SINATRA’S SWOON & PAGLIACCI’S TEARS -
“RACK EM” BY A.H. SCOTT
Concept albums of varied artists were just another chic sprinkle of diamond dust atop the world of collectible’s dealer Arlington Cross. Trinket treasures being sold onto the Canadian and international markets nicely twinned to glistening gems of melodious magic.
Sounds of Sinatra’s soul wrapped around Arlington Cross, as a memory of Pao Tse-Ling’s lips reminded him of a sunny day in May. Even standing in his bedroom on a warm August night, she was a special being that brought a moment of bliss to Arlington.
Motioning around to face his guest, he was greeted with a wonderful sight, “Oh, my.”
Pao Tse-Ling’s emerald dress floated downward, as manicured fingernails unzipped it. Bra and panties of sea-foam hue, gave that silky skin the wrapping of a jade treasure.
Slowly making his way towards her, Cross’s hands waved against delicate shoulders, “Behold, a gem in my lair.”
“One which cannot wait for a humble jeweler’s stamp of certification,” Head stretched upward in a kiss to this wounded man, Tse-Ling whispered, “An inspection by you, would be more than suitable,” Using a bit more strength than usual, Pao pushed him into a seated position, “You just let me handle you, Mr. Cross.”
Thrill of making love to Ling, vanished in an instant of throbbing discomfort within bruised flesh, “But, Pao, I’m not,” Arlington began to think about his ability to satisfy this woman on a Vancouver summer night.
“Cross, you’re a man in need of healing. Let me tend to you, tonight,” Handling him with care, she ran fingers through his mixed hair and calmly remarked, “I can’t make the bruises go away,” Circling thumbs lightly on Arlington’s forehead, “But, I’ll try to minimize the pain.”
Becoming more relaxed with every rounding of a thumb on forehead, Cross chuckled ever so slightly, “Hmm. And, how are you going to do that, m’lady?”
Reaching down and unbuttoning his shirt, she slowly revealed that right shoulder into the light. Mixed colors of red and bluish green took up a space of about the size of two American half dollars. Brown eyes viewed this unpleasant sight of soreness, as a slight silence overtook her. Pao’s cape of charm returned to full flourish within seconds.
“Like this,” Light pink lips tapped along the periphery of that shoulder, making a final touch with tongue tip at its bull’s-eye, “This also, kind lord,” Mouth moved from shoulder to side of neck, as a trio of smooches met their target of Tse-Ling’s desire, “I want you to lay down for me, Arlington.”
Being tended to with such gentleness, Cross couldn’t resist a little needling of this beauty in his midst, “It’s nice to hear the pearl wants to take control of this night’s situation.”
Cross couldn’t resist a little needling of this beauty in his midst, as he never had been tended to before with such gentleness “It’s nice to hear the pearl wanting to take control of this night’s situation.”
“It’s not for my need, Mr. Cross.” Without a doubt aroused by him, Pao Tse-Ling had another reason to get this man onto a bed. “It’s for the benefit of you.” Watching him laying flat on that bed, the explanation became clearer, “To relax your muscles.” Taking his shoes off and placing them under the bed, as he laid on powder blue sheets.
Laying there in black pants and socks alone, Arlington’s stomach revealed a bruise the size of a Bosc pear, a quarter of an inch from his navel, “You could relax the knottiest enigma known to man, Pao.”
Bending her body over him, Ling licked that fruit shaped sore spot on Cross’s flesh, “Every knot can be untangled,” Starting to unbuckle his belt, pleasure would be theirs for the night, “Just relax and let me show you just how gentle I can be.”.....................
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In the aftermath of a brutal attack at his antiques business from an intruder, Arlington Cross receives comfort in the arms of an unlikely angel, Pao Tse-Ling.
Never had danger touched his life before. But, mystery landed on this antique dealer’s doorstep with the upcoming auction of some fabled objects of romance.
Rack desire. Rack adventure. Rack your nerves. “Rack Em”.
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Arlington Cross - Vancouver antiques dealer and owner of Cross Collectibles and recipient of a package from the deceased elder female in France. He is a man under the faulty impression that making a move from the United States to Canada would make his life more simplistic. Little could Arlington Cross ever imagine how complex an antique auction would be.
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Pao Tse-Ling - Chief of acquisitions for a Chinese antique house. Sent has been on a journey to Canada for a simple purchase during an upcoming auction at Cross Collectibles. Not just any items would bring this female across the world to North America. These are treasures that Tse-Ling and her employer have been quite interested in for many years. Little did she think any danger would exist at a humble location in Vancouver.
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In the world of international auctions, a Vancouver antiques dealer is at the center of an erotic & exotic quest for treasures from a pair of fated lovers of centuries gone by.
A woman’s love for a man delivered danger onto the doorstep of Arlington Cross. Love was adventure he never saw coming his way. Yet, romance was beyond the bounds of time.
From a simple action in 1758 France, Manon was a woman who sacrificed her glittering bobbles to get a lover out of prison. Seems like something so innocuous to lead to a modern day mystery. Yet, her name was Manon Balletti. And, the man who held her heart was known more famously by his last name - Casanova…
A.H. Scott sets the game of life on edge in the pages of “Rack Em”.
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