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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
Description: Mia dubbed her life-sized clay sculpture, Adam, because he is the first man she's ever made. Most of her work has been female torsos, but recently her muse insisted it was time for her to produce a man. Though, she might have been confusing her surging libido with her artistic muse. Mia has been abstinent for nearly a year, but not because of any plan. Her best friend, Shirle, has organized a party for Mia to put an end to her long dry spell and give her vibrator a night off. Before she even gets out of Shirle's car, Mia meets Zed. Zed has come to the party to win a challenge. The waiters at the restaurant where he is the head chef and owner don't think a black French chef can country line dance. Once he meets Mia, his purpose for the night changes. He plans to spend the evening with this incredibly sexy woman whose sense of humour is developed enough to subject herself to the intense teasing from her friends about her lacking sex life. But he must decide whether he still wants Mia when he discovers Adam plays an important role in her life.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: July 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [88 KB]
Words: 18116
Reading time: 51-72 min.

"Mia! C'mon. What's taking you so long?" Mia's best friend, Shirle, yelled from the doorway of the sculpting studio. "Put down the tools and take a step back from that mountain of clay. You've been at it all day. It's Friday night. Time to party."

"Just a minute!" Mia called back. She rested her hands on the shoulders of the life-sized clay man in front of her and stared at his featureless face. "Show me your face," she whispered. "I'll stay here all night with you if you'll just show me your face."

Sometimes, she felt like she could hear him talking to her inside her head, but tonight he was quiet. She refused to analyse the mental health issues that hearing voices in her head could signify. Rather, she chose to focus on how she'd got more emotionally involved with this sculpture than anything she'd ever done before. She knew in her gut this was going to be one of the most special pieces in her body of work.

Squinting, she peered closer at the clay where his face should be, but she saw nothing to indicate how his eyes, nose or mouth should look. "You're not ready to come out yet, are you?" she asked the lifeless form. "Fine, then I'm going dancing. I'll be back tomorrow if you feel like showing up...if I don't get lucky tonight."

She pulled the plastic cover over her clay man, wiped her tools clean, and clicked off her work lamp before joining Shirle at the door.

"Girl, we've got to hurry if we're going to make you party-presentable by eight." Shirle grabbed Mia's wrist and dragged her out of the studio.

Mia cast a final look over her shoulder at her latest project. She'd dubbed him Adam, because he was the first man she'd ever created. Most of her work had been female torsos with their curves and soft lines, but a few months ago her muse became adamant that it was time for her to produce a man. Though, she might have been confusing her surging libido with her artistic muse.

She'd been abstinent for nearly a year, but not because of any kind of premeditated plan. She'd been finding it hard to meet any men who met her criteria. She wasn't especially selective, but the pickings over the past year had been slim to none.

Tonight was Shirle's attempt to end Mia's long dry spell and give her vibrator a night off. Shirle had organised a huge gathering of artists, actors and musicians from her Facebook connections, specifically sending the call out to all the straight, single men in the Chicagoland area. It was unofficially being called the Break Mia's Abstinence Bash.

Mia would have been more embarrassed if she wasn't so damn horny. She really hoped she'd meet someone appropriate for a weekend of hot sex. She wasn't looking for the long-term happily-ever-after. She wasn't sure that would ever exist for her. At thirty years old, she'd given up the idea of settling down. She'd be perfectly satisfied with finding a happy-for-right-now man to get her needs met.

"I'm driving. Leave your car here," Shirle said.

"How am I going to get back to the studio in the morning if I leave my car here?"

Shirle stared at her then rolled her eyes. "Girl, you're not going to be thinking of working your cold, wet clay in the morning. If my plan works, you'll be having hot, wet sex until you're too limp to raise your arms."

"We can only hope," Mia said, sliding down into the passenger seat of Shirle's little compact car.