Brooke Kazee
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Brooke Kazee has always dreamed of being a novelist. Her desire to write about her most intimate fantasies came from a need to escape the pressures of her day job. What better way to convey her message than to explore the inner workings of her mind with a series called “Won’t You Play With Me?” After all, it’s the question that we all want to ask in that unwavering sexiness that accompanies the depths of our wild dreams. The series is a starting point for Brooke and she plans to keep writing about the pleasures of lust and love in all of its forms- even breaking into the romance genre in the near future.
Brooke lives with her family outside of Philadelphia. She used to spend her days stuck in a cubicle amongst the corporate rat race but was recently sprung from that hell. Now, when she’s not locked away in her little writing nook or chained to her four-post bed, she can generally be found at the local café with a few beloved friends, of which includes her precious coffee. Her favorite things include apple martinis, Saint Bernards, and the spell-check function. Brooke loves to hear from readers. |
Won't You Play With Me?: The Grande Escapade
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Erotica
She was a woman trying to climb the corporate ladder, with no time for conventional relationships she had to find some way to meet her womanly needs. However, she had a dark fantasy. She wanted to be controlled. As hard as she tried she could not break the stigma that this was the wrong way to feel. She just got so tired of having to be the one to control everything as an older woman, alone she was in charge of everything in her life. Her loneliness and desires seemed to conflict with one another. She just wanted a release. She finally decided one night to give it a try. He was a young executive in a big office, he had no control over anything. He just wanted to feel in control of something in his life. He was too busy to bother with looking for a relationship. He had to find a way to meet his needs if he didn’t he would surely rot away in his corner office. Then he met her, she just seemed to be the kind of woman he was looking for. She was hot, and always in control. She might just be what he needed. He offers a nice little compensation plan, to be his personal assistant. In his office is where the sparks begin to fly. Everyone has a price. 
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Won't You Play With Me?: The Broken Deadlock
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Erotica
She was stuck in a loveless marriage, feeling like she was just too old to start over again. She had pretty much resolved that she would be miserable for the rest of her life. She prayed night after night for God just help her find a way to cope with her life and the misery her husband made her feel on a daily basis when he left for days on end with any number of various women. Alone on night, as she so often was, her phone rang with an unexpected call from her brother-in-law. A younger and much more reasonable and sensible man than her husband. She decided to meet up with him on this particular night- to just feel a little normal for once. And that’s when the two of them discovered the burning desire they had for one another and the heat that would soon be turned up. Would they find solace within each other? 
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Won't You Play With Me?: One Way Shot
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Erotica
A young woman alone in the big city. She just wanted something different, something great in her life for once. Coming from an impersonal upbringing, she needed some excitement in her life. It was one lonely night in a bar, that she got that something different. As she sat, drinking margaritas and wishing for a better life, a young history major in town for work waltzed in the bar. Himself looking for something different, he met a young dark haired beautiful girl with an air of mystery about her. She had been watching from across the dusty jazz bar. The young history major left with her, not even knowing her name. Apparently, there was something that drew them together. This was it, the something different she had been looking for. In a dark mansion, she discovers exactly what that something was. This was certainly not something she would soon forget. Not now, not ever. 
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