Lucky 7 by Sommer Marsden

  • Written by: Sommer Marsden


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A big machine kink and sharp teeth cravings, a celebratory threesome, a bartender with specific urges, and a wife who likes to share her husband as an appetizer. Roll yourself a lucky number seven with this new collection by Sommer Marsden.

This short anthology comes after the success of Lucky Streak, the follow-up book to the original anthology Lucky 13—#9 in Violet Blue's Ten Hottest Sex Books of 2009. It’s bursting at the seams with neon colored characters and their tempting tales. From the darkly erotic The Scent of Her to the kinky Big Machines to the romantic Finger Bang. Take a chance and treat yourself to these seven sexy stories.




“That one?” Jonas asks, toying with the cocktail napkin. He doesn’t stare directly at her but the toss of his head goes in the exact same direction as my eyes.

“Her,” I confirm.

“What about her?”

“She’s hot. She’s…” I shrug, sipping my white wine. It tastes too sweet all the sudden. Cloying. Like fear.

“Innocent,” I finish.

White. Pristine. Pure. All the things that I am not. That’s what she is to me—this stranger. She is the pure white moon to my blood red moon. The pristine white lily to my black rose.

“You know,” he says in my ear. “I love you, Amelia.”

“I know. But she’s so much…better.” To be blunt, the idea of Jonas with a good girl, an innocent girl, gets me off.

His faced darkens. “I hate this part of your game.”

It is my game and he’s made it his. He’s embraced it the way he has with every fucked up thing of mine. If I asked him to open his chest and pull free his heart, he would. He loves me more than I deserve. He should have a girl like her.

“I know.”

He grips my face a bit too hard, enough to squeeze my skin and quicken my heart and get my attention. “I’ll do this for you. I’ll do anything for you. But you are who I love. So, don’t you mess with that.”

My eyes roam away from his and he twists my head just a bit.

“Do you hear me, Amelia?”

I clear my throat and manage a yes. My pussy clenches tight and wet and I wait for him to let me go. Finally, he does and I turn my face back to her. The girl by the bar. The one in the white sweater with the dark hair falling around her face and the rose-red lips.

“Her,” I whisper again.


This book was added to our catalog on Thursday 24 August, 2017.

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