Good Evening, Everyone!  I have an update today about my untitled erotic novella (yes, I think it may actually hit 20K now).

I finished chapters 1 & 2, then promptly combined them to make Chapter 1, titled Saturday Afternoon.   I’m now thinking I need to have a chapter for each day of Hunter’s seduction of Ashley, each one named for a day of the week and time of day when most of the action of the chapter takes place.  Theoretically, then, there should be seven chapters.  That’s my thought for now, though everything’s open to change.

I also wanted to give you a couple of images to help with the search for a title.  One is of Hunter and Ashley:

I had actually thought about this photo for the cover, but went with the other shower scene instead.  I still love this shot.  She’s the perfect image of my idea of Ashley.

Here’s the blurb  again to give you an idea about what’s going on to match with the above  photos:

Ashley is known for her outrageous parties and last Friday night was no exception.  Only this time she wakes to find a video of her in the middle of a menage a trois with her ex-boyfriend and a gorgeous stranger.  Unable to remember anything about the night, other than the hot sex she sees on the computer screen, Ashley begins a search for Mr. Hunk.  She has no luck until he unexpectedly shows up–in her shower. 

Hunter Hopewell, Mr. Hunk in the flesh, would love to initiate Ash into a variety of sexual experiences he finds exciting, but fears his tastes are too wild even for her.  As the week of escalating sexual encounters intensifies, will Ashley let go of her final inhibitions and join Hunter in the promise of a truly unforgettable Friday night?

And a little snippet to give you an idea about Ashley.

WARNING:  R-rated excerpt (language).

“Oh, shit!”  The pounding in Ashley Thompson’s head had a fast, staccato beat to it, not unlike the new Nikki Menaj song on the radio.  She clapped her hands over her eyes to shield them from the bright morning—maybe early afternoon—light that filtered through the dusty mini-blinds.  She breathed slowly, trying not to throw up.  That was always the worst fucking part of Friday night—throwing up Saturday morning.

Ash turned her head to the right in slow increments, already aware of the body lying next to her.  “Oh, Jesus.  Just let me know the guy.” 

Hope this gives you more ideas for possible titles.  Throughout the week I will continue to post snippets of the work and on Thursday announce a winner.  Even if none of the suggestions seems exactly right, a contestant’s name will be drawn at random to receive a copy of one of my books.

Thanks again for your help and please check back for more updates and excerpts from the book throughout the week.

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