Blushing Violet

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An Excerpt From: BLUSHING VIOLET

Copyright © ANN MAYBURN, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“I have a hit!” he said and pumped his fist into the air.

“No shit.” Morgan tossed the burger on the table and sat next to him on the couch. “Check my email.”

Carlos waved him away. “Go use the computer in the study.”

Not bothering to answer, Morgan sprinted into the other room and Carlos turned back to his email. A couple weeks ago he had joined an online dating site that had really appealed to him. This was after a particularly unfulfilling conversation with his ex-girlfriend, Stacy, which had led to bland sex just so he wouldn’t have to talk to her anymore. One of his friends from the BDSM scene had found her perfect submissive via this site, and he had high hopes.

It wasn’t just about sex, it was about personality and what made a person tick. He had talked it over with Morgan and Morgan liked the idea so much he decided to sign up as well. Carlos tried to be as absolutely honest as he could when he filled the form out. This was one place he could be truthful and not have to worry about any kind of judgment.

Excitement coursed through him and he had to laugh at himself. After all the women he had been with, after all the exotic things he had done, the act of opening an email made his cock hard. Taking a deep breath, he clicked the link of the first and only woman who had met his very exact specifications, and whose ideals he matched.

That breath came out in a silent puff of air as he looked at the picture on the screen. She bore a striking resemblance to his current obsession, actress Christina Hendricks from the TV show Mad Men. Only there was something a bit softer, more innocent about her. Long red hair fell in a mess of curls, framing an angelic beauty. Her eyes were a pale green so light they almost appeared silver. Wide and uncertain, they seemed to look into his with a heartbreaking vulnerability. A smattering of freckles sprayed over her nose and cheeks, adding to the look of innocence. Full and pink, her lips were the only thing about her that lent a carnal air and he wondered what they would taste like.

A loud whoop from the study let him know that Morgan had good news as well. Carlos grinned and leaned closer to the screen, wishing the picture was bigger.

Smiling shyly at the camera, she kept her shoulders slightly rounded beneath her pale-blue sweater. His eyes wandered lower and he admired the full and heavy breasts she tried to hide with her loose clothes. It was obvious she didn’t know how beautiful she was.

With her image burned into his mind, he read the first line of her profile, Blushing Violet. Whispering the name out loud, he stared at her creamy skin and imagined the flood of pink heating her cheeks. His mind moved to more carnal desires and he wondered if her whole body flushed when she had an orgasm.

Morgan came striding into the room, interrupting his fantasies. “I have hit the jackpot,” he announced and nabbed Carlos’ water glass, stepping back before taking a deep gulp. “You will never believe the beauty that arrived in my email.”

Returning his smile, Carlos said, “And you, my friend, will never believe the amazing creature the gods have sent me.”

Grabbing his abandoned burger, Morgan studied his favorite photograph that hung on Carlos’ wall. It was the lush curve of a woman’s bottom, full and thick, with a whip coiled atop it like a sleeping snake. “She is delicious, all auburn hair and curves. And her eyes, man, I’ve never seen anything like them. She’s like Jessica Rabbit come to life, but softer.”

Staring at the picture of his Blushing Violet, Carlos nodded. “My lady has breasts that would make Jane Mansfield weep with envy. Even if they are hidden behind a rather dull sweater.”

“Mine too.” Morgan vaulted over the back of the couch and Carlos winced as he landed. “First thing I’m going to do is take her shopping and show her how beautiful she is.” He sighed happily and ate the last bite of his burger. “I love spoiling my women.”

Carlos eagerly read her profile. “Oh shit, you are not going to believe this.”

“What?” Morgan already had his iPhone out and was busy typing away.

“She loves our books.” His heart gave another thud as he read some of her other favorite erotic novels. “Oh my. I do believe my little Blushing Violet is a closet submissive.”

Morgan’s fingers froze. “What did you call her?”

“Mine?”

“Not that. Did you just say Blushing Violet?”

“Yeah.” Watching Morgan tip his head back against the couch and groan, Carlos became worried. “What? Do you know her?”

“Yeah.” Morgan looked up and blew a breath out of his nose. “I just got her profile sent to me too.”

“What?” Carlos scooted up on the couch and held the computer closer, as if it was the woman in question. “That’s not possible.”

“Oh yeah. Two guys who both love curvy redheads, are into the BDSM lifestyle, and read the same books would never be attracted to the same woman.” Morgan narrowed his eyes. “By the way, she’s mine. Go find yourself another auburn-haired goddess.”

Carlos bared his teeth at him. “You’re high if you think I’m going to give you first dibs on her. Besides, I opened my email first.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I need her more.”

“How the hell do you figure that? It’s my artwork that she loves.”

“Hey, I’m in that book too. It’s my artwork that she loves.”

Carlos rubbed his eyes until he saw bright spots. “Look,” he growled. “I’m not going to fight over this with you. We’ll run a simple test and let her decide.”

“How do you figure that?” Morgan gave him a suspicious look. Both men were very competitive and often spent hours playing various games to prove who was the best. Well, this was a prize Carlos had no intention of losing.

“We’ll both send her an email. Introduce ourselves, etc. But, at the end of the email, I’ll include our favorite picture from that book and ask her to send us her favorite back. If she sends one of mine, I get her. If she sends one of yours, you get her.”

“What if she picks someone else’s?”

“Then we flip a coin.”

Morgan thought this over. “It sounds fair, but I have the cognitive abilities of a chipmunk right now.” He sighed and stuck out his hand. “I guess that since we’ve been best friends since high school I can trust you to flip fair.”

Carlos grinned and shook his hand. “Buddy, if I could figure out how to rig a flip, I would.”