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Through His Lens by @anna_bayes #ShamelessPromotion

If you can’t tell, I adore hosting erotic authors on my site. Convincing people to buy your book after pouring your heart and soul into the pages is hard as hell. If I can help an author sell a few more copies of their book, then I’m a happy girl! So when Anna Bayes told me about her new release, I knew she had to visit our kinky corner of the world! Take a moment, read the excerpt, and if it gets you going (and it probably will), grab a copy of her latest release – Through His Lens.

Through His LensA contemporary, M/F erotic romance

Blurb: Newly divorced and rediscovering her place in the world, Fiona found a strange solace in taking photos of herself. Next step: she hired a professional photographer to take her portraits. Modelling for him felt empowering. Would this be only a one-time thing or would she have the courage to pursue a relationship with Nathan, the photographer whose green eyes captivate and disarm her?

Note: Explicit sex scenes. Adult material intended for readers aged 18+.


I wake up feeling refreshed.

Orange light streaming in through the curtains shows that evening is soon approaching. I walk to the bathroom for a shower.

After stripping myself bare, I scrutinize myself in the full-length mirror.

Quite simply put, I still have a hot body. My curves are smooth and pleasing to the eye. Perhaps I am a bit pale from working indoors all the time, but that can easily change. Besides, there is a frailty to the paleness of my skin that I like. A hint of sadness lingers on my face, but generally, my features are attractive. Yes, I decide: I can be considered beautiful.

I take my cell phone and mindlessly begin taking photographs of myself: close-ups of my breasts, full-body shots, slanted angles of my bottom arching up, several near-identical snaps of the small of my back, my legs as I stand tip-toed, the bend of my arms, and a few of my neck as I elongate it.

The thrill of seeing my naked body stacking up in my phone’s photo album is delightful. I am like a teenager first experimenting with her exhibitionist tendency.

That is when I remember Nathan, my wedding photographer who I have heard also does portraits occasionally. He had sent me emails about one or two of his exhibitions before. I skip over to turn on my laptop, butt-naked, and type his name on the Internet to find his website, with a large gallery of his recent works.

I like what I see. His photographs are professional and far more atmospheric than the clear, almost childish ones that I have just taken.

Several of his albums are boudoir photos: some are nude photos of women reclining in various poses on a bed, others are of women dressed up in lingerie and corsets that must have taken hours to bind oneself into. But whatever the respective styles are, I admire all of Nathan’s work.

Too bad he does not have any exhibitions going on at the moment, or I would love to go see his work displayed in real life, while he stands nearby, looking handsome and confident, thanking people for their compliments.

Did I just describe him as handsome and confident?

I grin.

First day of my divorce, and I am already developing a crush on another man. Maybe I am not as innocent as I have imagined, after all.

I stare at his phone number on the browser for ten seconds.

I shake my head.

My eyes continue to gawk at the same spot.

Reluctantly, my feet carry me to the kitchen, boiling water and making myself a large mug of decaf tea, still butt-naked.

Armed with my comfort drink, I return to my computer screen, my full attention fixed on Nathan’s number.

By the time the tea is finished, his number is imprinted in my memory.

I close the browser window.

My butt refuses to move.

I laugh at my juvenile behavior. I type the number onto my phone and call Nathan.

“Hello, Nathan Gould’s studio.”

“Hi, my name is Fiona. You were my wedding photographer a few years back.” Shit. My hands are sweating. “Em… I was browsing through your website and I got interested in your portraits.”

“Nice hearing from you, Fiona. Do you want to do a family portrait?”

“Oh, no, no,” I fidget. “I, err… I just got divorced.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No, no, it’s a good thing actually.” Damn. Did I have to say that? I clear my throat. “Anyway, I was wondering about, em… the boudoir photos.”

“Sure, let me send you information on a few of our standard packages. You can go with those, or we can arrange something based on that.”

There, the sound of common sense and business; his sober tone puts me back on my tracks.

I give him my email address and hang up. Time to really get my shower.

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Author bio:

Anna writes contemporary, paranormal, BDSM and LGBT erotic romances. She is herself a bisexual submissive, and finds writing the perfect outlet for her wild ideas.

In real life, Anna is an introverted bookworm, looks sweet and kind of innocent, but don’t let her brown eyes fool you.

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About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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