Thursday, October 20, 2016

Spotlight Tour: Giselle and the Hot Squad by Dacy Alexandria



Title: Giselle and the Hot Squad
Author: Dacy Alexandria
Genre/Age: Comedy Short Story/Erotica
Series: None
Publisher: eXcessica
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: 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.


Note: Adult content ahead

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.”



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.

http://dacyalex.tumblr.com  (18+ only please!)
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