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Nine lives, nine loves, nine tales of passion and desire. Some sweet and romantic, bubbly like champagne. Some hot and juicy, directly addressing body regions south of the waistline.Hayet Brach is well known for populating her stories withMoreNine lives, nine loves, nine tales of passion and desire. Some sweet and romantic, bubbly like champagne. Some hot and juicy, directly addressing body regions south of the waistline.Hayet Brach is well known for populating her stories with realistic, believable characters anyone can relate to: Meet lovers, strangers, unexpected guests, and accidental roommates. Read about artful seduction, powerful attraction, and opportunities just too hot to miss.This book contains 9 stories previously released in four separate volumes, now bundled and offered at a discount price.The Early BirdCoffee BreakIt Would Be A MasterpieceThe GuestGarden ViewSelf-ExperimentSomething In The WaterBetter Than Woollen SocksDouble Room_ _ _ _ _Excerpts:From Coffee Break:I stood up, took my handbag and walked to the ladies’, feeling the young man’s eyes on my back all the way.I shut myself in one of the cubicles and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. I pulled off my shoes, stripped off the ruined tights and shoved them into my handbag. I slipped my shoes back on again and stood up. I walked a few steps on the spot to get used to the feeling.I was about to leave the cubicle – I’d already unbolted the door – when I had an idea.I reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. I slipped them down my legs until they were around my ankles and I could easily step out. Then I picked them up and stashed them in my bag along with the tights.I straightened my skirt and returned to the café.From Garden View:She was a strapping lass and Max was instantly attracted to her. She was tanned a deep brown and had carefully pinned up her dark hair. She had broad hips and strong, shapely legs. She was wearing tight-fitting jeans, rolled up to her knees and setting off her taut calves to excellent advantage. Pushing a barrow filled with tools and fresh flowers, she crossed the lawn, and headed straight for the ravaged bed. She clearly knew her way around, had been in this garden before. There was a spring in her step and the bib of her gardening apron strained over her full breasts, which trembled with every step like ripe fruit.She slipped off her flip-flops and stepped barefoot into the flower bed. First she gathered up the scattered flowers and leaves from the ground, turning her back on Max as she did so. Each time she bent down, he got a tempting view of her round bottom encased in the tight jeans. What an amazing ass! thought Max.From Double Room:I walked into a small anteroom which contained a wardrobe. I put my case down on the thick, soft carpet. On stepping into the sleeping area, I suddenly found myself confronting an unexpected situation.On the bed,ﾠmyﾠhotel bed, sat a woman. She was in her late twenties, not particularly tall, and with a round, pretty face, framed to good effect by a chestnut brown pageboy haircut. While her eyes were closed, her mouth was half open, and there was an expression of determined concentration on her face. The unknown woman was leaning against the wall at the head end of the bed. She was wearing a neat black blouse under a blazer, also black. It was a combination that suited her perfectly.From the waist down, however, she was wearing nothing at all.