One Shade of Red by Scott Bury

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Women want the perfect man, so they can change him. But when university student Damian Serr discovers a rich, beautiful woman who’s voracious about sex, he doesn’t try to improve on perfection. It’s all that he can do to hold on for the ride.


Damian has always followed the rules, always tried to please others. At 20, he still dates the girl next door because his parents like her parents. When Nick, his university roommate, asks Damian to take over his pool-cleaning business so he can take an internship in London, Damian can’t say no — especially to Nick’s first and only client, a rich widow.


But widow Alexis Rosse is far from helpless or lonely. This beautiful financial genius is busy turning the markets upside-down, and she revels in sex wherever, whenever and with whomever she wants.


Over the summer, Alexis gives Damian an intense education. Day after day, she pushes him to his sexual limits. The only question he has is: will she break them?


“So well-written that it flows easily, hooking the reader right from the beginning. I had real problems to stop reading it.” — Cinta Garcia de la Rosa, author of A Foreigner in London and reviewer of Indie Authors You Want to Read.


“How nice it is to see a dude lit-style book! And well-written at that!” Lisa Jey Davis, “Ms. Cheevious”


“So hot, you’ll want your own pool boy.” — Charity Parkerson, author of The Society of Sinners

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Scott Bury is a journalist, editor and novelist based in Ottawa, Canada. His articles have appeared in magazines in Canada, the US, the UK and Australia, including Macworld, the Financial Post, Applied Arts, the Globe and Mail and Graphic Arts Monthly.

One Shade of Red is his second novel to be published.

His first published novel is The Bones of the Earth, a fantasy set in the real time and place of eastern Europe of the sixth century. He has also published a short story, Sam, the Strawb Part (proceeds of which are donated to an autism charity), and a paranormal story, Dark Clouds. His work in progress is tentatively titled Walking from the Soviet Union, and tells the true story of a Canadian drafted into the Red Army during the Second World War, his escape from a German POW camp and his journey home.

Scott Bury lives in Ottawa with his lovely, supportive and long-suffering wife, two mighty sons and the orangest cat in history.

Scott can be found:

Website * Blog * Twitter * Facebook

One Shade of Red can be purchased:

Amazon * Smashwords

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Excerpt: from Chapter 3, “Emergency Pick-Up


I was sure she could hear my heart pounding, because that’s all I could hear at that point. I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing when I got in the car. As we passed under streetlamps, I could see that she was wearing a pink jogging jacket, but her legs were bare.

She noticed me looking at her. “That’s right, Damian. This jacket is all I have on.”

With that, she swung the car into her driveway. I sat there, staring as she walked, bare-assed, to her front door, the flip-flops of her sandals echoing down the street. She turned to me from the step, smiled and pulled off the jacket. She posed for a second, nude, and tossed the jacket into the house, then stepped inside.

She left the door open. I ran in after her, slammed the door behind me and took the stairs two at a time. I glimpsed her ass as she disappeared from the hallway into a room.

What an ass! Round, high, firm. I had to grab it. I was drooling.

I found myself in a bedroom lit softly by an old-fashioned table lamp. Beside it on the night table was a book, open but face down, one half hanging over the table’s side. Inevitably, it was Fifty Shades of Grey.

The bed was the biggest I had ever seen, with four high wooden posts holding up a lacy awning. Mrs. Rosse was posing on it, sort of sitting on her side, looking at me. Her breasts hung slightly over her arms and her long hair was a wild storm.

“I thought you said you wanted to get naked with me. Oh, wait, that was your friend. I guess he wanted to get naked. Should I call him instead?”

I shut my mouth and struggled out of my clothes. I pulled my runners off with my feet as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Taking my pants down required a little more care as my erection was pushing them out pretty far. Mrs. Rosse laughed a little, but that didn’t faze me. I jumped onto the bed, landing beside her, and kissed her mouth.

She responded to my tongue with her own, wrestling with it. I grabbed at her boobs, but she pushed my hands down and away. “Slow down, speed demon. We have all night.”

I sat up and kissed her neck, starting high and working slowly down. I dragged my teeth lightly over her collarbone and she sighed. She ran her fingertips up and down my sides. That usually tickles me, but her fingers felt like they were on fire.

She kissed me again and slid her tongue into my mouth, then sucked on my lip. I copied her, then kissed her throat again. I kissed lower and lower — I had to get those red nipples into my mouth.

I licked her breasts, sliding my tongue over the top of one breast and around the outside of the nipple. Since she wanted to take all night to do this, I thought I would be creative.

Hell, no matter what I did, it would be creative — this was my first time.

So I licked around the outside curve of her breast, then underneath, sliding my tongue all the way to the other breast, up and around. She was breathing fast and shallow and her eyes were closed.

I decided to take what I wanted, and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

“Not so hard. Don’t bite!” she said. She pushed her fingers through my hair. I let up on the pressure and sucked lightly, then kissed just the very tip of the other nipple as lightly as I could. I was rewarded with a deep sigh.

She put her hand behind my head and pushed deeper, so I sucked and licked her nipple, trying to remember to be gentle. I couldn’t believe how soft and simultaneously firm a woman’s breast could be.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. Not a wicked smile, or a calculating smile. She just looked very happy at that moment. I came up for a tender kiss on the mouth. She pulled me close till her bare skin touched mine, all down my body — the biggest thrill I had ever known.

“You’re doing very well for your first time,” she said. Before I could ask her how the hell she knew, she said “Go down on me now.”

What if I did it wrong? I could not bring myself to say I didn’t know what to do.

She’ll let you know when you’re doing it right or wrong, said another part of my brain. So I took her words literally and went down, kissing her neck, her breasts, taking time to suck each nipple again. I kissed her flat belly and licked her navel, then lower. I kissed her pubic hair and inhaled her sexy scent: musky but somehow sweet at the same time.