~Joyfully Reviewed Recommended Read
"I loved Bawdy Talk. Ann Cory made me laugh, made me hot, made my heart drop to my stomach and then made me smile. It was a rollercoaster ride that I didn't want to end! Ms. Cory has a way of making her characters so real and wonderfully awkward. I definitely Joyfully Recommend this book and can't wait to read more of what Ms. Cory has to offer."
4.5 Kisses from TwoLips Reviews
".such a great story. Vivid details make this story really come alive. Definitely a must read."
~Reviewer Lindy
5 Angels from FAR
"While maintaining a finger on the pulse of reality, she is able to convey the excitement of a woman meeting a man she has dreamed about."
~ Reviewer Lynn
Rave review from Romance Reviews Today
".fun, romantic tale - with emphasis on the romance - Bawdy Talk is a hit." ~ Reviewer Jennifer Bishop
4 Stars from JERR
".a sexy tale.fun and exciting.original read!"
~Reviewer Elizabeth Marie
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Destry tossed her purse in the passenger side and did her best to discreetly slip into the car without flashing her naughty bits to the public. No one needed to know she wore red lace panties, unless a certain radio personality were to pass by, and then she'd happily flash her matching bra, too. Inside the car she closed the door and turned the key, starting up the radio at the same time. The dial was set to her favorite station that, for the most part, didn't play good music, but had a disc jockey she couldn't get enough of. Specifically, his voice. More than once she'd pulled off the road, away from prying eyes, and gotten herself off to his sexy bravado.
Discreetness in mind, she'd picked up a tiny vibrator that easily slipped between her thighs. Set on high, the little battery-operated device worked wonders while she fantasized about his cock spreading her wide apart, giving it to her hard. Almost like an on/off switch, his voice controlled her, making her so wet, she kept extra pairs of panties hidden inside her glove box. As she backed halfway out of her parking space, a mildly annoying thrash metal song ended and Trent Sheen came on the air. DJ Zeus, he called himself. At the sound of his voice, her stomach blazed with an inner heat, and it spread throughout her body. Her nipples pressed tight against her bra, aching for the owner of the voice to flick his tongue against them.
While he announced the upcoming week's forecast, she imagined herself bent over his knee, wearing a micro miniskirt, begging to be spanked.
From the vibrations of his voice, a voice she likened to Angel actor, David Boreanaz, her body answered with a liquid rush. Warmth spread from her belly, upwards, and fanned around her face. Instant gratification was in order. Destry reached over to her purse for the vibrator when a double honk startled her.
While Zeus was on the air, she couldn't help but be distracted, her mind escaping into a euphoric oblivion. With a groan, she drove forward into her parking space and let the hurried driver by, before pulling back out. Personal indulgence would have to wait. Her hand trembled as she turned up the volume, the DJ's sultry voice coming through crystal clear and in surround sound.
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