Monday, December 3, 2007

Going Topless by Renee Knowles

Going Topless By Renee Knowles

Publisher: Siren Publishing
ISBN: 1-933563-74-5
E-book $5.50

What does predictable Susannah Carmack do when confronted with her late husband's infidelity? What any self-respecting widow might. She allows her sister, Chelsie, to drag her on vacation to Amsterdam, where she gets lost in the Red Light District, is pursued by a younger man, and sunbathes on a topless beach. But will going topless help her escape the pain of the past?

Chelsie Joyner has always believed a roll in the hay can cure what ails her. But her free lifestyle never helped her forget Martijn, a married professor with whom she had an affair five years ago while doing graduate work in Amsterdam. She's determined to find closure on this trip.
But when her adulterous affair is made known, can Susannah, still smarting from her husband's betrayal, forgive Chelsie for the ultimate sin?

Sensuality Rating: SIZZLING

Genre: Erotic Chick Lit/Women's Fiction

Length: Full Novel (62,000 words)


27 Ways to Lure the Perfect Man

1. Always wear sexy underwear. A black lace demi bra, a red satin peek-a-boo thong, lace-topped fishnet stockings. When you dress sexy on the inside, you feel sexy on the outside, and that can go a long way in catching the attention of Mr. Right.

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11. Never initiate sex. Always let the man feel like he is the one in control. Men enjoy the thrill of the hunt. Don’t make it too easy for him.

When she could finally talk, “Wow” was all that came out of her mouth. Okay, it wasn’t brilliant, but Hagen didn’t seem to care.

“Get up, Susannah.” He took her hand and helped her rise.

“I want all of you this time,” she breathed.

Susannah ran her hand along his cock, reveling in his hardness. It felt like he might split the front of his jeans. She popped the button fly and pushed his jeans and underwear down.

He hissed when she wrapped her fingers around his length. His flesh was silky, and she couldn’t resist massaging it.

But he stilled her hand. “Okay, Liebling, you’d better stop or I’ll explode.” He kissed her and she could taste herself on him. It turned her on even more.

“Do you have something?” She wasn’t sure he would understand, but he ran quickly to the bedroom and came back with a condom.

She rolled it down his cock, massaging it as she went. His eyes closed and he moaned.

When she was done, he commanded, “Turn around.”

She did, and he gently pushed her forward so her hands were on the table and her back was facing him.

He grasped her around her waist and slid in her from behind. Susannah gasped. Hagen’s thrusts were slow and gentle at first, but his pace became quicker and more insistent.

“Oh, Gott,” he moaned.

He tightened his arm at her waist as he pushed in and out. The friction built in her once again, as his free hand reached up to rub her nipple. Her body shook, the orgasm rocking her.

. . .

Chelsie’s hands trembled violently. She put them into her jean’s pockets to stop the shaking.

What had she done? “What am I talking about? N-nothing. I didn’t mean—”

Susannah’s breath grew ragged. “You were involved with a married man?” Her voice shuddered.

“I…” Chelsie stopped, terror clawing in her chest. I, what? She couldn’t lie anymore. She drew a deep breath. “Yes, Susannah. I was.”

“When? Who?” Susannah stopped, her eyes narrowing until they looked like small slits.


“No! Are you insane?” This was worse than she’d thought. “You think I could do that?”

“How am I supposed to know what to think? Who then?”

“The man I was involved with who lives here in Amsterdam. The man I told you about the other day.”

“You had the affair when you went to school here?”


“Did you know he was married?”

Resignation overcame Chelsie. It was time to explain the whole thing. “Yes. I knew everything.”

She shook her head and said a silent plea to the heavens that her sister would understand. “It was an unhappy marriage. And the truth is, I took advantage of the situation. He’d made it obvious he was attracted to me. And I wanted him. So I seduced him.”

The light had started to fade, making Susannah’s stunned face appear distorted like a freak-show clown.

Her sister sank against a lamppost and ran a hand threw her hair. She suddenly looked all of her thirty-nine years. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I was young. I thought I was in love.”

“So did his wife.”

“Suz, I know now how wrong it was. But at the time, I was mesmerized by Martijn. He was a professor, and so much older than me and extremely interesting. He’d traveled the globe. I thought he was smarter, more exciting than any other man I’d ever known. And his wife, well, he said she was cold. She wasn’t able to keep him satisfied—”

Susannah jumped up. “Don’t even try to rationalize this to me. Besides, you’re not stupid, Chels.

The ‘martyr syndrome’ has been done a million times. It won’t cut it. Poor married man. Has to put up with his hag of wife. And the stupid bitch doesn’t even know how to give a good blowjob.

Oh! How he’s suffered.”

“Please listen! It wasn’t like that!”

“Then what was it like? Did he say the wife nagged him all the time? Did she make him do horrendous things like put out the trash and rinse his dishes? Until finally, one day, a sexy slut, twenty years younger comes by. She has perky breasts, a slim waist, and doesn’t hassle him about everything. And she’s willing to have sex three times a day if he wants it. She’s the one bright spot in his otherwise horrific existence.” Susannah threw her hands into the air as if she was a preacher delivering a Sunday sermon. “Halleluiah, he’s saved!”

Chelsie’s shoulders shook. Hell, her whole body shook. All she’d been able to hear was the word slut. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Her sister despised her. She despised herself. “One mistake doesn’t make me a slut.” Her voice cracked.

Susannah ran her eyes over Chelsie, disgust lining her face. “Was he really the only one?”

Cold slithered down Chelsie’s spine at her sister’s callous words. The past had finally caught up with her. And there was a devil of a price to pay.

. . .

21. Don’t think of sex as a cure-all. Using sex to solve relationship problems is bound to disappoint you. It only provides a temporary balm. That said, there is no hotter sex on the planet than...

REVIEWS for Going Topless

"Going Topless is beautifully written, erotic, and, best of all—fun! I loved following these characters on their European journey learning about love and, most importantly, themselves. This is a great read." —Theresa Alan, national bestselling author

"A sexy, fun read! Renee Knowles crafts a fabulous story with fun characters and an enjoyable plot. Going Topless is thoroughly entertaining and steamy!" —M.A. duBarry, award winning author

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