Prince
ROMANCES
The Body Snatcher Wears Lipstick
Snow White and the Alien
Dear reader, as this list is not always comprehensive due to more stories being churned out after this point in publishing, please visit http://artemishunt.blogspot.com/ and http://aphroditehunt.blogspot.com/ for more stories and updates. I write as Artemis Hunt for erotic romances with a more romance feel and Aphrodite Hunt for pure erotica and erotic romances which are slightly kinkier. So please be aware of what you’re getting into, dear reader, when you read one of my stories. Thank you so much for your support.
READ THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS OF ‘THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2’ BY ARTEMIS HUNT
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2
PROLOGUE
She sticks her downloaded Internet photos of him onto the corkboard. She pins them up by the edges, taking care not to deface his beautiful face in any way.
Not yet, at least.
BRIAN MORTON. President and CEO of Vanguard Advertising, the hippest, most avant-garde advertising firm in Chicago. The firm corporations flock to when they want something different, thought- and mood-provoking . . . and sexy.
It is so unfair. He has everything – good looks, charm, brilliance, money, success. And she has nothing.
This will be rectified very soon.
Because she’s going to make him pay for what he did to her. She’s going to make that promiscuous, no good, lying son of a bitch suffer as he has never suffered before. And when she’s through with him, he’s going to rue the day he was born.
She stands a little distance away from the corkboard, studying his photos from an angle. He’s so handsome with his huge bedroom eyes, fantastic hair – always maintaining that ‘just out of bed’ tumbled look – and his wide sensuous lips. Lips that she has kissed repeatedly when he was fucking her. She can still feel him inside her, even though it’s only a memory. A ghost of a memory. An imprint of emotions turned topsy-turvy; of love turned to hate.
She sure as hell hates him now. She clenches her fist, harnessing the accumulated vitriol which is manifesting in the bile that curdles her throat.
Brian Morton, when I’m through with you, you will have nothing left.
1
In the boardroom of the company he founded with his cousin, Brian Morton stands in front of a screen. He loves doing his own presentations, especially if he has coined the idea himself.
In this instance, his client happens to be the mayor’s office – a real coup for Vanguard. The mayor has long been with Barstow Advertising across the street. But for this particular ad, the mayor’s office had wanted something different. Something provocative.
Vanguard has acquired the reputation for provocation, thanks in no small measure to Brian’s own efforts.
Brian says, “Basically, people are becoming numbed to advertising. You need to get their attention. And trust me, this will.”
He depresses a button on the remote control. A Powerpoint slide appears onscreen.
The mayor’s representatives sit up in their seats. A stir goes through the entire room. People lean over to whisper to one another. The air bristles with excitement.
“Exactly the reaction I’d hoped for,” Brian remarks.
He turns to the screen. The image is that of two silver cars in twisted wrecks upon the grey tarmac of a freeway. Or at least, that’s what they initially resemble. But look again. These are not cars. These are smashed and broken cellphones designed to resemble cars. Their display screens are unmistakable, as are their damaged keypads. The telephone poles in the background only serve to accentuate the freeway impression.
“Don’t text while you drive,” Brian finishes.
The expressions of the people in the room are admiring, rapturous. Applause breaks out, even from his own team – who has seen the copy many times. The applause swells, and there are cries of “Bravo!”, “Amazing!”, “Wonderful!”
Brian basks in this acknowledgment of yet
ROMANCES
The Body Snatcher Wears Lipstick
Snow White and the Alien
Dear reader, as this list is not always comprehensive due to more stories being churned out after this point in publishing, please visit http://artemishunt.blogspot.com/ and http://aphroditehunt.blogspot.com/ for more stories and updates. I write as Artemis Hunt for erotic romances with a more romance feel and Aphrodite Hunt for pure erotica and erotic romances which are slightly kinkier. So please be aware of what you’re getting into, dear reader, when you read one of my stories. Thank you so much for your support.
READ THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS OF ‘THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2’ BY ARTEMIS HUNT
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2
PROLOGUE
She sticks her downloaded Internet photos of him onto the corkboard. She pins them up by the edges, taking care not to deface his beautiful face in any way.
Not yet, at least.
BRIAN MORTON. President and CEO of Vanguard Advertising, the hippest, most avant-garde advertising firm in Chicago. The firm corporations flock to when they want something different, thought- and mood-provoking . . . and sexy.
It is so unfair. He has everything – good looks, charm, brilliance, money, success. And she has nothing.
This will be rectified very soon.
Because she’s going to make him pay for what he did to her. She’s going to make that promiscuous, no good, lying son of a bitch suffer as he has never suffered before. And when she’s through with him, he’s going to rue the day he was born.
She stands a little distance away from the corkboard, studying his photos from an angle. He’s so handsome with his huge bedroom eyes, fantastic hair – always maintaining that ‘just out of bed’ tumbled look – and his wide sensuous lips. Lips that she has kissed repeatedly when he was fucking her. She can still feel him inside her, even though it’s only a memory. A ghost of a memory. An imprint of emotions turned topsy-turvy; of love turned to hate.
She sure as hell hates him now. She clenches her fist, harnessing the accumulated vitriol which is manifesting in the bile that curdles her throat.
Brian Morton, when I’m through with you, you will have nothing left.
1
In the boardroom of the company he founded with his cousin, Brian Morton stands in front of a screen. He loves doing his own presentations, especially if he has coined the idea himself.
In this instance, his client happens to be the mayor’s office – a real coup for Vanguard. The mayor has long been with Barstow Advertising across the street. But for this particular ad, the mayor’s office had wanted something different. Something provocative.
Vanguard has acquired the reputation for provocation, thanks in no small measure to Brian’s own efforts.
Brian says, “Basically, people are becoming numbed to advertising. You need to get their attention. And trust me, this will.”
He depresses a button on the remote control. A Powerpoint slide appears onscreen.
The mayor’s representatives sit up in their seats. A stir goes through the entire room. People lean over to whisper to one another. The air bristles with excitement.
“Exactly the reaction I’d hoped for,” Brian remarks.
He turns to the screen. The image is that of two silver cars in twisted wrecks upon the grey tarmac of a freeway. Or at least, that’s what they initially resemble. But look again. These are not cars. These are smashed and broken cellphones designed to resemble cars. Their display screens are unmistakable, as are their damaged keypads. The telephone poles in the background only serve to accentuate the freeway impression.
“Don’t text while you drive,” Brian finishes.
The expressions of the people in the room are admiring, rapturous. Applause breaks out, even from his own team – who has seen the copy many times. The applause swells, and there are cries of “Bravo!”, “Amazing!”, “Wonderful!”
Brian basks in this acknowledgment of yet
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