Where did the week go? How did I miss Monday and Tuesday? It’s already Wednesday. Gah!
I guess this is just one of the changes that is happening now that I’m working a ‘real’ job outside of my cozy writing space. My hours vary from 7 am to 5 pm to 1 pm to 10 pm (today), so it’s easy, at least for me, to lose track of time and what day it is. There. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.
Everything is fine in the world of lingerie. The racks (no pun intended) are full of lacy, silky pretty things with a smattering of cotton and flannel for the more practical among us. There are also oodles of soft, furry robes to curl up in with a mug of cocoa or a glass of port, in front of a crackling fire. If you’re local, and you haven’t already, come in and see me sometime.
Meanwhile, here’s an excerpt from my first book, More Than Just Friends, chapter Compromising.
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“Damn you, Peter, let me past.” Joanie was getting annoyed but kept her anger in
check. She wanted to prod him along good-humoredly, to win his trust. Peter leaned
down and reached his mouth toward hers. She turned her head but it was too late. He
latched onto her mouth with his own and forced her up against the wall. Joanie tried to
wiggle free but he was too strong for her. A bitter taste, like poison, came through his
mouth to hers, making her reel with repulsion. Sweat rubbed against her cheeks and
dripped down her neck. She felt ill. Lately, all she had been doing was trying to escape
this man – this man she used to adore. What had happened – what was happening
to him?
But soon, Joanie began to melt against Peter’s touch, just as she had always done. His
kiss became more urgent and she returned his ardent advances, opening her mouth to
freely allow his eager tongue to enter. She gave him access down her flannel pajama top
to find her hard nipple, then to cup and fondle her breast. It felt so good, she squirmed.
His other hand let go of the door jamb and inch by inch, scanned her body down to
find what he was looking for – the wet softness between her legs. Before he pulled the
elastic waistband away from her stomach to indulge in her sweet moistness, Joanie made
her move.
Like a bullet, she tore away from his now relaxed body, darted into the bathroom,
slammed the door and locked it. Leaning up against the closed door, she had only
seconds to breathe a sigh of relief before the pounding began. Next, she went to the sink
to wash her mouth, face and neckline, rubbing herself as if she were exorcising a demon
from her body. She didn’t have much time, she knew that, but with all the banging and
yelling going on, she felt certain someone would hear and come to her rescue.
Just as that thought came to mind, the racket stopped. She heard Peter rustling
around in the kitchen, opening and closing drawers and pulling items out of cupboards.
Then it got very quiet. Joanie barely moved, waiting, listening, to hear what Peter was
going to do next, but there was nothing. Just as she was beginning to think maybe he’d
gone, she heard metal against metal and realized he was jimmying the bathroom door.
The grating sound made her anxious. She backed away from the door and realized there
was no way out. The one tiny window opened scarcely enough to let out steam from the
hot shower, or to let fresh air in. Even if she could pry open the window wider, it was
four stories down to the ground, with no fire escape.
Her mind raced, trying to find some solution. There had to be a solution. Her phone
– where had she left her phone? At this point it was her only hope, but she had no idea
where it was. She couldn’t remember getting home last night, let alone where she had
left her purse or her phone. It made her think about future emergency situations, if she
even had a future. Joanie slumped down against the bathtub in momentary defeat. But
retracing her steps from the previous night in her head, Joanie thought she remembered
seeing her purse on the side table by the front door. If it was there, her iPhone would
certainly be in it. It was always in the little side pocket of her purse. Focusing now on
this new discovery, Joanie stood up and began to work on a new plan that would involve
accessing her phone to call for help. For a moment she felt a wave of relief, of hope. Then
she saw the door handle slowly turn, and she froze.
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Uh oh! What’s going to happen next? Find out by buying and reading the book, here http://www.madisonlakepages.com/books/more-than-just-friends.
