Hard to believe, but if the woman is over eighteen, it's not illegal. The photos belong to whoever took them. The article in Cosmo describes what several women went through trying to get their pictures removed. Warning: it will give you chills but also remind you why it's a good idea not to let anyone take photos of you naked. If you absolutely must send sexty pictures to your honey, don't have your face in them.
To promote this story, I'm at The Romance Studio talking about recording devices. In my short story One Hot Cat, Nathan uses a recorder to help catch the scumbag who threatens Paige with revenge porn. http://bit.ly/1roqyIB
Enjoy this blurb and excerpt and find buy links below for Love, Meow, two short, delightfully hot stories involving cats. TESTING
A victim of revenge porn, Paige seeks help from a wickedly hot man with dangerous secrets.
When Paige opens her mail to discover naked photos she did not willingly pose for and a blackmail letter, she turns to her hot new neighbor, a detective, for help. If he finds her missing brother, she can pay back the scumbag who's threatening her. Nathan agrees, only because Paige is connected to the man he's trying to locate and he needs her information. As they track down her brother and a missing man with a gambling problem, passion flares between Paige and Nathan. Neither of them are ready for a relationship, but their bodies disagree and the two enjoy a lustful encounter. Though Nathan does not want to reveal his shape shifter identity, his temper gets the best of him and Paige discovers his true self. Can they work past the obstacles in their path and find their way to love?
"Will you please get your cat off my leg?"
At the sound of the deep voice, Paige dropped the envelopes she'd been holding and whirled around to face the man who stood next to her at the row of mailboxes. Sure enough, her cat, Fido was clinging to his jeans, his incredibly tight jeans, circling his leg and rubbing her body all over him. Loud purrs of pure ecstasy rumbled from the feline's throat.
Rubbing up against this man was something Paige herself had daydreamed about doing a time or two. Her new neighbor was hot, hot, hot! She'd only caught a few glimpses of him as he moved in but that was enough to show her he had a fine body. Long legs, broad shoulders and a tight ass. Mostly she saw him from the back, coming and going, but when she was able to see his face, he usually sported a five o'clock shadow that only enhanced his dark features.
On a good day, she might have baked a cake and delivered it to him, as a 'welcome to the building I'd like to get to know you' gift. Lately, however, her days hadn't been so good. Concern over her missing brother, Sam, ate at her thoughts.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave my door open. She must have snuck out when I came down to get my mail."
The man shook his leg slightly but Fido wasn't deterred. If anything, she purred louder.
"Stop! You're hurting her."
Hot or not, no one messed with her cat.
"I'm not hurting her, she's fine."
Paige glared at the man and knelt to pick up Fido. She leaned over and the remaining envelopes spilled from her hands. From one of them, several photos slid out. As she scooped up a protesting cat and juggled the papers, the photos fell further out, onto the floor.
Frowning, Paige picked one up to look at it closer. It appeared to be a nude woman, laying on a bed, sprawled in a provocative manner.
Mail and cat forgotten, Paige clamped her hand over her mouth. The woman was her. In all the photos. Her body was displayed in various positions, like the women in the girly magazines. It was her face, her form, spread out like butter on toast.
Her heart pounded. She'd never posed for these. She would never, ever allow anyone to capture this intimate view of her. What in the hell was going on?
Suddenly aware of Fido meowing and her neighbor staring, she shuffled the pictures together and gathered them, along with the other papers and her cat, close to her body.
"Are you all right?" her neighbor asked.
"Fine, yes, I'm fine."
She clutched the pile closer to her chest. Had he seen the pictures?
In a daze, she turned and climbed the stairs, pushed open her door, deposited Fido on the couch, then plopped her mail on the table. Digging through, she found the brown envelope and looked at it closely.
There was no return sender shown and her name and address were hand-printed in sloppy, black letters. Inside was a sheet of paper that she pulled out with shaking fingers.
Pay me back what you owe me by Friday or these pictures will be up on all these websites, along with a video.
Signed Vinnie Vandenhoff, the owner of the restaurant where she worked. Her stomach churning, Paige turned on her laptop, then looked at the pictures more closely. They didn't appear to be digitally manipulated and she recognized her bed sheets, but how in the world...then she remembered.
Vinnie's nephew, Antonio, had been in town several weeks before. He'd come into the restaurant and they'd flirted with each other all night as he ate his meal. He must have inherited the Italian genes from Vinnie's mother. With classical good looks - dark hair, dark skin, and eyes that undressed her slowly and sweetly all throughout their date, the two had drunk margaritas and eaten Mexican food. It had been a long time since she'd had a man look at her that way, her own fault since she seldom got out. Between getting her pet-sitting business up and going and working at V's on the Avenue Restaurant, she had little time to glance at men.
Anyway, after one crappy marriage and another long-term relationship that ended with a vintage set of china being destroyed by her fierce temper and killer softball pitch, she had no desire to invite a man back into her life on a permanent basis.
When Antonio had asked her out she'd said yes. Why not? She deserved a fun evening. He took her to a nice restaurant, plied her with strong drinks and when he'd asked to come up to her place, she couldn't think of a good reason to say no. Her legs were shaved, the apartment was reasonably clean. He would be leaving the next day anyway, so no messy entanglements.
The meal was great, he was entertaining and the sex? The sex had been...well, she couldn't quite remember. All she knew was when she'd woken up the next day, her head felt like a piano had been dropped on it and she had a raging thirst. All her systems functioned well otherwise. No vomit or any signs she'd behaved badly.
Antonio had apparently left late in the night. Thank the lord! He'd left her a nice note, telling her he'd had fun. No promises were made and aside from feeling like an idiot for drinking too much, she'd forgotten the incident.
Now, forcing herself to inspect the photos with a magnifier, she had a feeling she'd ingested more than just tequila that night. She was out cold. Even in her most drunken state, she couldn't imagine someone arranging her in those positions without her knowledge.
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