Resort to Naughtiness

by Elise Hepner

Genres: LGBT Lesbian

Synopsis

An erotic novella with f/f, BDSM and destination erotica themes. Willa pinched pennies for two years to afford a resort vacation that's way out of her fire technician's salary. So she enlists the help of a vacation roommate to cut her costs in half. Enter Shelby, the little waif who, on her way down to their cabin, befalls trouble, making Willa play reluctant nursemaid. Shelby is very persuasive. She'll erase Willa's half of the bill - if Willa lays her complete submission on the line. A quiet ski resort vacation may turn into the mother of all sleepovers - and all Willa can think about is Shelby beneath her scorching sheets.

Release date: March 28, 2013

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 46

Sample

Chapter One

Willa perched half-off the edge of a supple, brown leather couch plush enough to swallow patrons whole and jiggled her snow-booted foot. No use in checking her cell for the 18th time when there hadn’t been so much as a chirp in the past hour. She made a low noise of discontent. At least the weather was consistent. With a less than subtle neck crack, her eyes strayed away from the rustic cabin doorway to the fluttering, crystalline flakes littering the darkening sky outside the window.

‘Come on, Shelby. Do not stick me with your half of the bill or, so help me, I’ll find you in that little horse-drawn carriage town you call home. I don’t even give a shit that you never gave me a name.’

Gaze focused on the window, her hand snaked out for the complimentary mug of hot chocolate the ski resort had left on the table upon her arrival. One sip later and she was wearing the cold, sugary mix down the front of her white sweater. Christ, she couldn’t catch a break. But she kept her filthy words to herself and stripped off the soft cable knit. Better that it was pre-soaked in warm water and soap instead of a swift throw in the combination washer/dryer the place had come rigged with.

She made up the soak, set the whole mess in the sink, and came back to the living room, furnished vaguely in the style of a hunting lodge. A quick riffle through her small bag on the other end of the couch produced another sweater – same style, different colour. This one was a light periwinkle and she quickly tugged it on. So far, not the most stellar start to her first vacation in two years. Willa tugged her shoulder-length auburn ponytail out of the back of the sweater and hopped to getting the mugs washed and put away in the cupboards.

At least she had a task, instead of twiddling her thumbs like she’d been stood up on a date. In some ways that would have been better. If this had been a damn date – only a one-night affair – there’d be nothing stopping her from high-tailing it out of this snow-covered paradise and back to her small suburb apartment without having a cent hanging over her head. But, as it stood now, Willa was in the hole for a nice chunk of premium resort change unless her partner didn’t show up to pay her week’s worth of dues for their shared vacation.

She should have known the website – designed to hook up random people who couldn’t afford five-star vacations by themselves – was too good to be true. Any and all liability now rested on her shoulders. The contract had been pretty damn crystal on that fact – and a lot of other little clauses that held the hotel in no way responsible if a patron couldn’t pay. Of course, there was always the possibility that Shelby was late for a good reason.

‘Yeah, and if that’s the case she could learn to use a phone. If she was resourceful enough she could even use a payphone to call the resort, who would directly connect to me,’ she muttered, scouring the mug within an inch of the icy blue glaze.

There was the possibility that maybe she shouldn’t be so hard on the missing girl, but think first judge later wasn’t high on the priority list. Faith was a thing best considered broken. With a long puff of air through her lips she turned the sink off with a hit of her wrist, shelved the mugs in the sweet smelling wood cabinet, and tried to figure out what the hell she was going to do now. There were ample cooking supplies that came with the cabin, and grocery delivery whenever they requested it – free of charge.

But the last thing she wanted to do was reward a no-show, excuse-ridden stranger with a delectable home-cooked meal. So what if her stomach was particularly grumbly? She’d held out in far worse conditions during her training to be a firefighter. Mandatory emergency survival was a real bitch – but a necessity. She stopped her long, quick strides across the room and decided she’d wait another half hour before preparing anything. If the woman wasn’t here she’d have a lovely meal to herself. In the event she did show up, she’d stick her tongue out at her, call dibs on whatever she had made, and tell Shelby to get her own grub.

More than a little self-satisfied with her plan, Willa was through bei. . .