Three ebooks up for grabs to three random commenters. Do you think of airports as a romantic destination?
Cinda isn’t ready to become a glorious butterfly. She’s still in the caterpillar stage with her generous curves. All she really wants is for a man to appreciate who she is. The way Jack did when they met at the airport. They shared a romantic day as they both waited for their flights. He kissed her goodbye and tucked his card in her suit pocket with instructions to call. It figures she’d lose his card. Luck never dealt her a romantic winning hand, but it’s time to reshuffle the cards.
Six months fantasizing about Jack was enough. Raven determines not only to help her friend to become the butterfly she is, but also to give her friend a gift she’ll never forget. Cinda voices her doubts about attending the masquerade ball. Raven reveals that Santa left her special gift at the ball. Her job is to retrieve it.
The Story Behind the Story
Back when I was dating, a man put on his online profile that he walked through a crowded airport and spontaneously kissed a beautiful woman. I pounced on that statement because I saw so many issues with it. Maybe she was married or traveling with her boyfriend who would have probably punch him. She could have screamed and kicked him thinking she was being attacked. There were so many ways the scenario could have gone. My potential date admitted he made it up to sound interesting. It did make him sound , uhm, different. His imaginary exploits did not impress me. It did get me thinking.
What if a woman bumped into an viable man at the airport, they talk, realize there's a connection, spend the time between flights together, kiss, and then, say goodbye. It was a wonderful romantic interlude, but what stopped it from being more?
This missing business card with the all important phone number, this revelation came about not from a date, but from a possible business contact. I tried to act calm while the man who displayed interest in my book handed me his business card. As you guessed, the card never made it home. Let's see how Cinda deals with this problem.
The heading read Sex with a Perfect Stranger. It made Cinda chuckle at its very cliché-ness. Her best friend, Raven, in front of the bathroom mirror putting the final touches on her makeup, called out, “What’s so funny?”
“This book I downloaded for free. I thought it would be fun. Besides it didn’t cost me anything.” Her eyes traveled down the paragraph, causing a tiny spark in the back of her mind with an idea so ludicrous she attempted to stamp it out before it could even grow into a fantasy. When she did fantasize, every man evolved into Jack.
Raven poked her head out of the open doorway. “What’s it called?”
Now I’ve done it. Raven had been her best friend since they both wore braces and glasses at the same grueling awkward time in sixth grade. It seemed fitting they formed a bond since some of the more popular girls nicknamed them Team Ugly.
Cinda smiled at her strikingly gorgeous friend. She certainly had her revenge on those petty females by becoming an unconventional beauty with her coal black hair and vivid blue eyes. Maybe her transformation gave her the confidence to say whatever she thought. Nah, it was always there. Lately, she seemed to be overly concerned with Cinda’s love life or, rightly put, lack of one.
She’d have to tell her the name of the book. The woman would hound her like a dog after a steak bone. “‘Sex with a Perfect Stranger’”
Her friend snorted and stepped all the way out of the bathroom, fixing her with a direct gaze. Placing both hands on her hips, she twisted her mouth in what Cinda termed her considering expression, which sometimes didn’t bode well for the person she was considering.
“Mmm, doesn’t sex usually involve a man.” She paused and winked before continuing. “Or two?”
Cinda’s face flushed with the image of two men smiling seductively at her, not that she wanted two. Never mind. She tabled the thought, knowing she’d opened the topic she tried to avoid.
Her friend cocked her head and gave her a saucy grin. “It’s been so long since you’ve been in a relationship, I doubt you know what to do with a man if you had one.”
Even though she knew her friend was teasing, it didn’t stop the hurt. The words reflected her musings to a certain extent. “Use it unless you want to lose it,” her free-spirited friend would remind her, once again.
“I would know.” She rushed to assure. “Besides, not everyone can be like you, drop dead beautiful and have any man she wants with a slight nod of her head.”
Raven burst into paroxysm of snorting pig laughter. It always amazed her that her friend never lost her awkward laugh. Maybe she couldn’t. After all, she never totally lost her country accent. Even the elocution lesson didn’t totally wipe out the down-home twang.
“Cinda, Cinda, the other side always look better. I don’t have anything you don’t have. The only difference is you refuse to display your attributes. You’ve never been a woman to use what the good Lord gave you. After Keith left you, you hid yourself behind business frump attire.”
At the age of twenty, she had another chance at superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat. The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn’t prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having different last names probably helped.
Morgan recently retired from teaching special needs students to write fulltime, instead of in the wee hours of the night. With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the airlines now.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Morgan-K.-Wyatt/e/B008EEC4EY/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1370798169&sr=8-2