Summer stared at the row of penises laid out in front of her—seven inches tall, standing straight up, and made of chocolate. Some dark chocolate, some milk chocolate, a couple of white chocolate, and a few where she’d experimented and created a pale flesh tone made from a combination of white and milk chocolate with a dab of red.
There was a constant thrum of voices in the large convention hall. Several people streamed by the table, some glancing at the erotic chocolates she had neatly arranged on the table, but most heading straight to the stack of books to
“Whew! A curl-your-toes, hot and sweaty erotic romance. I didn’t not put this book down until I read it from cover to cover…I highly recommend this one.” –Fresh Fiction