Satan's Breath

Chapter 1-1

Chapter 1

Ten Years Later

“Hello, all you sinners. You’ve tuned in to station KCBS 93.1 on your radio dial. It’s Blaze Alexander here, your Queen of Steam, and playmate for the night. Come on, sweetie, just lay back and relax while I whisper in your ear, make you moan, groan, and scream with pleasure. I’m going to tease you, caress you, and blow in your ear from midnight ‘til dawn. Want to know what I look like? Just imagine your hottest fantasy, your ideal woman. Is she a redhead? A blonde? Or maybe she’s a mysterious brunette. Well, whatever she is, I’m her for tonight. Come on, move over there, fella, and make room for your favorite girl. Need a lick, a kiss, or maybe, ohhhh, yeah, that too, then I’m here, baby, just for you.”

Every time Blaze sat in her eagle’s nest high atop the twinkling city of Los Angeles, she felt like a queen on her throne. With her bold, red mouth almost eating up the microphone, she spoke suggestive words of passion with a deep, throaty, whisky voice that warmed the city like a sultry blanket. Tonight, she was in rare form as she used every x-rated word she knew to whisper, suggest, and coerce her public into an erotic web while she played music to f**k by!

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Wade Perry was only one of the people who fell under Blaze’s scorching spell. He was due to head back to Savannah the next morning, and had just come in from his last night on the town. Now, as he stripped off his clothes, he clicked on the radio and listened closely to the sexy words that never failed to mesmerize him. He’d discovered this wild woman of the airwaves the first night he was in town. Working at a radio station himself, he was curious as to what kind of radio was broadcast in a big city like L.A. So, he began his search, leaning close to the radio and listening to each station until he was bored. When he found Station KCBS, he didn’t need to look any further.

He had never heard anything like it. Most big cities had at least one raunchy deejay who was vulgar and downright offensive, but no woman that he’d ever heard of took the chances she did on the air. But, hell, what could he expect? This was L.A., after all. Everything here reminded him of how far from Savannah he was. It was like a different world. The people weren’t as friendly, and there seemed to be something in the air, an anything goes type of atmosphere.

When this Alexander dame called them sinners, she apparently knew what she was talking about. And what about her? She was a pistol. Lucky this broadcast didn’t go anywhere near Savannah. If it did, it would have that prim and proper little city gasping for air.

After shrugging into his robe, he mixed himself a drink, still listening to the deep whispery voice that made him want to take this woman and f**k the living hell out of her. He’d found out from those who knew her that Blaze Alexander was a petite redhead with a body to die for, but she wasn’t too friendly. It didn’t matter, really. He was leaving tomorrow and would never get the chance to meet her. He couldn’t help wondering, though, if there might be a chance that someday she’d get down to Savannah.

Yeah, sure, when pigs fly!