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Love, Hippie Style
Love, Hippie Style
Love, Hippie Style
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Love, Hippie Style

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Jacqueline Mathis was a straight-laced secretary, trying to claw her way up the corporate ladder. But one day she met a street musician with the voice of an angel and a body made for sin. When fate throws them together and she takes him home, can she throw off her upbringing and learn to relax? Because Darren is really cute, and he wants to teach her about Love...Hippie Style!

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“Hmm.” Somehow, she was leaning against him, her head against his chest. The low sound he made was a gentle rumble in his chest. The sound felt strangely good. A friendly sound.

“You have beautiful hair,” he said quietly. His mouth was near her ear, and the feel of his warm breath on her skin made her shiver. She watched, fascinated, as the skin in her arm drew up in tiny goosebumps. “Why do you wear it up? I bet you’d look fantastic if you let it down.”

“I...” She fought to explain. “I want to advance in my company. Be an executive someday. I have to look professional.”

“Long hair is unprofessional?” With a start, she realized his long, clever fingers were at her scalp. There was a faint, metallic chime, and she saw a hairpin dance on the mottled surface of the coffee table, followed by several more in quick succession.

She should have been furious. Who did this near-stranger think he was, to go poking around in her hairdo without her permission? But she knew, with an instinct that went beyond logic, that she could trust him. And when the last hairpin was removed and her hair fell over his hands in a silken cloud and he combed it with his fingers, she drew in a sharp breath in sheer atavistic pleasure.

“Oh,” she said, stress melting away as the tight bun was released. “That feels good.” His fingers were at her scalp, softly rubbing, and her head slumped back against his chest. Somehow, she was cradled in his arms, both of them half-sitting, half-lying on the coach, her back to his chest, his legs stretched out to either side of hers.

He lifted her hair away, and she could feel the gentle press of his lips against her neck. She shivered in sudden pleasure. He was so gentle! So careful! She wiggled back against him and smiled. Somewhere under the bathrobe, something long and hard was pressing against the small of her back. Something impressively long, in fact, and she felt her body grow warm, thinking about it.

“You can do more than that,” she said. “Can’t you?” Reaching behind her, she found his hand and set it suggestively on her inner thigh.

She arched her back as his hands began to explore her legs. And when they lifted to her chest to slowly unbutton her blouse, she didn’t try to stop him. Soon, the buttons were undone, the blouse gaping open. Darren’s hands cupped her satin-covered mounds, softly squeezing, and she squeezed her own thighs together as warmth began to boil in her center, like a pot of water left on the stove.

Part of her knew this was madness. She barely knew the man! But the rest of her rejoiced as stress and strain melted away under his skillful hands. The constant battle to be strong in a man’s world, the never-ending struggle to prove herself, faded away as she gave in to pure sensation.

“Jackie,” Darren whispered. She gasped as his tongue flicked over her earlobe. “Can I take off your bra?”

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Release dateDec 10, 2017
ISBN9781370392551
Love, Hippie Style
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Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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    Love, Hippie Style - Alana Church

    Love, Hippie Style!

    By Alana Church

    Artwork by Moira Nelligar

    Copyright 2017 Alana Church

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    ~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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    San Francisco, May 1967

    The tramping of her roommates in their tiny, cramped apartment woke Jacqueline Mathis. Blinking, she raised her head, looking out her bedroom window. Bright sunlight lit the wall of the neighboring building, only a few yards away.

    Morning again already?

    She slumped back on her lumpy mattress. How much longer can I do this? She had been at her job at the advertising firm until nearly midnight, forced to run errands, fetch coffee, and smile for a pack of braying jackasses who wouldn’t know good ad copy if it jumped out of a tree and bit them on the ass.

    Groaning, she staggered out of bed and into the closet their landlord laughingly referred to as a bathroom. After she peed and washed her face, she stumbled into the kitchen, where Maria and Rosa were cheerfully chatting over their breakfast.

    Good morning, Maria chirped. A small, birdlike woman a few years older than herself, she worked as a teller at a bank.

    Jacqueline grunted, hunting in the cupboard for some cereal.

    Isn’t she cheerful? Rosa, Maria’s sister, remarked, her dark-skinned face smiling. I swear, the president should just send her around to all those anti-war protests. One look at her face and they’d decide to go somewhere else.

    Ha. Ha. She sat in the lone empty chair, pouring cereal into a bowl and adding milk. Her eyes closed, she began to shovel cereal into her mouth, chewing and swallowing mechanically.

    "Tough night, chica?" Rosa asked sympathetically. About her own age, she worked at a grocery store nearby.

    Long night, she said. "I had to close the place down. Those idiots were still swilling coffee and trying to decide what women really want in a car until after eleven o’clock. I didn’t get back until after midnight."

    Yes, I heard you when you came in. The older woman shook her head. "I admire what you’re trying to do, mi amiga, but is it worth it? All those years at school, all this work. I’ve heard the stories you tell when you come home. No matter how hard you try, you’re always going to be just another woman to the bosses. What’s worse, an educated woman. Do you really think a big company like yours is going to promote a woman?"

    Her fingers clenched on the spoon. Yes. They will. I won’t give them a choice. If I am better than the men, they’ll have to choose me.

    Oh, girl. The sisters exchanged glances. Do you have a lot to learn. You should be thinking about catching a husband instead. You’re not growing any younger, you know.

    *****

    They’re wrong, she told herself, emerging from the shower. She dressed with casual efficiency, putting on the pantyhose, black skirt, white blouse, and dark jacket with quick, sure motions. In the tiny bathroom, she applied a tasteful

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