Kay Jaybee’s brand new novella is an erotic adventure which
takes you into the world of obsession - with a twist. A very puzzling twist.
Quite literally.
It’s amazing where drinking a cup of coffee and a doing a crossword
puzzle can lead you...
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There are
rumours that the coffee guy has “a thing” about words.
Shrugging off
her friend’s concern about the way the man in the cafe stares at her every
lunch hour, Wednesday can’t see how his love of words could possibly be
hazardous.
The fact is,
Wednesday rather enjoys being the centre of an attractive man’s undivided
attention. His dark blue eyes alone have provided her with many delicious
erotic fantasies, a welcome distraction from the pressures of the real world
and a dull job.
It’s totally
harmless...
...until
there’s an accident with a cup of coffee.
After soaking
Wednesday with a hot latte, the coffee guy’s attention suddenly becomes far
more enticing—and dangerous.
Drawn into a
bizarre world of human behavioural research, where crosswords are used to
initiate sexual experiments, Wednesday finds herself driven, not by a desire to
further scientific research, but by the need to be rewarded for her hard work
by the coffee guy’s captivating research assistant. A stunning redhead by the name of Thursday...
Extract
from Wednesday on Thursday
Prologue
Sat at her usual table,
stirring a spoonful of sugar into her latte, Wednesday began her daily cycle of
speculation. Who was he? Did he come into the cafe at other times and fixate on
other customers? What was going through his mind while he observed her so
intently? Why didn’t it bother her?
Most men noticed
Wednesday’s chest first; some opted for checking out her arse. A rare few went
further with their assessment, and engaged her in conversation before they
tried their luck.
But not this man; the
one she referred to as the coffee guy.
With a double shot
espresso in his hand, the first time he’d set eyes on Wednesday, the coffee guy
had started with an unashamed assessment of her chest, then, over a period of
several weeks, studied her from the top of her head to the toes of her shoes.
Instinct told Wednesday
to avoid the coffee guy at all costs. The way he examined her with his
enquiring midnight blue eyes was so unsettling. And yet...
Whenever Wednesday
walked into the cafe she frequented during her lunch break, the coffee guy
would be there. From the moment she took her first step through the door, his
focus would shift from his drink to the queue of customers, where it would
become fixed upon her.
She thought she’d
imagined it at first, but as time had gone by, Wednesday had become
increasingly convinced it really was her he was watching.
It had crossed her mind
that maybe she should be scared, that this man could be some sort of
voyeuristic stalker. But Wednesday didn’t feel threatened; just intrigued and
aroused, although she wasn’t sure why.
Only once had he spoken
to her.
A swapped lunch break
with her friend Carol had placed Wednesday behind the coffee guy in the queue.
Her coffee had already
been in her hand when he’d stepped back and accidentally knocked into her,
spilling the beverage down her front in a breathtaking cascade of wet heat.
Wednesday had watched helplessly as the liquid
seeped through her black shirt, ran down her purple pencil skirt, and travelled
on an unstoppable route into her boots.
Too stunned to talk,
she’d tugged the wet material of her shirt outwards, not caring that she might
be giving the world a generous view of her cleavage.
‘Wednesday, are you
okay?’ The barista behind the counter had rushed to her side, pushing a wad of
paper napkins into her hands. ‘You can use the staffroom if you like. There are
spare T-shirts in there. Help yourself.’
Feeling like an
unwilling contestant in a wet T-shirt competition, Wednesday had rushed towards
the door marked Staff Only.
It was only once she’d
walked into the staffroom that she realised the man who’d caused the accident
had followed her.
‘Your name is
Wednesday?’
‘Yes.’
‘I find that rather
pleasing.’
Then, without a word of
apology for ruining her clothes and potentially scalding her, the coffee guy
had disappeared.
All Wednesday had been
left with was the lingering blaze of his navy blue eyes, which had heated her
flesh just as much as the spilt drink.
Kay Jaybee was named Best
Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO, and received an honouree mention at the NLA
Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has written over 150
erotic stories, including The Collector,
(KDP, 2016), The Perfect Submissive
Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The
Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The
Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait
(Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation
(Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite
2013), Take Control, (1001
NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type
(1001 NightsPress, 2013.
Details of all her short
stories and other publications can be found on her website.
You can follow Kay on -
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Kay
also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
Many thanks hun xx
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