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JACK IN THE BOX (factual fiction / sexual astrology / semi-erotic)
Title = Mature Audience
Summary: A sensuous business acquaintance breaks Drea's stale fixation with her first love, Jack.
Dedication: For my friends, readers/customers, enemies, fellow
LENGTH: 17,000 words
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Tone of this story = plot > porn (via an epistolary and 'sexual-astrological' perspective).
P.S. Grammatical and other inconsistencies are due to artistic license.
* Enters Amazon Bestseller List!
* Mentioned on Word
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"I read (Jack in the Box), which I loved. I am looking forward
to the other stories. You are not obscene as far as I can see. You write
about emotion and you capture it and convey it beautifully. You have
something very original and very contemporary."
"This is not your run-of-the-mill erotic fiction. Jess C Scott
has invented a new genre. That's worth 5 of anybody's stars, isn't it?"
"...it's one thing to learn about your woman's past,
and it's quite another to be put right there. It was really
good writing, Jess. I know because I had to run from it. I can barely
think of another moment when I ever had to do that. I don't run. I choose
my battles, sure; but I don’t run. I had to rush through the last ten
pages like they were on fire, grasping the meaning and avoiding as many
details that would put me there as I possibly could, feeling that the
end couldn't come soon enough. Details can be harsh! It was one hell
of an experience. I love you regardless."
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She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare
arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's
ground floor. The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights--the Victoria's
Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase "confidence,"
or "sexual appeal," or whatever it was that was being advertised--the
fluorescent lights in each store, contrasting with the shiny, black-tiled
walls and eye-catching speckled marble tiles on the ground.