Author: Ethan Radcliff
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: July 15, 2016
Published by: Bitten Press LLC
|Chad Henderson and Jon Lasiter were best friends. Their taste in women always caused a problem. They always went after the same woman. Cleo Davenport was older and sophisticated with a bevy of men at her fingertips. She was a high-priced Madame. Chad rejected the lifestyle and Jon embraced it. Both wanted the beautiful older woman in their bed. Could they reach an agreement that would suit all their needs?|
Gentlemen’s Agreement Excerpt © Ethan Radcliff 2016
What now had caught his attention was the woman with Jon. He let his eyes wander seductively over her. He’d seen imposing women before, but her tall, lithe body and auburn hair took his breath away. As they neared, he honed in on her cat-like emerald green eyes. Son of a bitch, he thought, had his best friend, Jon Lasiter, been holding out on him? The decadent and devious thoughts running through his head caused warning bells to go off as the blood rushed to his cock.
He grinned broadly, catching Jon’s attention. It was obvious he irritated him because that small nervous tic in Jon’s right cheek was in full swing. Chad sat back in his chair and attempted to make eye contact with the beautiful woman, and when he did, their eyes locked.
Now it was Chad who became unnerved as the tip of her pink tongue ran along her full bottom lip. Chad swallowed slowly.
The corner of her mouth rose slightly as she smiled, or was that a smirk? She eyed him carefully from head to toe. He squirmed a bit in his chair from the intensity of her seemingly casual appraisal. Was she was sizing him up? More warning bells rang loudly. Son of a bitch, she was looking him over, perhaps sniffing out her next victim. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled and his cock twinged. The air around him was charged…was he intimidated? If so, this was a first.
|Ethan Radcliff has been writing stories since he was a kid. He loves creating and tried his hand at art, but felt he wasn’t good enough. Through high school he wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook and let a few of his girlfriends read them. He then began writing poetry, which he kept to himself, because most of his poems were based on erotica. His brain never stopped. He became serious about writing erotic romance stories a few years ago and wondered how hard it would be to break through the barrier as a male erotic romance writer.
He delved into the world of BDSM and took a personal journey through the lifestyle, which aided in his writing.
He’d been a face book user for years. He never saw anything interesting until he began to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance began to crop up. He watched and then began to post a few poems here and there. The response was good and then better. He was being noticed.
He can see a picture and write a poem. He can see an attractive women and conger up a sexy scenario. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts can get him going. His mind is always on an attractive face or body.
His thanks go out to Bitten Press LLC and the two lovely women who run it, for goading him on, telling him to go for it and he did.
His first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? All he can answer is, perhaps. The next short story is The Wait, Britt’s Undoing. There will be more. He has a paranormal erotic romance series, Desires of Blood which at the moment is four books strong with three more already planned. Stay tuned for some historical, contemporary and fantasy erotica from him. Yes, and he will continue with some great stories including some BDSM adventures. He has two books of erotic poetry published; they have been an amazing success.
Follow Ethan Radcliff as he continues to entertain you. He can write any genre and intends to broaden his scope as an author in 2016.
His thanks go out to all his readers. Without them he’d still be writing notes in his composition notebook, waiting for that right moment. You made it happen for him.