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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
My Fishnet Fetish
ISBN 9781419919749
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My Fishnet Fetish Copyright © 2009 Sahara Kelly
Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication March 2009
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M Y F ISHNET F ETISH
Sahara Kelly
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My Fishnet Fetish
Chapter One
“They’re at it again.”
“Who?”
“At what?”
Nadine Summers leaned over her drafting table and peered out of her window.
“Those guys I told you about.”
There was a moment or two of silence from her computer as her two best friends,
Fenella Whitfield and Dee Jackson, chewed over the information. They were linked by
Nadine’s webcam since she had a deadline and couldn’t make their wine-and-nibbles
evening. Didn’t mean they couldn’t talk, though—thanks to technology. It probably
hadn’t been designed with girl-gossip in mind but it worked very nicely for the three of
them. On this particular night anyway.
“I hope you’re not thinking of doing anything silly, Dini.” Fenny’s Boston-proper
tones came over the speaker, mixed with a hint of worry.
“Yeah. Like mistaking yourself for Steampunk Suzie, grabbing an empty beer bottle
or something and going down there to straighten ‘em out.” Dee’s throaty chuckle
followed. “You draw Suzie, honey. She’s got fifty pounds and a helluva lot more muscle
on her than you do.”
Dini kept her gaze on the activities outside. “Don’t worry girls. Much as I’d like to
go get a closer look, I’m not a total idiot.” She sighed. “Just half a one. What I wouldn’t
give for a real big rifle with a night scope on it.”
“Sweetie, give it to your heroines in your books. Let Suzie play with it in your next
cartoon strip. Don’t cross the fantasy-reality line, okay?”
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