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”
Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.
When he learned his wife planned to cuckold him, his eyes narrowed and lips thinned in anger. A trip to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing salon beckoned. Going a few rounds with the champion might calm his soul.
Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”
Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much.
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They started for the large stairwell, but Lauren’s small strides couldn’t match Blake’s massive ones. At the bottom of the steps, he paused, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was alongside him he swooped, seizing Lauren in his strong arms before carrying her up the staircase.
On the top landing, he crashed into the closest bedroom, Blake’s left arm slamming the door open as Lauren gripped onto his muscular neck. Her eyes blinked around the room, its luxurious décor apparently lost on her at this moment. He sat down on the bed, releasing her onto his lap.
“Stand in front of me,” he instructed, his voice calm despite the abrupt show of his authority. She obeyed, her heart threatening to rise into her throat as she raised her eyes to look upon him.
His earlier words swirled around and around her head. Are you going to take your spanking? Your spanking… It was like every deed, every moment, every illicit fantasy had all been leading her to this moment. This moment with Blake Anderson. He nodded.
“Thank you,” he replied, “although your display of obedience at this juncture isn’t going to save you from this spanking.”
“I know,” she croaked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Blake lifted his palm to halt her words.
“Enough,” he said sharply. “There’s little point, sweetheart. We both know that you did mean to. In fact, I wonder if this wasn’t your plan all along?” She blanched, shifting her weight awkwardly between her legs. Perhaps he was right? She had been dreaming of this spanking for so long, it was possible that she’d pushed him on purpose, refusing to eat more just to enact the consequences.
“Well, you wanted a date filled with spanking, Lauren, and it begins now.” He stared at her, his expression gleeful. “Over my lap.”
Lauren gulped at the order, although her feet were already moving, doing Blake’s bidding. She stumbled to his right side, positioning herself at his knees before turning and bending over his thighs. There was silence as she yielded, the only sound her ragged breathing as she finally got into position.
Lying upturned over a man’s lap this way was a lot more uncomfortable than she’d ever imagined. His thighs pressed into her lower ribs and belly, and her behind felt absurdly vulnerable.
“Thank you for doing what I’ve asked, sweetheart,” murmured Blake from over her. As he spoke, his hands yanked at the back of her dress, pushing the linen up toward her shoulders. “I know this is your first spanking, so I’ll try to go easy on you, but I want this to hurt. I want you to remember the sting of my palm, and what happens to you when you defy me. You got it?”
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There’s a small chuckle from over me, and then all at once his palm leaves my jeans briefly, before it comes crashing back down against me. I think I gasp at the impact, my mind registering the pain, although I barely care.
He’s spanking me again, giving me what I want, and what I need, and for the longest time, that’s all I can think about. I stop fighting, my body slumping over his long limbs as the swats fall over me, his palm landing over and over again.
I groan as the pain builds, the heat radiating from my spanked behind and pooling between my legs. Christ it hurts, but I love it, and I wonder how I’ll ever move forward without this discipline in my life. The swats cease all at once, and his large palm comes to rest over my smarting bottom.
“Professor, please!” I wail, hating how desperate I feel at this moment. I don’t know what I’m calling for. Perhaps I want more of the pain, or maybe, I’m just appalled at myself for needing it.
“What is it, Zoe?” he asks, his tone raspy as he answers.
“Why have you stopped?” I feel my face flame a deeper shade of red at the question, but the words are out before the logical part of my brain can stop them. He laughs from over the top of me, and I tense at the sound.
“You’re enjoying this rather more than I expected,” he chuckles. “Usually a few hard swats will inspire some more dedication on the part of the reader, but with you, it seems not to be the case…” There’s a pause, and silence falls over the space. The energy within me furls as I wait for him to continue.
“Let me think,” he goes on. “Perhaps I’ll need to deliver a bare-bottom spanking to really get your attention, Zoe?”
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Happy release day to me! I am so excited for you to read my short story in the N.E.R.D anthology, Zoe’s Impetus. This is one hot for teacher story that I can’ t wait for you to get your hands on.
Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, Machiavellian and highly-skilled men who aren’t afraid to take control.
In this collection of short stories, we explore the N.E.R.D. in all the usual settings you’d find one. From comic-cons to classrooms, to even alien spaceships, we bring you the N.E.R.D. in his full glory. The action is hot, the situations charming, and the men — they are total N.E.R.D.s.
So what is Zoe’s Impetus about? Check out the blub:
I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil’s the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?
I hope you check out the other stories too, Cosplay Connection and Alien Online by Golden Angel, Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels, The Mugged and the Restless by Morganna Williams, Walking Disaster by Rue Raven, Of Demons and Nerds by Jack Crosby, and The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas. It is such a fun anthology. Let me know what you think of it!
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