In the Hot Seat: Sasha’s Temptation by Silke Ming

In the Hot Seat today, my lovelies, we have Sasha’s Temptation by Silke Ming!


Sasha Santorelli’s wealthy friends take her to a swanky bar to celebrate her 46th birthday. There she meets Jack Hammer, a twenty five year old dancer, who performs for her, and it is clear that they are taken with each other. As a prank, the friends pay Jack to spend a week with her in her waterfront condo, and although it is clear that they are both interested in each other, there is no sex, but she finds Jack loving and caring.

On day seven of Jack’s visit, she comes down with a horrible migraine, and he has just the remedy for it. Hot, hot sex! This begins their full-fledged relationship, but Sasha is insecure because of their age difference. Age makes no difference to Jack, and she becomes more confident. Jack receives a position at a prestigious accounting firm and moves in with Sasha, much to the chagrin of her wealthy friends.

“Loved this book. I enjoy books that really pull you in. I found the I like seeing a younger man so confident in himself that age didn’t matter. Almost 20 years difference is a big gap, but he showed her that she was not too old to truly be herself and pursue her dreams. I would have loved to see them marry, but that is just the romantic in me. Looking forward to the rest of this series.” ~Reviewed by Thia (Date: 09/03/2014),

“After some contemplation, I rated Sasha’s Temptation a THREE OUT OF FIVE STARS. I liked the characters, the HOT sex, and the chemistry and dynamic of the story. After reading this book, I am definitely interested in other books by Silke Ming and am looking forward to exploring her romances.” ~Posted by Marie Brown


It was May tenth and also Sasha Santorelli’s birthday. She was turning forty-six.

“Where has the time gone?” she asked, staring into the mirror.

She picked up the bowl with the mixture she had been stirring, and staring into the mirror, she smothered her face with the avocado paste, walked onto the terrace, and stretched on a lounge chair. She picked up the two cucumber slices from a plate and placed them over her eyes.

“Should’ve eaten it all instead of plastering it all over my face,” she murmured as her mind started to wander.
Beside her, her cell phone started to vibrate.


“What are you doing, Sash?” her girlfriend asked.

“Relaxing and making myself pretty for tonight,” she replied.

“Well, you’ve got to look real pretty,” said Ruby Redfern. “It’s your big day and the limo will be there at seven thirty sharp.”

“See you then,” Sasha said, laughing.

Sasha belonged to a group of five women who called themselves the “Five Widows,” even though some of their husbands were still alive and breathing. Ruby Redfern, the leader of the group and

Sasha’s best friend, had lost her husband about seven years earlier. He went to bed one night and never got up again, making her one wealthy, spoilt woman. Autumn Chance had been a high flying executive who no longer fit into the modern high-tech world, so she was given a hefty retirement package and put out to pasture. Indigo West, the Southern belle from South Carolina, lost her husband when decided he no longer wanted to be married. As a matter of fact, he was caught stepping out with members of the same sex. In order to keep his wife quiet, he offered her a great settlement, which kept her in the lifestyle to which she had grown accustomed. Then there was Scarlet Styles, who had never been married, but came from a wealthy family and lived very well from her inheritance. That left the birthday girl, Sasha Santorelli. She knew that something was amiss when she returned home early one evening from a conference, and found her housemaid who was twelve years younger than she was, dressed in her maid uniform and dusting off a nude Joseph Santorelli, the head of the Santorelli fortune.

Together he and Sasha had led a great life, at least that’s what she had thought. She read him his rights and stepped away from his life, leaving him and the twenty-four-year-old in the family mansion. She bought a posh waterfront condo with part of her hefty settlement, and was the last to join the group, making them the “Five Widows.” Not seeing the necessity to seek any form of employment, she idled away her time with the group, who by day looked like country club wives, but by night, was a force to be reckoned with.
Tonight the rest of the Five Widows group was taking Sasha to Pennyfeathers to celebrate. This was a club where the members’ bank account had to be in seven figures before they were allowed entry. This was done to keep the paparazzi out and to allow the idle rich the privacy they sought. Pennyfeathers’s motto was, “whatever happens in Pennyfeathers, stays behind in Pennyfeathers, when you leave Pennyfeathers.’” This gave the widows the opportunity to let their hair down and become a bawdy and raucous group.

* * * *

Sasha looked in the mirror and loved what she saw. Her loose blouse was not too revealing, and her jeans hugged her in all the right places. Will I get lucky for my birthday, she wondered? It had been more than three years since she had glimpsed a man’s anatomy, but tonight it would certainly be a treat. What did the widows have planned for her? She would soon find out, she thought as the doorbell disturbed her thoughts. She picked up her purse and her scarf and hurried downstairs to join her friends. The remaining four of them were comfortably nestled in the back of the stretch limo, and a whoop went up when they laid eyes on her.

“Plan on getting lucky tonight?” Ruby Redfern asked.

“I’ll take whatever comes my way,” she replied. “After all, it is my birthday.”

“And do we have a night in store for you,” Ruby declared.

“Whatever it is, I know I will enjoy it,” she replied.

The group started to laugh and whisper to each other. The limo pulled up in front of the club, and the women climbed out and headed for the entrance. They were greeted by the doorman, who whisked them in, while the queue for the wannabes just kept growing longer. Since they were regulars, they were cordially greeted and promptly ushered to a prime corner seat which accorded them a certain amount of privacy.

On the wall behind them there was a sign that read, Do not touch the performers. The waiter quickly arrived at their table and the women ordered a round of tequila shooters.

“Whoa,” said Scarlet Styles, shaking her head as the alcohol burned her throat on the way down.

“Let’s have another round,” said the birthday girl.

Round after round was brought to the table, putting them in a celebratory mood. The music was now blasting and four young male dancers, dressed only in loin cloths, gyrated between the tables, and one of them was coaxed to the table where the Five Widows were seated.

“We’ve got a birthday girl here,” shouted Scarlet Styles.

Bumping and grinding, the young man manoeuvred his way over to the table, suggestively thrusting his hips forward. Sasha Santorelli’s eyes were glued to his hips, for she was absolutely captivated by his gyrations. Approximately five foot ten and gorgeous! He was between twenty-two and twenty-five years old, with short black hair and as cute as a button. He looked as if he spent all day in the gym because his body was lean and trim, and his muscles rippled with each sensual gyration.

“So who’s the birthday girl?” the young dancer asked, gazing from one face to the other, while his hips continued to gyrate.

All fingers pointed in Sasha’s direction. He slowly bucked in Sasha’s direction. It was loud and noisy as the other dancers and clients were creating their own brand of fun at the other tables.

“He’s got more moves than a one-armed monkey with two peckers,” said Indigo West, jumping up and imitating the moves of the young dancer at their table.

The young man encircled Sasha’s neck from behind and leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered directly in her ear.

It had been quite a while since she had been that intimate with a man, and his closeness sent ripples of delight coursing through her body.

“Show me your motion and I will show you my tits,” Sasha shouted out to him, to everyone’s amazement.

“For you, lovely lady, I would do anything,” said the enthusiastic young man, who dropped into her lap and did a lap dance, much to the shrieks and catcalls from the rest of the group.

Another round of drinks appeared at the table, which they downed very quickly. The lap dance over, the young man stood up and stared at Sasha, and she stared back.

“I’ve shown you my motion, now you show me those tits,” he said in a gentle voice.

To everyone’s surprise, Sasha lifted her blouse and the dancer’s eyes almost popped from his head. Her lovely peaches were standing firm and upright, braless. Her friends seemed shocked at what she had done, but still goaded her on. The young dancer kept staring at her as the other members of the group shoved money into whatever places they could find in his loincloth. His sole intent was those tits. He pictured his lips on them. He wanted his head between them, sucking them, and if that meant his standing early before the pearly gates, he was willing to be smothered by them. What a way to go, he thought. Realizing he was gawking, he turned around, waved to the group, and slithered away.

“I’ll be right back,” said the semi-inebriated Ruby Redfern.

“Wait for me,” said the Southern belle Indigo West. “My eyeballs are floating.”

“What?” asked Scarlet Styles.

“Gotta pee,” she said, turning to around to reply.

When Ruby returned, there was a smile plastered across her face. A few minutes later, the exotic dancer returned for an encore. It was clear that his main interest was Sasha, who couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

“What’s your name?” Ruby asked the young man.

“Jack,” he replied.

“I used to know a Jack when I was younger. What’s your last name?” she asked.

“Hammer,” he replied.

“Oooh!” she said. “Even your name makes me wet.”

“Oh, those tits!” he mouthed at Sasha, who shyly looked away.

The music started again and he moved toward Sasha, spread his legs over her chair, and gyrated inches away from her face. Suddenly a horizontal shape popped up from the middle of his loincloth, which sent everything into total chaos. A flurry of activity ensued as the women rushed to their purses to get more money. Fingers secretly probed his body and shoved paper money into his loincloth, and he revelled in the attention.

“Touch me,” he whispered to Sasha.

“I’m not supposed to,” she replied shyly.

“Be discreet,” he said in a low voice.

As tempted as she was, she decided she wouldn’t, but a twinge rushed down between her thighs, and she knew that something exciting was happening to her. Something she hadn’t felt for close to three years and it was the fault of the young, virile Jack Hammer.

* * * *

At one thirty in the morning, the group of inebriated middle-aged women packed up their belongings and headed for the door. Outside Ruby Redfern looked around anxiously.

“Just a moment,” she said.

Then they saw the young dancer standing on the curb, with an overnight bag in his hand.

“He’s all your for seven days,” she whispered to Sasha.

“What?” Sasha shouted, not believing what her friends had done, but she was nevertheless tempted by the sight of
the virile, young man.

The five women along with Jack Hammer climbed into the waiting limo, and Jack Hammer pulled Sasha onto his lap.

“He’s your birthday gift. He’ll be all yours for the next seven days,” Ruby whispered in her ear.

The first stop was at her waterfront condo, and she stepped out, closely followed by Jack.

“Enjoy yourself honey,” one of the women shouted. “You know how well equipped he is. I wish it was my birthday.”

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