“It
did something to her, seeing him drenched, staring into the endless gray.”
Did
you know the pleasant scent that rises from the dry ground when it just starts
to rain has a name? It’s petrichor. Earthy, heady, sensual petrichor.
As
a native of Southern California, I have a particular fondness for anything that
won’t instantly kill me when it falls from the sky. Rain is something to be
cherished. A truly special event. I crave the security of low hung clouds, and
the sound of raindrops joining together. It never fails to coax me to venture outside.
Ticket to Ride focuses on sexual
encounters on public transportation. What better way to make something public
than with the hint of anonymity provided by wet weather? And have some steamy
rain-drenched sex…of course.
When
I sat down to write Come Find Me, I
chose Washington state as the backdrop because I wanted to harness the inherent
sensuality of the rain. The eroticism of wet skin. The sense of liberation that
comes from submitting to the whims of a storm. I think it is easier to accept
our baser nature when we are confronted by the elements, but choose not to shy
away from them. To leave the umbrella behind and turn our faces up to the
downpour.
That’s
what I wanted for my heroine. I wanted to give her the choice to step outside
of her comfort zone and onto the rain-soaked deck of a Washington ferry. I
wanted her to take a chance on the unknown and feel the weight of her decision
on her skin. Only then would she be ready to explore a new side of herself with
the cocky stranger who rear-ended her car.
"Come Find Me" by Lana Sloan
Ticket to Ride
Delve into the minds of
nine authors and let them take you for the ride of your life into the world of
sex on public transport. Whether it’s trains, planes, cars, buses, trams or
ferries, a combination of confined interiors and restricted spaces leads to
erotic contact and hot and steamy sex.
Trains: The constant rhythm
and clatter of wheels on rails, the side-to-side motion and a sense of
entrapment between stations adds a touch of spice to a new encounter; and
stealing pleasure on a crowded platform just heightens the excitement. Or
travel back to the splendour of the steam age to follow a detective and the
thief she's set out to capture.
Planes: The confined space of the seats necessitates unconventional solutions to comforting a fidgeting woman, particularly when things aren't quite as they seem.
Buses: A crowded tour bus and the woman who sits between two very different groups of musicians leads to a very different experience on the 'dividing line'. Meanwhile, eavesdropping on someone else's erotic stories via Bluetooth during a daily ride share leads to more than just words.
Whatever your fantasy, these erotic short stories will leave you eager to plan your next journey!
Planes: The confined space of the seats necessitates unconventional solutions to comforting a fidgeting woman, particularly when things aren't quite as they seem.
Buses: A crowded tour bus and the woman who sits between two very different groups of musicians leads to a very different experience on the 'dividing line'. Meanwhile, eavesdropping on someone else's erotic stories via Bluetooth during a daily ride share leads to more than just words.
Whatever your fantasy, these erotic short stories will leave you eager to plan your next journey!
About
the Author:
Lana Sloan fell
in love with romance at an early age, as she devoured novels on the floor of a
thrift shop book room. Since those days, everything she has ever enjoyed
writing centers around love—and sex. She proudly admits that while obtaining
her BA in English Literature she didn’t often doodle, though the margins of her
notebooks were filled with snippets of stories. She resides in Southern
California with her geeky husband, daughter, a parrot, two dogs, and far too
many cats.
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Details:
Enjoy the following
excerpt for Come Find Me:
“Are you always so tense?” His deep voice
reverberated through the car.
For a split second she stared at him blankly. Tense?
She wasn’t tense. Her world was falling apart, but that was none of his
business. “Only when uninvited men find their way into my car. Why the hell are
you here?”
“Same as you. I take the ferry to work. If you
didn’t want any visitors, you should have locked your car.” A lopsided smile
pulled at his lips as he shrugged. “You know tension isn’t good for the body.
You need to find an outlet to relieve your stress.”
“I dance nearly every day.” She tucked a hank of
wavy brown hair behind her ear.
“And how’s that working for you?”
Kalea grumbled, turning away from him and
sitting up straight. “Just fine.”
He chuckled and she swore the rumble vibrated
through her body, bringing a sudden sinking sensation to her stomach that
morphed into a pulse of arousal between her legs.
“If I told you there’s a far superior
alternative to dancing, would you believe me?”
“Not without proof.”
“Oh, I can give you proof. Right here in your
car.”
“Really?”
His voice was deeper when he replied. “Tell me.
How long has it been since you made yourself come?”
