FREE!!!! Book 1 in the Internet Dating Chronicles – Flirting with Thirty THE BABYSITTER What happens when a 33 year old guy IMs a woman old enough to be his… babysitter? She’d forgotten what it was like… Dana Jenkin’s job as author of erotic romance has her penning hot stories for the pleasure of others. But the forty-nine-year-old’s ugly divorce and busy life as the mother of teenagers means her real life isn’t anywhere near as steamy as the stories she writes. In a wine-fueled pity party, she sets up an online dating profile, never expecting the breath-stealing response from a hunky-but-much-younger man. He always had a thing for the babysitter… Scott Masters may be sixteen years Dana’s junior, but his hottest fantasies are fueled by the photo of the sexy woman old enough to have been his babysitter. He can’t resist sharing them with her in one-handed sexting that has them both panting for more. Dana writes fantasies. She doesn’t live them. But her fantasies might just be turning into reality now that she’s met the one man whose way with words might just rival her own. EXCERPT: “Hello, beautiful.” Now that was a greeting. I sat at my desk in my home office and adjusted the monitor so I could read the tiny print above the instant message window on the internet dating site—the internet dating site I was wondering why in the hell I’d even bothered with. I didn’t even want to date. And, hell, I’d left my profile open since I’d checked it before my run and shower this morning. Nothing said desperate like leaving the thing open for hours. “How are you?” Mr. LAX7615, age thirty-three, was hot if the picture could be believed. Thirty-three? Thirty-three? The guy “hello”-ing me was sixteen years younger than I was. This was exactly why I should never have signed on and paid money to join this site. “???” Geez, the guy was persistent. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Don’t do this, Dana Mallory Jenkins-Smith. Not a good idea. Probably, but I had, after all, paid my hundred and fifty bucks for six months. Might as well get something out of it and if an ego boost was my reward, well, hey, we could all use one of those. I started typing: “I’m wondering why a thirty-three year old is IM’ing a forty-nine year old.” I paused over the Send button then added, “I’m old enough to be your babysitter.” I hit Send. Poor misguided guy must have missed my age. I mean, I knew it was a decent picture of me, but sixteen years was still sixteen years and he was closer to thirty while I was knocking on fifty’s door. “I always had a thing for the babysitter.” Um… Okay. So that was how this was going to go. “And my best friend’s mom.” Oh boy. Here it comes. The thing was, this guy didn’t know what I did for a living. I wrote romance, specifically, erotic romance. I wrote the fantasies people had but didn’t act on. I certainly didn’t, but I didn’t have any trouble writing them. And here was one just begging to be put to paper. I straightened my back and flexed my fingers. Game on. “Was your friend’s name Stacey?” “Huh?” Oh, geez. The age gap was showing already. “Your friend. Was her name Stacey? You know, like the song?” “ No. But her mom was hot.” “That must have been, um, interesting. Did your friend ever know?” “No.” Okay, obviously the guy wasn’t the most verbal. Which led me to wonder, again, why he was IM’ing a woman my age. “But she knew.” Strike my last comment. “The mom knew you had a crush on her?” “Yup.” “How?” I waited a couple of heartbeats, then watched his answer appear on the screen. “I took her panties.” *** KINDLE: http://ift.tt/1ByPzD8 NOOK: http://ift.tt/164tvsc by Judi Fennell

FREE!!!! Book 1 in the Internet Dating Chronicles – Flirting with Thirty THE BABYSITTER What happens when a 33 year old guy IMs a woman old enough to be his… babysitter? She’d forgotten what it was like… Dana Jenkin’s job as author of erotic romance has her penning hot stories for the pleasure of others. But the forty-nine-year-old’s ugly divorce and busy life as the mother of teenagers means her real life isn’t anywhere near as steamy as the stories she writes. In a wine-fueled pity party, she sets up an online dating profile, never expecting the breath-stealing response from a hunky-but-much-younger man. He always had a thing for the babysitter… Scott Masters may be sixteen years Dana’s junior, but his hottest fantasies are fueled by the photo of the sexy woman old enough to have been his babysitter. He can’t resist sharing them with her in one-handed sexting that has them both panting for more. Dana writes fantasies. She doesn’t live them. But her fantasies might just be turning into reality now that she’s met the one man whose way with words might just rival her own. EXCERPT: “Hello, beautiful.” Now that was a greeting. I sat at my desk in my home office and adjusted the monitor so I could read the tiny print above the instant message window on the internet dating site—the internet dating site I was wondering why in the hell I’d even bothered with. I didn’t even want to date. And, hell, I’d left my profile open since I’d checked it before my run and shower this morning. Nothing said desperate like leaving the thing open for hours. “How are you?” Mr. LAX7615, age thirty-three, was hot if the picture could be believed. Thirty-three? Thirty-three? The guy “hello”-ing me was sixteen years younger than I was. This was exactly why I should never have signed on and paid money to join this site. “???” Geez, the guy was persistent. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Don’t do this, Dana Mallory Jenkins-Smith. Not a good idea. Probably, but I had, after all, paid my hundred and fifty bucks for six months. Might as well get something out of it and if an ego boost was my reward, well, hey, we could all use one of those. I started typing: “I’m wondering why a thirty-three year old is IM’ing a forty-nine year old.” I paused over the Send button then added, “I’m old enough to be your babysitter.” I hit Send. Poor misguided guy must have missed my age. I mean, I knew it was a decent picture of me, but sixteen years was still sixteen years and he was closer to thirty while I was knocking on fifty’s door. “I always had a thing for the babysitter.” Um… Okay. So that was how this was going to go. “And my best friend’s mom.” Oh boy. Here it comes. The thing was, this guy didn’t know what I did for a living. I wrote romance, specifically, erotic romance. I wrote the fantasies people had but didn’t act on. I certainly didn’t, but I didn’t have any trouble writing them. And here was one just begging to be put to paper. I straightened my back and flexed my fingers. Game on. “Was your friend’s name Stacey?” “Huh?” Oh, geez. The age gap was showing already. “Your friend. Was her name Stacey? You know, like the song?” “ No. But her mom was hot.” “That must have been, um, interesting. Did your friend ever know?” “No.” Okay, obviously the guy wasn’t the most verbal. Which led me to wonder, again, why he was IM’ing a woman my age. “But she knew.” Strike my last comment. “The mom knew you had a crush on her?” “Yup.” “How?” I waited a couple of heartbeats, then watched his answer appear on the screen. “I took her panties.” *** KINDLE: http://ift.tt/1ByPzD8 NOOK: http://ift.tt/164tvsc

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