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  Pierce Me

  Simone Sowood

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Pierce Me

  Eloise

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  Gabe

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  Epilogue - Gabe

  Carny: A Bad Boy Small Town Romance

  Epigraph

  Ride to Live, Live to Ride (Steel)

  When I See You Smile (Emily)

  Caught in a Mosh (Steel)

  Kickstart my Heart (Emily)

  Ace of Spades (Steel)

  Wasted Years (Emily)

  Stargazer (Steel)

  I’m a Rebel (Emily)

  Holy Diver (Steel)

  Never Say Goodbye (Emily)

  Victim of Changes (Steel)

  Alone (Emily)

  I Remember You (Steel)

  All by Myself (Emily)

  The Memory Remains (Steel)

  Love Walked In (Emily)

  Stranger in a Strange Land (Steel)

  More Than Words Can Say (Emily)

  Rock You Like a Hurricane (Steel)

  Silent Scream (Emily)

  She’s the Woman (Steel)

  Symptom of the Universe (Emily)

  We’re Not Going to Take It (Steel)

  Running with the Devil (Emily)

  Hell Bent for Leather (Steel)

  Drop Dead Legs (Emily)

  Every Rose has a Thorn (Steel)

  Welcome to the Jungle (Emily)

  Peace Sells (Steel)

  New World Man (Emily)

  One (Steel)

  Orgasmatron (Emily)

  Rainbow in the Dark (Steel)

  Wind of Change (Emily)

  Into the Void (Steel)

  Home Sweet Home (Emily)

  Symphony of Destruction (Steel)

  The Big Money (Emily)

  A Touch of Evil (Steel)

  Reason to Live (Emily)

  Glory of Love (Steel)

  Epilogue - Emily

  Lip Service

  Knox

  Avery

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  Epilogue (Avery)

  Copyright © 2017 by Simone Sowood

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Author’s Note

  Pierce Me is a full length, 50,000+ word novel. Please note it ends at 33%.

  I’ve also included two complete 50,000+ word bonus books for your enjoyment.

  Carny also features a genital piercing, though on the hero. It’s also my personal favorite of all my books I’ve written.

  The last book is bestselling Lip Service. Knox is an oh so sexy mechanic next door and I’m sure you’ll love it too!

  Happy reading

  Simone xoxo

  Pierce Me

  She's never had an Orgasm, and I’m going to make up for that.

  When Eloise walks into my tattoo parlor, she thinks she knows what she’s after - a piercing to help take her where no man can.

  But I don’t want to help her the way she thinks.

  I had a crush on her all the way through grade school.

  The last time I saw her was seventh grade, when my life was falling apart.

  Now she has the same cute pony tail as always but the rest of her grown up body makes me hard just looking at it.

  I’ll give her a piercing alright, and it will be the deepest one of her life.

  Never had an O, welcome to Oh My God!

  *** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a sizzling hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***

  Eloise

  Trouble having orgasms? You need to read this!

  The headline on the magazine cover catches my eye. It certainly applies to me. But I have no time to read it now.

  I carry on laying out the new magazines in the waiting room. We’re about to open. My first patient will be here soon and I still have to go over his notes.

  “Hey, sweetie,” my mom says as I pass her in the hallway. Her hair is the same almost-black color as mine. Like every day, it’s pulled back in a neat bun, and her glasses sit on the end of her nose.

  “Morning, Mom,” I say, smiling at her.

  “Are you coming for dinner tomorrow?”

  “Don’t I always come for dinner every Saturday night?”

  “I didn’t know if you had a better offer.”

  “Unfortunately not. I have to settle for you and Dad.”

  I haven’t had a date in months. After I broke up with Chet, my last boyfriend, I lost interest in dating and men in general. Probably because none of my ex-boyfriends ever satisfied me.

  Marcy, our nosy receptionist, pokes her head around the corner and says, “Eloise, your first patient is here.”

  “Okay, thanks. Send him to my room. Talk to you later, Mom.”

  I quickly re-tie my ponytail and review his notes while he’s in the room. It’s not a complex case. He broke his shoulder two months ago and is now rebuilding the strength in his muscles. This is the third time I’ve seen him and I hope he’s been doing his exercises.

  The most frustrating thing about being a physiotherapist is that half the time the people never do their exercises. There’s not much I can do to help them if they don’t.

  My parents are both doctors, with their own medical practice. After I finished school, I joined the medical practice as an in-house physiotherapist.

  It’s great that the three of us get along well and can work together. We are a close family, and I’m good friends with both my parents and my sister, Sophie.

  Sophie’s currently studying medicine at the University of Rochester and plans on joining the practice when she finishes school. She still lives at home with them. I have my own apartment, but we all have dinner to
gether once a week.

  No matter how close we are, I still can’t discuss my inability to have an orgasm with them. I don’t know if it’s a medical issue or not anyway. I doubt it.

  I don’t know what my problem is.

  No boyfriend has ever been able to get me off. And I can hardly get myself off. It doesn’t matter what type of vibrator or sex toy I buy, nothing seems to help.

  On rare occasions, I think I have an orgasm. Maybe. I’m not sure. It feels good, but not this mind-blowing experience our society makes an orgasm out to be.

  For the rest of the day, I focus on my patients. Half of them have done their exercises, mostly the ones who’ve had broken bones or sprains.

  After I finish, I casually walk into the waiting room, and slip the magazine that promises new information on orgasms into my backpack.

  “Good night, Marcy,” I say, hoping she didn’t notice me take the magazine. She’s a stickler for the rules, and she’d probably tell my mother on me. I’ll bring it back first thing Monday.

  “See you Monday,” Marcy says.

  When I get home, I flop down on my couch and pull the magazine out of my backpack. I doubt it’s going to offer me any real solutions, but you never know.

  I flip past umpteen glossy perfume and fashion ads until I come to the article.

  Can a genital piercing solve your orgasm woes?

  Genital piercing? I clench at the very idea.

  Clitoral hood piercings are reported to dramatically improve a woman’s ability to climax because they stimulate the clitoris. We’ve talked to three women who have them to find out their experiences.

  I read through the interviews, and all three women talk about how their piercings changed their lives.

  “I’d never had an orgasm before my piercing, but now my boyfriend is able to give me at least one every time we have sex. It’s life-changing.”

  “I didn’t know what I was missing before — now I encourage all my friends to get one!”

  “Before I got my piercing I had small orgasms, but now the intensity is unreal.”

  I sit up straight, my heart speeding. I’ve never heard of this before. It sounds too good to be true, and I’m always skeptical about these things. But I have to know more. Is there any truth to it?

  Grabbing my laptop, I Google genital piercings. I spend the next hour reading and researching them. Everything I find backs up the magazine article. There are countless testimonials from women who’ve had them done and describe them as being life-changing.

  There are three types of clitoral hood piercings. The most effective for increasing orgasms is something called a triangle. But apparently only a few women have the right shape of lips to get it.

  Could I really get one? I start to wonder more and more. How much would it hurt? There are a lot of testimonials, but no one claims it works in one hundred percent of women. Would it work for me?

  After eating a western omelet with toast for dinner, I flick on my Kindle and get back into the book I’m reading. Normally any book engrosses me. But this time when I get to the sexy bit, and it’s talking about mind-blowing waves overcoming her, my mind keeps wandering to the idea of a genital piercing.

  I want mind-blowing waves.

  Like every night, I go to bed at ten. I’m probably the only twenty-seven-year-old in the country who goes to bed so early, but I need my sleep.

  Normally I’m out as soon as my head hits the pillow. Not tonight. I can’t stop thinking about the piercings, and if it really would mean having mind-blowing orgasms.

  I flick on my phone, blink from the sudden brightness and Google more.

  It says it’s also important to make sure you use a person who knows what they’re doing. No kidding.

  Apparently it’s something you get done at a tattoo parlor. I’ve never been to a tattoo parlor. I don’t even think I know anyone with a tattoo. I turn off my phone, and roll the idea around in my head.

  By two am, I’m convinced I have to do this. I have to try. The potential payoff is too high not to.

  After an hour of tossing and turning I grab my phone and Google ‘Where to get a genital piercing in Rochester.’

  There are two options — Hell in a Needle and Incredible Ink.

  If I’m really going to go through with this, I don’t think it’s going to be in a place called Hell in a Needle. Besides, Incredible Ink is near the art galleries and studios in the Village Gate Square. I can maybe handle that, it makes it arty. Somehow, I’ll find the courage to phone Incredible Ink in the morning, before I have time to change my mind about going through with this.

  Satisfied, I fall into a deep sleep and don’t wake up until nine-thirty. Normally I’m up every day at seven, even if it is a Saturday.

  The first thought in my head is about the piercing. I’m just as determined as before to go through with it.

  I Google the phone number for Incredible Ink. They open at ten. I have thirty minutes to work up the nerve.

  Over two cups of coffee and a bowl of Cheerios, I get more and more excited by the idea. I want it now. I hope they can fit me in today.

  At one minute after ten I hit dial.

  Eloise

  “Incredible Ink. Kaylee speaking,” a woman’s voice says.

  Hearing another female on the line helps ease the tension in my body.

  “Hello, I am interested in a piercing. A genital piercing.” I can’t freaking believe I just said that out loud. My heart pounds in my chest.

  “Sure. What kind?”

  “A clitoral hood?” My voice goes sky high as I say the words. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, that I’m asking about this, or that it’s so obvious I’m out of my comfort zone.

  “Do you have any other piercings?”

  “My ears,” I say, my voice rising as if it’s a question.

  There’s a pause at the other end of the phone before she says, “Do you mind if I ask why you’re interested in one?”

  I swallow, working up the nerve to say it out loud. Finally, I say, “I heard it makes sex more satisfying.”

  She chuckles, and says, “More satisfying is an understatement. Trust me.”

  “Oh, you have one?”

  “I have all three types that rub against your clit. Trust me, you want at least one. Your mind will be blown.”

  “I could do with having my mind blown.”

  “You know, before I had my first piercing, I’d never even had one before,” she says in a hushed tone.

  “Me too,” I say, excited at this newfound sisterhood.

  “Trust me, this’ll be the best thing you ever do.”

  “Do you do them?” I ask, thinking it’s fate that Kaylee answered the phone.

  “Absolutely. I have time at one o’clock.”

  “Today?”

  She laughs and says, “Yes, today.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “It’s quick. A little pain for a lifetime of pleasure.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep. Would you like to come in then? I can see which type of piercing you’re suitable for. If you’re lucky, you can get the triangle. But don’t worry if you’re not, the vertical hood is good too.”

  My heart hammers against my ribs. Can I do this? I need to do this. And now, before I chicken out.

  I clear my throat and say, “Yes.”

  “Great. I’ll see you at one.”

  I give her my name and number and then I sit there for a few moments stunned that I did it. My hands are trembling so much it’s a struggle to hang up the phone. At the same time, heat blooms between my legs at the thought of my issue being solved. And today.

  Rushing into my bedroom, I select my favorite vibrators and put in brand new batteries. I wonder how long it will be before the piercing will be okay to test out.

  I spend far too long deciding what outfit to wear for my appointment with Kaylee. In the end I select a long peasant skirt because it’s loose fitting. I figure if it’s really sore, I can
do a cowboy walk out of the tattoo parlor.

  For the next three hours, I alternate pacing around my apartment with futile attempts at reading my book.

  By the time I get in my car and drive to the tattoo parlor, I’m so nervous that even my toes are filled with butterflies.

  I manage to park my Ford Focus right in front of the door. As I turn off the engine, I stare up at the Incredible Ink sign. I don’t know what to expect inside.

  Part of me wishes I’d brought Sophie with me. But I could never explain why I’m here to her. At least not while keeping any of my dignity.

  It’s okay, I keep telling myself. The person who works here is another woman. One who’s experienced my problem. I have nothing to feel scared or awkward about.

  I take a deep breath, and step out of my car. Without breaking my stride, I push open the tattoo parlor door and step inside.

  It’s empty.

  The walls are covered with what I assume are tattoo designs. A black counter juts into the room. An opening is in the center of the back wall through to another room.

  “Hello?” I call, moving towards the counter.

  No one answers and I stand awkwardly, wondering what to do. On the counter is a small case of jewelry for piercings, and I stare into it.

  Most of the jewelry is heavy and manly, but there are few pieces with jewels and pretty shapes.

  “Coming,” a man says from the other room, his low voice gravelly.

  I look up to see him emerging from the opening in the back wall. He’s pulling a T-shirt on over his head, and the first thing I see are his washboard abs, framed by a deep V. My eyes flick around taking in the rest of him while his T-shirt covers his face. Tattoos cover his strong chest and arms. Both of his nipples are pierced.

  I don’t know whether to be scared or turned on.

  My breath quickens and heat blooms through me, but my brain tries to calm my anxiety.

  He’s definitely got the best body I’ve ever seen, and I say that as a physiotherapist who deals with bodies for a living. But all those heavy tattoos that coat his muscles make me wonder what kind of person he is.

  As he pulls his shirt down and reveals his face, he catches me staring at him and smirks. My cheeks burn, but I can’t look away from his scruff-covered jaw and piercing brown eyes.