SHOW ME THE BLING, is a hilarious, passionate tale about Dionysus from his point of view. The flashbacks of past incidents are definitely X rated. The sex is blistering between Mandy and Dionysus, filled with searing heat and highly emotional. If you're looking for a quick read with a mixture of spicy and sweet, then pick up SHOW ME THE BLING today.
~Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today

Show Me the Bling
By
Cyndi Redding

Chapter One

    “Hello, everyone. I can't remember my name, but I think I'm an alcoholic.”
    The room fell silent. A few titters began in the back, then the chuckles spread, and before I knew it, the whole room was guffawing.
    “You came to the right place, mister!” yelled a listener from the back of the room.
    I could feel my cheeks redden. Well, fine, at least they'd match my eyes.
    The gorgeous young women who took me to this stupid AA meeting slapped their luscious thighs and laughed out loud with the rest of them. If it weren't for their sex appeal, I'd have stood up and walked out. How humiliating!
    Even under their jeans, I was able to picture their creamy skin. The brunette with big, brown eyes would have a bikini tan. The other, an auburn redhead with long, spiral curls, would probably be a sunscreen wearer, but I loved fair complexions too. In fact, I enjoyed pretty much everything about women. It's odd how I know that about myself—but little else since the amnesia.
    I elbowed the pretty brunette next to me on my right. “Hey, I came here to get help and everybody's laughing at me.”
    The young woman, Brandy she said her name was, patted me on the knee and said with a southern drawl, “It's all right, honey. We understand. We're laughin' with you.”
    “But I'm not laughing.”
    “Well you should, darlin'. When you're feelin' better, you'll be tellin' your story to the world, and you'll be laughin' too.”
    The meeting resumed, but I was too hung-over to listen to what was being said. Yet, despite the pounding headache and roiling stomach, I was able to concentrate on Brandy and Mandy's thighs.
    Mandy was the redhead and the quiet one. Like a swan, she had all kinds of energy beneath the surface. I sensed a passionate nature in both of them.
    Brandy was a toucher. I loved touchers. Every chance she got, she put a hand on my arm or my leg. Now if I could just get her to zero in on the space between them. My jeans grew tighter as I fantasized.
    Mandy wagged her top leg continuously, and I could barely keep my eyes off her shapely ankle that was graced by a rhinestone anklet. The afternoon light refracted and sparkled off of it as if fairy dust were being sprinkled all around. Her T-shirt spoke volumes in glitzy rhinestones. They spelled out: ‘Half Naughty, Half Nice. Which half do you want?' over her ample breasts. I wanted both halves in my mouth, thank you.
    You've gotta love New Orleans. Short skirts, brilliant colors, and lots of sparkle were the preferred attire in the French Quarter, especially at Carnival time. That must be why I was here. Somehow, I just knew I never missed a good party.    more >>