“Prepare for a wild time because Go For Miles starts out hot and only gets hotter! Joanne and Miles burn up the pages with a potent combination of salacious flirting and scorching chemistry that will fuel your fantasies for a long time to come. The interaction between these delicious characters is witty, sexy, and at times, downright scandalous. Packed full of erotic scenes that’ll have your pulse pounding, an interesting storyline that’ll have you excitedly flipping the pages and laugh-out-loud humor, Penny Dawn brings together all the ingredients for a must-read that you definitely do not want to miss—run, don’t walk to get your copy of Go For Miles!”—Kerin Hanson, Two Lips Reviews
"5 Lips!...A fantastic short story...The chemistry between Miles and Joanna is raw, edgy, and absolutely undeniable. Penny Dawn’s smooth, fun writing style makes all of her work enjoyable but Go For Miles had its own unique element of fun. The interaction between Joanna and Miles is hot as well as laugh-out-loud funny...Ms. Dawn’s knack for fast and funny banter is priceless. Where she gets her inspiration I can’t imagine but I’m forever grateful! The sex scenes are some of the hottest that I’ve ever read and let’s face it, I’ve read A LOT. I highly recommend reading Go For Miles."--Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
"...A funny and surprising read. I’m not usually a fan of the first-person narrator, but in this case Penny Dawn really made it work. Joanna’s resistance to Miles seems reasonable at first because she paints him as a great lover, but a jerk. As the story progresses, however, Joanna slowly reveals that her association with Miles is a lot more complicated than it seemed at first. I liked the way Miles’ character became clearer both through Joanna’s revelations and his actions in the story. And what’s not to like about a character who’s described as “MacGyver-meets-Billy-the-Kid?” The chemistry between Miles and Joanna was hot, and I liked the race angle...A quick, fun read, and great for a hot summer afternoon!"--Cassie, Joyfully Reviewed.com
"There is only one word for Penny Dawn’s eroticas and that is HOT, from the first page until the end...a great story...I will definitely get more from this author."--Lena C., Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Hearts!...Penny Dawn has written a fun tale of two people who can't keep their hands and other parts of their anatomy off each other. Along the way we hear some heartbreaking tales of some of the kids Joanna works with. To say that spurs her on even more than the chance to beat Miles would be a toss up since in the next moment her thoughts return to past episodes of sex with the competition...How Ms. Dawn keeps her sanity writing such hot stuff is beyond me. I know I couldn't do it. That makes this tale even more fun as I marvel at how she can keep the storyline and her lustful couple on track throughout the book!"--Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
...I passed a lone pine at fifteen paces and continued on. There had to be more than fifteen species of the pine tree. My decision became more difficult when I passed other large trees at twenty-eight, thirty-five, and forty-three paces, too. Couple that with wondering whether my pace was above or below average in length, and I decided to begin in the middle, near the tree at my thirty-fifth pace, and I dug with my bare hands.
My fingers ached with pine needles wedged beneath my nails, and I couldn’t help assuming Miles had some sort of digging tool in one of his pockets to help with his version of this clue. As sexy as he was, his Boy Scout preparedness was starting to annoy me—because he competed against me, of course.
I’d burrowed a trench at least eighteen inches long, kicking and digging in with the heel of my water sock, and was just about to move onto another tree, when I unearthed another red envelope.
This clue was equally as ambiguous as the first, but it led me to the center of the woods, where a rainbow of envelopes hung from a high branch, well out of my reach.
Good news—Miles’ yellow envelope wavered in the breeze alongside the rest. No one had yet figured a way to retrieve the clue.
Bad news—I didn’t know how to do it either.
“We must stop meeting like this, Robinson.” Miles shouldered past me, carrying in both arms, cradle-style, a log about fifteen inches in diameter and two feet long.
He dropped the log upright beneath his envelope. However, when he attempted to stand on the surface, it rocked. It wouldn’t hold his weight. I seriously doubted he could have reached the envelopes with an extra two feet of height anyway.
“Well, fuck me,” he sighed.
Here? Now? Well, we’d certainly done it in places less sanitary. The men’s room at Home Depot came to mind.
“What do you say, doll face?” He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and grinned. “You stand on my back, and I’ll stand on yours.”
He gripped his knees, and I took immense pleasure in using his thigh as a foothold before stomping onto his back.
“Yes.” I tiptoed and reached. “If you’re anything, you’re easy, McClintock.” The bottom of the red envelope tickled my fingertips, but I couldn’t grasp it.
“Ouch! Are you about done?”
“Sorry. And no, I can’t reach.”
I tried again. “Still.”
“You’ll have to get on my shoulders.” He began to stand before I had a chance to jump down, but instinctively, my hands gripped his shoulders and my heels dug into his hips. He reached back, cupped my ass, and gave me an upward shove.
I hiked a thigh over his shoulder, slipped, and clung to his perspiring head. My fingers knotted in his hair.
His strong right hand pressed against my ass, steadying me, and his right shoulder nestled between my thighs. He exhaled a hot breath against my skin, and if I inched any closer to his mouth, my clit would burst with more cream than any dairy farm had to offer. I closed my eyes and bumped closer to the steamy source.
“Damn it, Robinson, the things you do to me.” In one quick maneuver, he twisted my body so I straddled his neck—his mouth buried in my privates.
I reached for the yellow and red envelopes and gyrated against his mouth.
He chewed me through my clothing, making all the primal noises I’d learned to expect from him. His tongue flattened against my clit and massaged.
“Ohhhhhh.” My eyes rolled back. “We don’t have time for—”
“I love this pussy.” He pushed his chin against my hole. “I want to fuck it with everything I’ve got. Fuck, I want to watch three guys fight to get in there. You’re hot. You can take it, you deserve it.”
A shiver ran up my cunt, in prelude to an orgasm. “Miles, we—”
“I know, I know.” He took one last nip before gently placing my feet on the ground. “Rain check?”
I cupped his hard bulge. “Abso—”
He grabbed the yellow envelope and tore it open.
Before I’d finished the last syllable, he’d turned away, whispering to himself. Damn him for being so unaffected.
“Don’t be that way, Robinson.” He raised a hand in a wave, but didn’t turn back for another look. “We’ve got a race to run. Nice doing business with you...”