Hot Blue Velvet
The Velvet Series
Leanore Elliott
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Editor: Lea Ellen Borg
Cover Art provided
By
Wicked Muse Covers
©April, 2013 Leanore Elliott
Wicked Muse Publishing
For all of us ‘Plush girls’ who love a good erotic adventure
…
I wish to add three Plush Girls to this dedication,
who gave Five star reviews for Double Plush and
cheerfully motivated me to finish Hot Blue& Crushed Velvet:
Lisa Zetouna, Timberlee Ramsey & Lien Lin
~*~
See The BBW Velvet Video:
“Love isn’t an emotion or instinct really; it’s an art.”----
*
Mae West*
PREFACE
F
latonia, Texas…
A delightful little town that keeps the old spirit of history alive. Despite its size, it is a busy little place with pockets of industry. The railroad is big there with actual tours of the railway stations and such. There are real cattle ranches there as well, which I depicted in this story.
The houses are so charming with green trees and huge yards. When you walk through downtown, the buildings are well painted and preserved. There are some with a vast historical significance, and you will feel like you are walking through history.
The people are good natured and friendly, and the land isn’t as flat as the name implies. There are rolling green fields of purple blue bonnets, trees and some lush scenery.
The heritage of these Flatonians is varied; German, Italian and Czech. There is also a Spanish line mixed in with the flavors of this frontier west.
Why did I choose Flatonia for my Velvet Series? Charm, sassiness and a bit of home cookin’!
Today, on our Kindles, we get to visit South Texas again.
Hang on for a hot, sexy velvet ride….
PROLOGUE
To Do List
Never look back, unless you’re planning to go that way…
Friday Night, Flatonia Apartments
B
ren Plush shook all over and didn’t know how to make it stop. She wanted everything to be perfect. She knelt down and felt the temperature of the bath water.
Too hot?
A nervous giggle escaped her. Not as hot as the tasty cowboy who waited in her living room.
Her—living room! That’s right, Mama! I did it. I shamelessly went for it.
She just couldn’t believe that Trevor Kincade, all 6‘2” of him, the hottest thing to ride leather…sat waiting for her special bubble bath. She needed to calm down and try to act right. She still couldn’t take in all that’d happened.
After weeks of jonsing for the tall, sexy cowboy she’d met while waitressing at the Flattop, she decided that her life was empty and boring as hell. She swallowed her fear and went out to the Kincade ranch and applied for the cook’s job there. The monarch of the Kincade family, Marge, was a tough old lady. Thankfully, Trevor’s sister, Kanda, got her hired. She said she was tired of doing all the cooking.
Bren couldn’t believe her luck, and she was put right to work too. Then, to her surprise, she found that she’d been chasing the wrong man. Wait—the right man, but the wrong… She let out a sigh. How was she to know her ideal man was half of a whole set of identical twins?
At least she’d caught on before it became a three way combustive explosion of drama. Travis, Trevor’s twin, had never been interested in her chubby ass anyway. Well, not until he thought his brother might be.
I convinced Trevor finally though. I could tell the difference between them.
Good thing, because after Trev’s confession about how his brother stole his last girl?
Whew. I almost fucked it all up!
Taking a deep breath, she shut the water off and gazed around at the bathroom.
Hurry up, you got him here and now you’re daydreamin’?
Okay, scented bubbles, temperature just right and towels at the ready. Now what’s next on the list of what would make this even better?
Candles!
Yeah, that would be sexy. Rose-scented bath, low lighting, and maybe the pounding of her life too! She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself as she thought of what a wonderful round of pounding she’d received just this very afternoon.
Trevor had stripped down to his natural state and she’d nearly orgasmed on the spot.
Oh, wow he was a long, tall drink of water, all right.
He’d planted her on a wooden table and stood back to remove his jeans. As he unbuttoned his fly? She had almost bit her lip clean through. He had a physique that just didn’t stop! Imagining that tall muscular bod and a package—oh, man. Some packages are just meant to be opened and enjoyed, way before Christmas! She covered her mouth to keep from laughing aloud and felt her cheeks flaming.
She needed to quit dawdling. He was gonna get impatient and think she’d drowned herself or something. Anxiously, she rifled through the vanity drawer and found a few vanilla candles, then looked around for matches. She pulled open drawer number two and three.
Dammit!
Maybe in the kitchen?
She stepped to the door and took a deep breath. Opening it, she peeked out
. Darnit, Bren, what the hell are you sneakin’ around for?
Bravely, she stepped out into her tiny hall and made her way to the living room. “Well, the bubble bath is on, sexy…” Bren looked around. No Trevor. She made her way to the kitchen. Maybe he was looking for a beer?
Her little all white kitchen stood empty. No Trevor. Her heartbeat picked up.
Where was he?
She rushed to the door and to the railing, peering down at the parking lot.
No truck. No Trevor,
the statement repeated in her mind. What happened?
Bren tried not to panic. Why would he just up and leave like that?
Men were easy to get but hard to keep.
She shook her head and pushed the horrible saying from her mind.
This just couldn’t be true about Trev though.
She shut the door and sat on her couch with a huge sigh. If he went to get something, then why didn’t he just tell her? Her eyes dropped to her coffee table and her heart nearly stopped.
There, on top of her
Glamour
magazine was her
list of to do
notebook. On it, as usual, was a boring list:
BUY MILK
Do a load of whites
Check mail
Go after the hottest cowboy in the world…Travis K!
“Oh, God!” Bren stood up as she stared down at the little heart doodles she’d drawn around his name. Trevor had sat right here and saw that! He couldn’t know that I didn’t know about the twin thing two days ago.
That was the only name I had; the cook at the Flattop told me his name was Travis. How was I to know that it was Trev I wanted and not Travis?
She wrung her hands nervously.
What can I do?
He really had a complex over his brother and who could blame him, really? Travis took his girlfriend by fooling her into thinking she was sleeping with Trevor. Bren thought of the very confused housekeeper at the Triple K.
She was easy to fool, I’ll bet.
Also, his brother only showed an interest in me after he knew Trevor liked me.
Bren sat back down on her couch with a hard thump.
It was all going so well, and we were just getting started.
She needed help; she needed a plan. Oh, boy, she knew she’d regret this, but she needed her mama!