torment but oh so satisfying.
When Scott Eugene Anderson inherits his aunt's motel in the foothills of the White Mountains, he decides to turn it into a motel for anonymous sexual fantasies and advertises himself as The Love Genie.
Meaghan Rowe, who doesn't wait for anything, has a sexual itch and she turns to The Love Genie to get it scratched. Chris Baxter has a treasure chest full of lovemaking expertise, but can't do commitment. The two are matched and separately choose The Barbary Coast fantasy aboard a pirate ship.
Given Chris's expertise and Meaghan's impatience, will this relationship walk the plank or will they sail off into the sunset?
"This little, but large packing, book held all the qualities of an award winning Erotica--I only wish it was a bit longer, I felt there could have been so much more of a story for both characters. I enjoyed the book so much I really didn't want to see it come to an end."
Nattie gave me 5 stars and 4 Adult Smoking Hot rating
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"Barbary Coast- The Love Genie is a hot erotic fantasy. And I do mean these two get down and dirty right quick. . . . But Barbary Coast is longer and a fuller story than several quick reads I've come across lately (45 pages verses the 20 or so of many others). And Chris and Meaghan are more engaging, and have more encounters, due to the extra time spent with them."
3 Hearts from Vicky at Sizzling Hot Book Reviews http://www.sizzlinghotbooks.net/
"I'm glad we're here, Chris. We need to talk."
He cleared his throat and straightened the silverware. Here it comes.
"I'm sorry, Chris. It's been great but it's time to call it quits."
He couldn't believe it. She was using his words, the ones he used to let someone down easy. "It's been fun. I thought we were great together." He couldn't believe he'd said those words. How many times had he heard them?
"You're right. The sex has been great. But I've met someone else."
Stunned, he sat frozen in place.
"He's a very special guy, not just another lay like you've been. A good bed buddy, I might add. But I realize I'm ready to make a commitment, and I think he is, too."
It was definitely odd, having the tables turned on him.
"Well, good luck to you and your new guy." There was nothing else to say.
She stood, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, turned and walked out.
Chris signaled the waiter, paid the check and left.
Back in his apartment, he paced around, brooding.
He never got left. He always did the leaving. Just like his father.
When Chris was seven, his father had left them. As an adult, realized his mother had chosen to stay bitter rather than accept the divorce and move on. But her constant theme over the years had influenced him deeply. He couldn't count the number of times she'd said things like, men are never satisfied with one woman, or they're bees going from flower to flower, or they're nothing more than tom cats looking for females in heat. Early on, Chris had decided there would never be a problem with leaving if he didn't commit.
A few days after the end of his involvement with Jenn, an ad for The Love Genie had caught his attention. It amounted to a weekend of fantastic sex with no strings. What could be better? He could please a lady for a long time. He knew all the tricks to pace himself and pleasure his lover. And there was no way things could get dull in a couple of days.
The Genie promised anonymity. Your partner knew only whatever name you wanted to use--your own or one assumed for the fantasy--and the information you agreed to reveal from the Secrets and Wishes List you provided. It was a complete fantasy package, safety included.
A weekend of uninhibited sex was worth the hefty price tag. He filled out the paperwork, including the required medical certificates as to his health status. He needed to get his mojo back. Remember that he was a love-'em-and-leave-'em guy. He couldn't let what happened with Jenn get him down. He needed the comfort and familiarity of no-strings sex.
Throwing his packed bag in the trunk, he was ready to go.
