The idea for this story was born a long time
ago, and a very short version of it written. That little flash/quickie once
appeared in an anthology collection published by Liquid Silver Books years ago.
After I requested the return of the antho, so I could work on the individual
stories, I left this one in a file. Recently the idea resurfaced in my
overworked brain, and I decided it might be fun to revisit it and flesh it out
a bit, so to speak. I don’t know how many people are old enough to remember
when late night network television was just beginning to show original dramas,
but during those shows there was an inevitable deluge of commercials featuring
nubile young women, mostly buxom blondes as I recall, and they were all
inviting viewers to call them at their 1-900 numbers to chat… A male friend of
mine dubbed them the “Bimbo Brigade” and I never forgot it–hence the moniker
used in this story. It’s a quirky little fantasy type romance, and will soon be
in audio–that should be interesting, to say the least. At any rate, here’s a
peek at the setup. The story is only 99¢, it’s short, but it sizzles! It’s also
become one of my best-sellers–which is a total surprise to me! AND, it’s
available now in audio, as well… Indulge in a little wickedness if you dare…
1-900-SURPRISE!
Short, sexy contemporary with edge!
Available from Wicked Lass Press/Eirelander
Publishing
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When her lover, Martin Fowler is called away to Washington and she can't
go with him, Daniella LeBeaux is restless and edgy. Martin's older, worldly,
and has a reputation that would make most women think twice about trusting him.
Dani loves him, and trust is not what's making her anxious and edgy - lust and
loneliness are combining with a little too much to drink. When the phone rings,
and it's Martin, delayed again, he teaches her a new way to make love
long-distance style.... but who's watching Dani? And is Martin really ready for
the revenge his actions incite?
Excerpt:
An hour after her father
had gone home, Martin called. He was, in fact, on his way back to New York.
Despite the fact that she had an early call for rehearsals the next day,
Daniella chose to wait up for him. It was approaching 2 AM now and he still
wasn’t home. She glanced at the clock. Less than ten minutes had passed since
her last check.
She had stopped drinking
after her father had gone, taken a shower, and now she was sitting in the
apartment with only candlelight and soft music for company. She smiled, unable
to subdue the flutter of excitement in her stomach when she thought about
seeing him walk into the apartment. She went to the window, staring at the
street as if she could will the scarlet-colored Corvette to appear.
Her father’s visit, and the
revelations he’d shared played through her mind again. It explained why Andrew
had taken Martin on as a partner in the private investigations firm that was
doing extremely well due to the talented men who ran it. To his credit, Martin
had tried to dissuade Daniella’s interest in him, especially given her age.
She’d been seventeen when they’d met, and her father’s disapproval of her
infatuation with Martin had been vehement. Persuading either of them that her
teenage crush was actually soul-deep love and adoration hadn’t been easy. By
the time she was twenty-one, Martin had been convinced; it had taken more
months than she cared to recall to make her father understand and accept it.
But, it had finally happened, and she was happier than she’d ever been in her
life. Most of the time.
The glitter of soft,
dancing light from the flickering candle-flames sparkled on cut crystal and
drew her gaze to the bar. She decided to have another drink, even knowing it
was likely to be a bad idea come morning. She poured a healthy dose of the
scotch Martin preferred, and then tried to settle into an armchair. She closed
her eyes and let her head fall back against the plush cushion in an attempt to
relax.
A single mouthful of the
drink reminded her of the way it tasted on Martin’s lips. She let that image
settle in her mind, smiling at the shiver that rippled through her. Martin was
a stunning man, and she never tired of looking at him, or listening to him, or
being in the same room with him.
He was tall, with dark
brown hair, and equally dark eyes that dominated a strikingly contoured face.
At forty, he was scarred emotionally and physically, but he was beauty
incarnate to the woman who loved him. The image of his lean, muscular limbs, and
her frequent cataloging of every gorgeous inch of him, made her tremble with
longing.
She tossed back the
remainder of her Scotch and slouched deeper into the chair erotic memories led
her thoughts. The warmth of the liquor coursed through her, creating a flush on
her skin that she knew would be visible had Martin been there to see it. She
let herself be carried along on the alcohol-edged wave, and felt an undeniable
rush of hungry desire when she thought about having Martin beside her in bed.
The nights had been the hardest part of the separation—she’d been going to bed
later and later over the past week in order to spend as few hours as possible
sleeping alone.
She was still finding it
difficult to believe just how much she missed him. The apartment was eerily
quiet in the morning, and equally so when she came home. The evenings started
driving her crazy within a few days. She was always wound up after the extended
rehearsals, but that excess energy generally found an outlet in Martin’s arms.
Daniella abruptly cut off that train of thought by getting up to
fix another drink, this time making it considerably larger than the previous
one. A slow stroll back to the window revealed only darkness and an empty
street below. It had rained earlier, and the scattered puddles created sporadic
mirrors and reflected back the glare of streetlights and passing car
headlights. An absent glance at her watch didn’t offer her any reassurance—he
was nearly an hour late now. She forced down the threat of panic that wanted to
blossom into a full-fledged fear and told herself that he was all right. His
identity was protected and all precautions had been taken to ensure his safety.
With her father in charge of that, she had no doubts at all about the quality
of the security surrounding Fowler at all times.
Uncomfortable at the
window, Daniella spun on her heel and dropped into the armchair again. About
halfway to the bottom of this drink, memory steered her thoughts inexorably
back to the bedroom she shared with Martin. The tension knotting her muscles
was as much sexual as it was concern for his unexplained lateness, and the
sudden ache between her thighs was more than enough to awaken her entire body
with anticipation. Another gulp and the second Scotch was gone.
Daniella was beginning to
feel a bit more relaxed again now that alcohol was dulling her perception but
there was still an edge of panic lingering within her. She couldn’t help
wondering if something had happened to Martin; he was never hours late without
calling—a habit he was slowly drilling into Daniella as well. She looked at the
glass in her hand, debating whether to refill it a third time. It was now
almost three o’clock, and she decided to have the drink then go to bed—alone.
She couldn’t suppress the flare of anger that shot through her at the prospect
of another night in the huge bed without Martin. In her heart, she knew nothing
serious had delayed him, which meant he simply hadn’t bothered to call.
Twenty minutes and a third
drink later; Daniella was staring at the empty glass again. Her head felt
pleasantly fuzzy.
Disappointment and
annoyance kept her on an emotional seesaw...
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