Giselle and The Hot
Squad
Book One
by Dacy Alexandria
Date of Publication: October
14th 2016
Publisher: eXcessica
Genre: Erotic Comedy
BLURB
It's the start of Giselle Nyfall's freshman
year at the prestigious liberal arts school Drouin University in Manhattan.
From the moment this boobalicious innocent bounces in from Los Angeles, things
go awry. A housing mix-up denies her a dorm and forces her to spend the first
night in a male dorm with a cute but talkative conspiracy theorist. Only the
instincts of a true sexhibitionist earn Giselle some sleep.
Thanks to the wicked temptress that heads
student services, Giselle lands a living place much better than a freshman
dorm: an upper east side condo! Giselle finds her roommates a strange oversexed
lot, a rocker chick from Boston, a true blue princess, a vain Instagram
starlet, and BB gun toting southern belle. Even weirder are the men of the
condo complex, who appear to be placed under a devastating sex caused curse!
The girls put aside their differences and
throw themselves boobs first into a solution that probably won't get mentioned
in any graduation speech.
Teaser: College
freshman, Giselle Nyfall teams up with her hot but quirky roommates to save a
gang of studs from a sex infused curse!
Finally,
the tour of the condo concludes with the not so grand finale of Giselle's room.
The storage closet.
“The master suite.” Fleur's wide sexy
lips form a wicked grin.
“What's in that box down there? Oh my
god, is that a butt plug?
“The ginger bitch keeps hers in here.
It can go up your ass, but it can't go in your dresser drawer?”
Ginger bitch? Butt plug stored like
it's a spare bottle of Windex? Add that to the thong/boy short rule, the BB
gun, and it all equals an even more confused Giselle Nyfall. What kind of
oversexed zoo did Anika banish her to?
“I can't stay in this room. It's a
closet.”
“Its classically cozy.”
“There's no bed, and there's a butt
plug.”
“Pretend you're sleeping in a Hustler
store.”
“No one sleeps in the Hustler store!
People do not sleep next to butt plugs! This is nuts. There has to be some
mistake.”
“I'm starting to think your parents
may have made one.”
Giselle stomps past Fleur down the
hall to the living room.
“FLEUR TROUBADOUR, YOUR IRRATIONAL
HARRASSENT OF THIS YOUNG LADY SHALL CEASE AT ONCE,” says another voice. This
one has a silvery quality. Fleur shrinks.
“Shit," she hisses at Giselle.
"You got Viking Barbie on my ass.”
“Viking Barbie?”
Viking Barbie appears, carried in by
long, gorgeous powerful legs that reach up to a slender waist and a rock-hard
ass. Beneath a luxurious frilled-sleeve shirt a pair of pendulous breasts fill
out the floral pattern. Bright red lips form in a cupid's bow, resting above a
rounded chin and square jaw. Her hair has been fussed over into a blond bob of
rolling waves. The way she looks, the way she walks, the air around her seems
like slow motion. If Fleur is a doll under a Christmas tree, then Viking Barbie
is a goddess blessing The Empire State.
“Welcome, Giselle. My name is
Tristen.” Deep-set almond eyes appraise the newcomer. “If Fleur had only
bothered to check her text messages, she would have known you were coming and
spared herself exposure as a wretched bore. Yet, I am obliged to think her a
fool for not simply directing you the fifth bedroom Come. I shall show you.”
Tristen leads the way to the room next
to the storage closest.
“My baddies, I opened the wrong door,”
Fleur says with a halfhearted shrug.
The grey infused bedroom reminds
Giselle of Anika's silver hair. Nearly everything is shades of grey. The accent
rug, cushioned seats, a side table, are all one color scheme.
As happy as she is to have a real
room, Giselle is distracted. “I know you. I've seen you on TV before!” Giselle
exclaims to the tall blond.
“Commoners often
recognize royalty. I am Princess Tristen Maria Anna Gunnarsson, of the
Gunnarsson royal family of Gyllengard.”
Author Info
Dacy Alexandria is an erotic fiction author
that has also taken home several screen writing awards under a different name
at the Los Angeles Reel Film Festival
and SkyFest, and happens to be a trained ballerina. He loves the
possibilities of the supernatural but also the inherent weirdness of the
everyday world and likes to combine the two whenever possible. Dacy likes to focus his erotcia on new
adults, which might explain why he can subsist on a steady diet of CW shows and
cans of Starbucks double shot for days at a time.
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