Rub Me The Right Way by Kelli Scott – Review/Giveaway/Excerpt
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Rub Me the Right Way
by Kelli Scott
Published by Decadent Publishing
Contemporary M/F F/F Erotica
Contains Elements of Comedy, Light Bondage
Heat Level: Sizzling
Length: 7,000 words
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/245386
Heather Bowen is an uptight, stressed out insomniac in desperate need of a massage or a shrink or an orgasm to cure what ails her.
On doctor’s orders, she starts with a massage to work out her knotty/naughty kinks. At the hands of a talented massage therapist, Heather gets a full body rub down. And more. Next stop—a psychiatrist to get at the root of her anxiety and sleeplessness. But is she ready for Dr. Simon’s controversial treatment?
What begins as prescribed therapy becomes a wild fantasy ride of erotic discovery that makes Heather question her sexual orientation along with everything she believed about her carnal desires.
“You all ready, Heather?” Tasha called out, probably worried about how long it took me to get undressed.
I shoved the drape of the dressing room aside. “Absolutely.”
She led me to the room across the hall as if through a slow motion dream. She was that graceful and lithe and willowy. Tranquil sounds filled the space. Waves lapping at a sandy beach.
She patted the massage table. “Up or down?”
“Excuse me?” I didn’t know there’d be a quiz.
Perusing the clipboard, she asked, “First massage?”
“That’s right.” Then couldn’t help but add, “I’m a massage virgin.”
“Well, we’ll see what we can do to remedy that.” She smiled, not taking my comment offensively, unless she was a really good actress. “Would you like to start face up or down?”
“What do you recommend?” I stopped myself from repeating the virgin reference.
She skimmed the clipboard again. “Lower back pain. Tense, knotted muscles. Insomnia. Headaches. Stress. Let’s start face down.” Looking up from my long list of afflictions, she asked, “Would you like me to step out while you disrobe?”
Would that be rude? “Of course not.” I scoffed. “We’re both women, right?”
Tasha turned her back, preparing her oils or instruments or whatever. With her attention elsewhere, I slipped out of the robe, hung it on a peg, and hopped on the table quick like The Flash, hauling the sheet over my nakedness, which I still wasn’t sure was appropriate. Oh, well, what the hell? She’d just have to deal with it. I planted my face in the face donut and waited.
The acoustics transitioned into raindrops on a tin roof. Occasionally a clap of friendly thunder rumbled in the distance to mix things up. She positioned me like a rag doll, placing my arms at my sides on the outside of the sheet.
“Comfortable?” she asked.
“Yes,” I mumbled.
I fixated on her delicate bare feet, her toenails painted a fuchsia color. The fringe of her sarong nearly tickled the floor as she gracefully glided around. A silver chain encircled her ankle. How I wished I could be more like her. Free-spirited. Serene. Bohemian.
“Be sure to tell me if I rub too hard.” She rested her palms on my skin, and I tensed.
“I am,” I protested.
This book had me in stitches in the beginning. I remember my first massage and what the hell do you do? Bra/panties on or off? I’ve always had a woman give me a massage, never a man. If I want a man to massage me, I have one to do that at home…for free. Anywoos…everyone knows how much I love Decadent’s The Edge series. Its short, sexy, arousing and oh so naughty.
Heather is one stressed out woman. No man in her life, workaholic and wound up tighter than a $2 watch. When ordered to a massage therapist from her doctor, she is not ready for the type of massage that she is going to get. Oh my *blushes*…what happens on that table is delicious, naughty and I’m hetro. She, herself keeps telling herself, I’m not a lesbian but after that table massage, she starts to question it.
Next up is the real doctor visit and what a visit it is. This is where the true comedic elements/snark come to play. Does she slap the crap out of him or play along? The dialogue between Heather and the doctor are priceless and I didn’t know if I wanted to slap him or get on my knees. *wipes brow*
Overall, if you are looking for a quickie that features f/f and the m/f with a touch of D/s, I highly recommend it. Fair warning…the twist at the end I never saw coming. He he!!!!
Left for dead in an enchanted forest, Kelli was raised by wolves, which explains her thick coat of fur and keen night vision. As an adolescent, she was exiled from the pack due to her love of well-done steak smothered in ketchup (her penchant for blackened beef has also caused her ejection from several fine eateries). On her own, she roamed the streets, eating from dumpsters and sleeping in abandoned dog houses. Cold, starving and destitute, Kelli turned to the oldest profession—writing. Since her fall from grace, she has penned several smutty stories for which she has received many accolades. And despite her limited vocabulary, inability to punctuate properly and her well-documented spelling disability, Kelli has collected some awards (some of them for her writing). But what she wants most in the world is to return to the enchanted forest and her pack. As soon as she figures out north from south and east from west, she will do just that.
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