Friday, September 6th -- another big day for me. My fifth story
with Decadent Publishing will be released. As you can see by
the banner, it's another 1NightStand story. Although, I would love someday
to finish and release a full length novel, for some reason, these intense short
stories seem to flow out of my head.
For Me may hit a mark with some of you dear readers, especially
if you're of the fuller-figure variety. I'll be honest, I've battled my weight
and self-consciousness because of my weight, all my life. Sure, I was a size 8
for a year and a half --but it was a fairly unhappy, overly-obsessed-with-the-scale 18 months. I was a knock-out,
but at what cost? I only wish I had the healthy attitude my character, Abby,
does about her size. Thankfully, I have a husband, who like her date, Casey,
accepts her as she is and more importantly who she
is on the inside. Sure, it sounds very hokey and cliche, but his want of her, and their
collective acceptance of beauty--inner and outer -- has been terribly maligned
over the years. What are we teaching our children through
the media's slanted, photo-shopped images of people?
But, I didn't want to get too serious with this
blog--rather PUSH a book!
Here's a little taste of what's between the (electronic)
covers of For Me:
Welcome, Dr. Lewis.
I hope you are finding the
Castillo Retreat relaxing and delightful. 1Night Stand takes into consideration
both parties requests and appetites when designing their encounter.
Your date will arrive
shortly. Please get comfortable by undressing and wearing the robe provided and
relax on the massage table in the spa room. He expressed on his application
that he has great
hands. If you are accepting, he would like to begin the evening with a
massage.
Despite knowing you’re a
physician, your date is slightly self-conscious about his appearance, so by
having you wear the blindfold provided, he’ll feel more comfortable. You may
have some concern having one sense taken from you. I suggest you and your
partner decide on a safe word. Should either of you feel uneasy at any time,
with any action, use the agreed-upon word to stop the encounter.
Have a wonderful evening.
Madame Eve
“What the hell? He’s self-conscious? I’m the one bare-ass
naked under nothing but a robe”
Staring at the envelope,
she waited for the words to change even slightly. They didn’t. Dammit. With a grunt of irritation, she tossed
the paperwork on the table and headed for the spa room.
He’s self-conscious. “Hmmm.” Disfigured from some accident,
deformed at birth, marred by a bad case of adolescent acne? “Quit being so ridiculous,
Abigail!”
She began to undress and
caught a glimpse in the full-length mirror and sighed. She shouldn’t be
disgusted—she had a beautiful, round figure, or so her mother told her all
through high school, with well-defined arms and shoulders from her love of
kayaking and canoeing. Hours in the medical center’s private pool helped as
well. Regardless, an evil, self-destructive thought crossed her mind; He’ll wonder who delivered the cow
then demand his money back.
Covering with the cozy
bathrobe provided for her doused the notion. She lay down on her back on the
towel-wrapped table and as directed, slipped the small blindfold over her eyes.
The world went dark. Not a
frightening dark, but a deep, restful absence of light, a peaceful black.
Under the blindfold, she
closed her eyes to the world. So quiet. She dozed, she had no idea how long,
until the closing of the door brought her around.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Dr. Lewis. Or may
I call you Abigail?”
“Abby is fine.” She turned
her head, following the deep, satiny voice of a man. Quiet steps moved behind
her head. He stopped. Fingering the knot of her robe, she tightened it,
covering herself, hoping to ward off the odd sensation of him studying her
shape.
The lonely spot between
her legs pulsed when a heavy hand lit on her shoulder.
His breath fell warm and
solicitous on her ear. “What would you like rubbed first?”
With this story, a 'collaboration' of sorts with dear
friend and fellow DP author, Deanna Wadsworth, has come to an end. For Me is the
sixth in the series of a half dozen DW and I have written with overlapping
characters.'
And, how are all these books 'related,'
well: the furry guy (John) Bear it All's cover is the brother of the lovely
woman (Grace) on my The One He Chose. The cute blond (Martin) on Deanna's, Accidentally Beautiful, is the concierge at a Castillo hotel where Grace stayed
in her story. Martin is an old high school friend of the strapping, kilt-clad
Scot (Ian) from Haste Ye Back. The young lady (Bryn) on that same cover is
neighbors with the t-shirted guy (Jason) The Best Ever, and he's the brother of
the woman (Abby) on the cover of my For Me.
(Deanna and I would be thrilled if you
read them in order as they appear above. Despite getting a deep sense of the
characters in each individual book, their on-going interaction gives even more
understanding of their 'situations.')
So, dear friends, thanks for reading. I
hope you'll pick up and enjoy For Me!
When not playing with the people in her head, Wendy has a
full time job behind the scenes in television, a part time job in radio and an
even 'parter' time job trying to keep her house clean. She lives with her cute
chef husband and three fuzzy felines in the Great Lakes region of the Mid-West.
