Disappearing Penny

Writing Dirty Books

A mysterious magician comes to the sleepy New England town of Latham. He’s looking for a new assistant for his stage act and he’s set his sights on Penny, a beautiful young redhead who works at the local paper.

Is the Astonishing Asmirac all he seems? What secrets lie in his traveling magic show? Why is Penny so drawn to the gleam of his lovely pocket watch?

Let yourself be drawn into Disappearing Penny, a erotic hypnotic novel by Jack Stratton.

Excerpt:

Asmirac took a pocket watch out of his vest pocket and clicked it open. He examined the time and looked up at the wall clock to check it. He then smiled and proceeded to wind the watch as he looked over at Penelope, who stared at his timepiece with curiosity.

The watch was old, the sort of soft dull color gold got when it was touched over and over again. Still, it did shine. It reflected the light from the setting sun coming in through the window. It was quite lovely.

“Do you like my watch, Penny?” he asked without looking up.

She gazed at it, almost unaware of his words.

“I told you, Mister Ambrose, it’s Penelope,” she corrected, her voice slightly dreamy.

“I am sorry. It just slips off my tongue so, I can’t help it. Penny. Pretty Penny. Pretty pretty Penny Penny. Watch watch. Tick tock.” With a tiny flick of his wrist, the watch fell from his hand and dangled on its chain, eye level with both of them. With another flick of his wrist it swung back and forth in time with his little repetitive phrases.

“Pretty watch, pretty Penny, watch and see, listen close, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock goes the gold watch. Can you hear it in your head? Tick tock, tick tock?”

Her mouth was slack, her eyes following the golden circle on a chain.

“Tick tock, tick tock...” she whispered.
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Publisher
Writing Dirty Books
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Published on
Mar 14, 2017
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Pages
51
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ISBN
9781508068297
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Language
English
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Genres
Fiction / Erotica / General
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This content is DRM protected.
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Jack Stratton
Jack is obsessed with coffee. Every day he goes to the same place for his quad shot, extra dry, non-fat cappuccino. Every day he swoons over the barista.

When he meets said barista at a party she lures him to her apartment and finds a new way to keep him up all night.

Excerpt:

As Jack watched, she wiped one metal nozzle with a damp cloth while pounding a large metal handled portafilter against the counter. She moved fast, her fingers adept and economic in their movements. She tapped out the used grounds, wiped the filter and then brought it up to a huge grinder, which whirled and roared and then filled her filter with exactly enough coffee. She pressed the fine as powder grounds into the metal filter with the bumper and then twisted the filter into the giant espresso machine.

She wore an argyle sweater of dark green and burgundy. It was a low v cut sweater that showed her whole-milk colored cleavage which was sprinkled with freckles like a dusting of cinnamon on a foamy drink.

She sloshed some milk into a large metal cup and then slipped the steam nozzle into the cold milk. The steam screamed as it hit the cold milk. Beads of moisture condensed on her cleavage. Jack was erect as he watched it.

The espresso came in spurts, thick rich crema dark against the white porcelain shot glass. She worked both machines now. Two shot from one, two shots from the other, then all of them into a huge bowl-like latte mug. She followed it with the steamed milk and topped it off with a large helping of foam.
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