18++ Take a kinky romp through Lawyerland, where erotic encounters, sizzling partnerships, and euphoric flights of fantasy consume lawyers in love!
Take a kinky romp through Lawyerland, where erotic encounters, sizzling partnerships, and euphoric flights of fantasy consume lawyers in love!
A young lawyer’s wicked pen unleashes erotic flights of fantasy, spinning tales of a sensual Sheikh and his lawyer wife who battle terrorism despite a price on their heads, a former rocker turned lawyer faced with a life-altering decision, a law school ménage a trois gone wrong, and a criminal defense attorney whose practice tips into the paranormal. The naughty yarns continue with a medieval adventure, a secret agent’s obsession with a law professor, a Lady turned lawyer fighting to regain her footing after a profound loss, a law student who strips to fund her studies, a fledging lawyer questioning a sexy deal with the devil, and a kinky lawyer fighting a chronic illness. This scintillating collection of ten sizzling short stories will make you laugh, they’ll make you cry, and yes, they’ll even make you blush, but in the end, you’ll run out and buy a set of handcuffs. Because you’re going to want to experience at least one of these hot little fantasies!
In the end, love, with all of its twists and turns, is about supporting and protecting your partner, and sometimes, that’s not always easy, especially when family gets in the way. However, unconditional love is about listening to the voices in your head, rather than the ones flapping about your ears, which means, just maybe, you have to learn to shut off the chatter and focus on what matters most, love. The Sheikh and the international law attorney return, still fighting for the victims of terrorism and their lives. Unfortunately, this time a new gauntlet is thrown and it is aimed directly at their family.
…Mari and Harun looked up as the door to the gallery opened. An older man in a white robe with a red and white headscarf entered, followed by a woman in a black robe and hajib. Two men in black suits also entered and positioned themselves by the door. The old man strode confidently to where Mari and Harun sat. He glared at them, then smirked. In a thickly accented voice, he said, “Ah, my invisible son. I was told I would find you here.” He looked at Mari, his eyes harsh as he surveyed her. “I see you have your pet Infidel with you.”
Mari struggled to hide her shock.
Harun stood and motioned Mari to follow. He pulled her beside him. “This is my wife and I expect you to show her the respect she is due!” Harun’s fury was clear. “I don’t know how you found us, but we have no interest in a conversation. Good day, sir. I wish you safe travels back to the hole you crawled out of.”
The Iranian woman gasped and the old man’s face reddened. “This is exactly why I intend to take possession of my granddaughter. Immediately. You will learn to respect your father and Islam. You are still my son and I demand your compliance. My granddaughter must learn her place as well. Everyone knows America corrupts its youth. I read a story in your New York Times about a school district that was installing machines for alwaqi aldhakri in their restrooms. Condoms for free. American teenage boys are pigs. The virtue of a teenage girl is not safe. I want my granddaughter back home where she can be schooled in proper behavior and our true religious beliefs.”
Mari stopped and turned to the man. “This is America, sir, and in America, women and children are not possessions. They have the same rights and privileges as any man. Best you take heed.”
The old man’s wife hissed and spat at Mari, her spittle landing on Mari’s shoe. “How dare you speak in such offense to my husband.” Her black eyes were cold.
Calmly, Mari removed her shoe and wiped it on the woman’s robe. Then she smiled at Harun and carefully placed her shoe back on her foot. “Let’s go, dear. Suddenly the stench in this room is quite overwhelming.”
The woman sputtered, muttering something in Farsi, but the old Sheikh restrained her.
Without saying a word, Harun muscled the two bodyguards aside and pulled Mari through the door.
As they walked away, his father shouted, “You and your American eahira will pay for your insults, my son! El-Sheitan Alaykom! Satan be upon you!”
About the author:
Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.
Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in seven works of fiction, including Kinky Briefs, Kinky Briefs, Too, The Garage Dweller, Kinky Briefs, Thrice, A Touchdown to Remember, and Kinky Briefs, Quatro, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.
When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!