Win A Kindle Copy of The Need

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  • September 8, 2015
  • Hello lovers, It’s been two weeks since the release of The Need, and what a great ride it has been so far! The Need got off to a hot start and hit #22 in the Lesbian Erotica category on Amazon. This was thanks in part to a successful blog tour and the great reviews that […]

    Hello lovers,

    It’s been two weeks since the release of The Need, and what a great ride it has been so far! The Need got off to a hot start and hit #22 in the Lesbian Erotica category on Amazon. This was thanks in part to a successful blog tour and the great reviews that started posting on Goodreads. A lot of love for The Need was also spread on Instagram, for which I am very grateful. Nothing means more to an indie author than readers helping spread the word.

    But the ride isn’t over yet. I’ve got a couple of fun giveaways up next, and stuff that I’m coordinating with book blogs as we get deeper into my favorite season: autumn.

    First, the fun giveaways. I’ve been hearing a lot about Rafflecopter this year so I’ve decided to give it a whirl. Want an Amazon Kindle copy of The Need? I know you do…:)

    This giveaway starts at midnight tonight and runs through the weekend. The winner will be announced Monday, September 14th. There are three ways to enter and rack up points. Give me some love on Facebook and Twitter and you’re sure to be in the race. Check out the entry box below once the contest starts, and tell your friends. Because…nothing means more to an indie author than readers helping spread the word.

    xxooxoxox, Hannah

    a Rafflecopter giveaway

    The Dangers Have Always Been Real

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  • August 24, 2015
  • Heather walks over to the chest and leans down to open the latch. She pulls out two large daggers. “I know if I ask Rachel to kill you, she will.” If for a moment I doubted she would take things this far, I know now that the dangers have always been real. She saunters back […]

    Heather walks over to the chest and leans down to open the latch. She pulls out two large daggers. “I know if I ask Rachel to kill you, she will.”

    If for a moment I doubted she would take things this far, I know now that the dangers have always been real.

    She saunters back to where we’re standing and places one of the daggers into Rachel’s opened hand. Rachel smiles wide, as if she’s been waiting to do this all along.

    “Which brings me to you,” she says, thrusting the other dagger against my chest. It lands heavily and almost slips from my fingers.

    “I’ve come to the conclusion that your problem is you’re not sure where your loyalties lie.” She retrieves the key from around her neck. “And that’s not good for business.” She takes a few steps back and hangs the key around Rachel’s neck. “Or pleasure.”

    Moments later, she’s slithering behind me. The fingers of her good hand swim lightly across my shoulders and neck. Her lips brush against my ear. “I love you, Angie,” she whispers, “but I’m ready to let you go.”

    The statement both crushes and relieves me. I almost don’t want it to be true. As much as I hate her for hurting me in so many ways, I still love her too. I’ve experienced more emotional and sexual highs and lows with her in one week than I have in my entire life. And part of me doesn’t want that to end. What is normal supposed to look like after this?

    She turns my head and her mouth finds mine. “You get the key from Rachel, and you can walk right out the door,” she says between kisses that are not telling the whole story. “I won’t stop you this time. I promise.”

    I can see the rage in Rachel’s eyes as she watches an intimacy between Heather and me that I know she doesn’t have.

    “Come with me,” I plead quietly, my mouth more fervent. “It doesn’t have to end like this.” I’m hoping to reach beyond her status quo to that place I know exists but that she’s afraid to tap into.

    She stiffens and pulls away from me. She’s made up her mind.

    “If you can get the key, you can leave, Angie.” She wraps her good hand around Rachel’s torso. “But if I know Rachel…” She stops to nuzzle Rachel’s head into her neck. “You’re going to have to kill her first.” She gives one of Rachel’s breasts a sardonic squeeze. “Isn’t she, baby?”

    Rachel nods.

    “If you’re wondering…” Her gaze locks with mine as she plays with the key on Rachel’s chest. “This key opens the door you need it to open.”

    The statement has cryptic overtones. I scramble to decipher what it could possibly mean as she picks up her camera and takes a seat in a director’s chair.

    “Whenever you’re ready, ladies.” She snaps a photo. “Do try to be dears,” she adds, “and stay on the stage. We wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone.”

    The clicks from her camera reverberate in my ears.

    I grip my hands around the dagger.

    Heather crosses her legs. The tight skirt she’s wearing pulls on her thighs, and her calves flex, trying to locate a sturdy spot on the footrest for the platform of her heel.

    As my toes grip at the leather lining of my wedges, I decide I’ll be better served without them and kick them to the side. I can’t believe she’s making me fight to the death. We could’ve been long gone by now. All she had to do was open that door.

    Unless there’s someone else who wants to see more. The red lights of the video cameras blink in my periphery vision.

    Heather leans forward, enough that her pillowy blouse exposes the mounds of her breasts secured in that black lace bra.

    I should’ve killed her by now. I should’ve pounded a pillow over her sleeping head in the middle of the night, or spiked her drink with too much of something I found in her medicine cabinet, the way she did mine. Or bashed her head in with that bat when I had a chance. Even if I didn’t have the right key, I would have figured out something.

    I should have been brave enough. But in the end, my rage gave way to a greater emotion. Love. But also to the self-doubt I’ve been carrying all my life. Self-doubt brought about by years of conditioning. It was easier to go along unnoticed or yell “Bubblegum.” We are all victims of circumstance—until we make a conscious decision not to be. I touch the blade with my fingers to gauge its sharpness.

    Copyright 2015 by S.L. Hannah

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    You Don’t Want My Type of Love

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  • August 19, 2015
  • I stop sucking on her nipple and look up. She’s spent. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly ajar, and her breathing is quieting. She doesn’t look like a beast on a war path anymore, only beautiful, like the night we met. It reminds me of why I was attracted to her in the […]

    I stop sucking on her nipple and look up. She’s spent. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly ajar, and her breathing is quieting. She doesn’t look like a beast on a war path anymore, only beautiful, like the night we met. It reminds me of why I was attracted to her in the first place, why I let her take me home with her, and why I allowed myself to delve into something…different. I know it was my frustration with Erik and the alcohol to an extent, and I know I blamed it on that the next day, but there was also something about her. She was the yin to my yang and I’d only ever felt that once before.

    Remembering the camera in the drawer of the end table, I reach for the latch and open it quietly, not wanting to wake her. The camera is still there, but all the receipts have been removed…it’s not important right now.

    I focus the zoom on the perfect arch of her one eyebrow and click the shutter button. Flecks of mascara have amassed under each eye and I document this next because it gives the impression of a woman who’s worked too hard to notice. The lens moves down to the dark mole near her rib cage, and every time the aperture opens and closes, I’ve caught another detail of the woman preoccupying my mind.

    If only things hadn’t gotten so ugly and complicated, and so quickly. I turn on the lamp to get a softer hue. After testing the focus about an arm’s length from where she lies, I slide back down next to her, nuzzling my face into her neck and inhaling her musty scent. Maybe she could’ve been my…I scold myself for so quickly losing sight of my mission. I’m supposed to make her fall in love with me, not the other way around.

    I run my fingers along the black lace of her bra and untwist one of the straps. I lift the camera back to where I tested the focus. Pictures begin to snap of two women in bed. Their eyes are closed. Maybe they’re sleeping, or maybe they’re enjoying a brief moment that’s out of the ordinary for both of them. They could be a couple, strictly lovers, or considering a change to the status quo.

    The camera lets out a mechanical whirl, signaling the film’s end. I lower the camera, enjoying the stillness of the moment, listening to our shallow breaths syncopate in an irregular pattern.

    “Impressive.” She yawns and stretches. “Not many people can use that piece so deftly.”

    Her voice startles me. I thought she was in a deep sleep. “Something I picked up.”

    She adjusts the underwear that’s been moved out of place and rolls to her side. Her fingers float up the side of my face and whisk the long bangs of my wig out of my eyes, carefully removing the bobby pins before sliding the entire piece off my head. “You don’t have to change a thing for me, Angie.”

    I place the camera on the bed. “I know.”

    She unbuttons the tight latex of my vest and my breasts spill out in relief. “We can develop it tomorrow.”

    My chest heaves in anticipation. “I’d like that.”

    A knowing smile curls on her face as she unzips my bottoms and peels them off. “I’d like to see what it is about me that inspired you to embrace a different destiny.”

    The cool air hits my thighs. “As if you don’t already know.”

    I reach up for her, grasping the back of her neck, biting at her shoulder, wanting to pull her in. My body in another frenzy, needing to feel her skin against my skin. If only we could completely absorb one another…

    She shifts back. “You’re trying to make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?”

    “What? No, I mean, I—”

    Her throat clears as she rolls away from me. “You don’t want my type of love.”

    “That’s not true. Why would you say that?” I reach for her but she stops me. “Love is for strangers and fools, and you and I are neither.” She sits up. “I need to cool off. It’s been another long, hot day at the office.”

    The muscles of her back flex as she fluffs out her hair.

    I watch her leisurely stroll to the bathroom before laying my head back down, not willing to accept that she doesn’t want what I thought she did all along.

    Copyright 2015 by S.L. Hannah

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