Book Review The Power of Imagination (Sewing a Friendship #2 The Magic in Us)

Sewing-a-Friendship-2-Magic-In-Us-book 1-The Power-of-FriendshipTitle: Sewing a Friendship 2 – The Magic in Us: The Power of Imagination (Book 1)

Author: Natalie Tinti

Genre: Children’s Chapter Book

Rating: 4 stars

Purchase: Amazon

When a secret agent dog, Dogon, informed four best friends that Nina has a bad horrible scratch and she won’t be able to play her musical instruments, they must quickly come and make her feel better. While deciding what to do next, there’s a veritable blizzard of ideas put forth, and the girls have to sift through them all to come up with a plan of action. Together they create a magical world full of adventures where every obstacle can be overcome with mutual support and joint creativity.

Magic in Us is an inspiration for children to learn and grow into well-rounded individuals, to realize the power of friendship, to learn about the value of problem solving and discover hidden talents. It told by 10 years old Natalie Tinti. She is not only a multi-awarded talented writer, she is also an amazing artist!

 Natalie Tinti is an enthusiast, intelligent ten year old who illustrates and writes chapter books, and who is more than a little admirable. In my career, I’ve read a lot of books, some of them written by teenagers, but most of them aren’t half as talented as Natalie Tinti is. Her illustrations are amazing, detailed, well-drawn, and each character has its own distinctive style.

Dogon the dog goes from house to house to inform Nina’s friends that their best friend needs them. The girls unite and make their way to Nina’s house. There’s clever, intelligent Meeka, hilarious Jonesy Jipsy, their new friend Kiki and Sokron. Meeka was my favorite of all the girls, I could relate to her because she was a bit of a brainiac like I was when I was younger.

The story is all right. I’d expected a little more imagination. The characters are definitely imaginative, but the story was pretty normal – one of their friends gets sick, and they go visit her and tell stories.

I loved the artwork in conjunction with the story. I’ll keep my eyes open for more books in this series, since this one was definitely enjoyable.

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Character Interview for Root Bound Book Tour

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I’m hosting an interview today with a very special character: Mat, the Basement Brownie. Mat is a character from young adult fantasy “Root Bound”. If you want to find out more about “Root Bound”, you can find more info below the interview.

Hello and welcome! Could you tell us a bit about yourself?

Oh, yes! Thank you so much for having me. I’m very happy to be here, wherever here actually is. Where is here? Oh, never mind.  I’m sure it’s not as interesting as the Brownie Burrow. You should see it, especially in springtime.  The smell of fresh root stew wafting across the Central Market is just heavenly. Heavenly, I tell you.

I’m sorry, what was the question, again?

Um, I asked you to tell us about yourself.

Oh, yes, right.  I am Mat Rubblemaker. I am a basement brownie, obviously. What do you mean, that`s not obvious? Look at me! Brick red skin, dazzling intellect, standard issue brownie tunic. Oh, wait, you’re one of those human-monsters, aren’t you.  And not very bright, hmmm?  I thought that Emma-monster was the only one. Are ALL humans this dumb? How interesting. I’ll have to report this to the Upper Worlds Encyclopedic Knowledge Brigade.  This will throw their whole Dewy Decibel system off, I’m sure. I’m sorry, why are you frowning and waving your hands around like that? Oh, I see.  <clears throat>

As I said, I’m Mat Rubblemaker, and I’m a chief archivist and translator at Mr. Walter Widget’s Academy. Well, not a chief archivist, exactly. More like a standard archivist. A standard archive…assistant, actually. I help the chief archivist do very important work. Ok, Ok, I’m a student. But I did meet the chief archivist once. Really, I did.

Can you tell us more about Mr. Walter Widget’s Academy? What is school like for basement brownies?

Oh, it’s LOVELY! My favourite place in the universe. What’s that? No, I’ve really only ever lived in the Brownie Burrow, and the only time I left was to go fetch Emma from Over. But honestly, how much better can the universe be? Mr. Walter Widget is a genius, my teacher and mentor.  For me and the other sixty hundred other students, I mean. I want to be like Mr. Walter Widget someday. Mat Rubblemaker, Genius. Yes, I can see it now.  What’s that? Well, you don’t have to be so mean about it. Where was I? Oh, yes…the school.

The school is simply WONDERFUL. I mostly work in the Translations room when I’m not off adventuring and saving the world. I do that sometimes, you know.  It would be SOOOO much easier if we didn’t have to drag that monster Emma around with us, though I will admit she did help a bit.  In Translations, we turn stories into moving word pictures. It’s a bit difficult to explain here, but if you read ROOT BOUND, you’ll see us in glorious action.

I’m familiar with traditional brownies from Scotland and England. They live in people’s houses and sometimes do housework and small chores in the middle of the night. How are basement brownies different?

Ah, yes, the ancestors. Back in the old country, brownies quickly discovered that it was much more pleasant living inside people’s homes than shivering out on the heath. We’re naturally shy, though, so my ancestors kept hidden in the walls and only came out at night. But they were grateful for the hospitality, so they did housework as a way of showing their thanks.

We basement brownies are a bit different. We came to the big cities as they grew, and it wasn’t all that easy finding places to hide in apartments. So we burrowed down into the ground, below the buildings that had the most magic, and we created our burrows among the roots below. My personal biographer, Tanya Karen Gough, has written an longer explanation on her blog (http://emmaseries.blogspot.ca/2013/04/a-brief-history-of-brownies-fae.html).

You were part of the group of brownies who made first contact with humans when you discovered Emma.  What was it like, interacting with people for the first time?

Oh! It was quite terrifying! First of all, we had no warning that the house would summon us when it did. The four of us – Piers, Truss, The Master Surveyor and myself – we were just minding our own business in the burrow, when suddenly SWOOOSH! Off we went, up through the gate that protects Under from the human world, through all sorts of pipes and hollow spaces in the walls until we came tumbling into Emma’s room through the vent. I’m telling you, it was horrifying! Tumbling around in the dark, all that swishing and swooshing…and then, at the end, to be confronted by that…that…MONSTER! Oh, it was dreadful! Dreadful, I tell you! By Foundation, I’d never seen anything so horrifying in my short little life! She was enormous. No, not enormous…eNOOORmous! Yes, that’s it. And pale…so pale…like a ghost or a ghoogily thing.  Great shivering timbers, the memory is making me woozy. I think I need to go lie down now. Maybe have a nice bowl of root stew. So nice to meet you, though. Please read ROOT BOUND to learn more about me and my friends!

About Root Bound

emma root bound coverTitle: Root Bound (Emma and The Elementals #1)

Author: Tanya Karen Gough

Genre: YA Fantasy

How far will you go to find your way home?

Emma and her father are always on the move, travelling from place to place as her father’s work demands. Their new home, however, is different. There’s a frightening woman who lives down the hall: she bears an uncanny resemblance to a witch. A mysterious light comes from her apartment, and a small boy seems to be trapped inside.

School in this town is no happy place either, with an odd principal and a gang of girls who make tormenting Emma their special project. And strangest of all is the fact that there seem to be brownies – basement brownies, in the air vent in her bedroom.

Haunted by visions of her mother, Emma travels through the brownie burrow to the valley of Hades to visit with the goddess Ceres, following a series of clues that lead her across the sea of memory to the centre of the world.

There, on an inhospitable rock floating in a sea of steaming lava, Emma must find a way to release her mother from the sea of memory and restore magic to both the brownie burrow and the human world above.

Author Bio

Tanya Karen Gough owned and published The Poor Yorick Shakespeare Catalogue from 1997-2007, earning a strong international customer base of world class academics and high school educators. Tanya was also a contributing editor for the Internet Shakespeare Editions at the University of Victoria (BC), audio advisor for the Sourcebooks Shakespeare textbook series, and theatre reviewer for Playshakespeare.com. Tanya grew up in New Hampshire and currently lives in Toronto, Ontario.

Links

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/tkgough

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Root-Bound-Emma-Elementals-ebook/dp/B008ADUFAO/

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Book Excerpt Sewing a Friendship

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I’m hosting an excerpt today from chapter book ‘Sewing a Friendship’ written by Natalie Tinti, who is a multi-award winning author at age thirteen. Wow! I’m so glad to host an excerpt from her debut book.

Book Excerpt

Chapter 3                       

PINK SLEEPOVER

    “SSSleeepooover…How fun!” the wind murmured as it flew around the Blossom’s house.

The girls were still jumping on Sokron’s bed.

“Yeah, we can practice solving math problems all night long!” Meeka exclaimed in a fast pace.

“You won’t mind me dancing, will ya?” Jonsy asked.

“I would love to stay for a sleepover, but you know my dad has a hundred of rules,” Nina sighed. She stopped jumping and sat down on the bed.

Sokron sat down next to Nina and smiled, “It will be okay.”

“Well, it’s four o’clock; let’s get ready for the sleepover!” Jonsy said as she jumped off the bed with Meeka.

Then Meeka said, “Let’s go to the park first and study blue caterpillars for my science sandwich.”

“And I could teach the blue caterpillars to do professional-pointy-toed belly dancing,” Jonsy giggled.

“I’ll get them to wear fluffy cherry-pink tutus!” Sokron said with excitement.

“Plus, I can play pop-goes-the-the-weasel with my guitar,…trumpet, … violin, … banjo, … and drums. If I had them,” Nina said as she daydreamed about her instruments.

“Let’s do it,” they all shouted. They happily ran out of Sokron’s room and down the street. They found themselves at an enormous park covered with blooming flowers. Just then, something caught their eyes. It was KIKI SHAVER.

About Sewing a Friendship

SewingaFriendship-www.natalietinti.comTitle: Sewing a Friendship

Author: Natalie Tinti

Genre: Children’s Chapter Books

The four best friends, who are seven years old girls, are super excited about the start of summer! Their adventure begins with getting out of school and talking about a pink sleepover. But things do not run smoothly when nine years old Kiki, the rival girl, gets in the way by uninviting the girls to a fashion show.

Review by James A. Cox, Midwest Book Reviews:

“Sewing a Friendship” is an unusual, inspiring artistic conception/creation about empowering girls to overcome obstacles and use creativity to grow together.  Created by 10-year-old author/illustrator Natalie Tinti, “Sewing a Friendship” is a truly unique and life enhancing book.  Although the target audience might well be 7-10 years old girls, the positive messages about inclusion and imagination will also appeal to others from teens to adults.

Author Bio

At age thirteen Natalie Tinti is a multi-award winning author, illustrator, of 12 children’s books and an inspirational public speaker who promotes varied uplifting messages for her peers as well as their parents.  Despite this early success as an artist Natalie was recommended to repeat Kindergarten as her teacher thought she didn’t have adequate language function and memory recall.  However, this apparent set back would later serve as a valuable growth experience in her social awareness and desire to help her classmates. Natalie’s books gave her a platform for speaking at various venues where she promoted the empowerment of children to include: the value of social skills for overall happiness and as a tool in dealing with bullies, appreciating one’s unique talents and personality to bolster self-confidence, and challenging children of all ages to build friendships by having the courage to include others.

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Book Excerpt from Aphanasian Stories

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I’m hosting an excerpt today from Aphanasian Stories, a fantasy short story collection. My excerpt comes from “Lost and Found”, the second story in the collection.

Book Excerpt

Long after her slow, even breathing told him Colby slept, Xavier sat, gazing silently into the flames but not really seeing them. The fire crackled and danced across the logs, causing the shadows of everything, from Colby to the boulders that peppered the floor, to move and twist at its whim. All save one.

His own shadow stood fast, resisting the shifting light. Often when he moved to watch his slumbering companion, it hesitated before following suit. After some time his shadow stood and began to pace the small cave, though he himself remained seated by the fire.

“They’re out there ye know,” the shadow hissed.

Xavier let his head fall into his hands and sighed. “I know.  I hadn’t noticed earlier, but the silence betrays them. No insects chirp and no night birds call.  I know they’re there.”

“She don’t,” the shadow stated flatly, jerking its head in Colby’s direction.

“I know.”

“I told ye ta kill the guard.  Least it woulda given ya a head start ‘fore they knew ye were missin’.”

“I’m not a murderer.”

“Bah, ye don’t know what ye is,” the shadow mocked, waving his tentacles derisively.

The shadow’s dry laughter sounded like a desiccated corn husk being tugged off the cob. It sent shivers down Xavier’s spine. He gritted his teeth and flexed the muscles of his tentacles, trying to blot out the sound and looked back into the flames, thinking. Even his tentacles stopped swaying and rested peacefully at his side.

The shadow continued to pace. Its tentacles flailed violently around it, and occasionally one pounded angrily into the palm of its hand.

“They’re jus’ waitin’ till their backup gets here.”

“That’s what I thought too. You suppose they’ll attack at dawn?”

“I s’pose it depends on how long they bin waitin’.”

“I don’t think they were there when I woke up, but I don’t know. They could have been there the whole time I slept, just waiting for a sign that Colby wasn’t alone.”

“If they’ve ‘eard ye talkin’ I ‘spect they know she’s not alone an’ they won’t waste time.”

“Yeah, I expect they do.” Xavier sighed. Standing slowly, he moved closer to the mouth of the cave and peered out. The sky hadn’t begun to lighten yet, but the stars had grown faint.

“Kill ’em,” his shadow whispered, but Xavier shook his head.

“I’m not a murderer.”

The shadow threw up its arms and tentacles, in exasperation. “Fine, be a martyr, but don’t ferget the main thing ’bout martyrs.”

“What’s that?” Xavier whispered.

“They’re all dead.”

Aphanasian Stories

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Author: Rhonda Parrish

Genre: Fantasy Short Story Collection

Three of Rhonda Parrish’s beloved Aphanasian stories brought together in one collection for the first time!

A Love Story: Z’thandra, a swamp elf living with the Reptar, discovers a human near the village. When she falls in love with him, she faces the most difficult choice of her life, a decision that will affect the Reptar for generations.

Lost and Found: Xavier, the escaped subject of a madman’s experiments, and Colby, a young lady on a mission to save her brother, must combine their efforts to elude capture and recover the magical artifact that will save Colby’s brother before it’s too late.

Sister Margaret: A vampire hunter and a half-incubus swordsman are hired by a priestess to kill the undead pimp that is extorting, torturing and murdering vulnerable girls.

Author Bio

cestmoiWhen she isn’t procrastinating or gaming Rhonda writes fantasy, YA and horror. She also maintains a blog at http://www.rhondaparrish.com and loves sushi.

Links

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http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1481249479/

Book Review Sora’s Quest

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Author: Theresa Sheffler

Genre: Fantasy

Rating: 5 stars

Purchase: Amazon

Sora Fallcrest was born into Nobility. She had it all: money, maids, a fancy estate. But she never expected to be kidnapped.

Abducted from her manor, Sora is plunged into a world of magical races, arcane jewelry and forgotten lore. She finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous assassin, haunted by an even darker past. She yearns for freedom, but he won’t let her go — not when her Cat’s Eye necklace is the only thing that can save his life.

But the necklace itself presents a problem. It is an ancient device from the long forgotten War of the Races, and its magic has the ability to steal souls. Can Sora learn to wield its power — or will the power wield her? (Winner of the SKOW 2006 Best Fantasy Award)

I love some good old fashioned fantasy, and Sora’s Quest has it all. A dangerous assassin with a dark, troubled past. A heroine who wants nothing more than to escape the clutches of her boring existence. A fantasy world that is well-crafted and well-explained.

Sora was a great main character. She held the middle between being adult-like at times and a bit childish at times, and even though she longed for freedom, she felt the pull of duty as well. I liked her spark and attitude. I also liked the entire storyline involving the Cat’s Eye necklace. It was something different than I’m used to, and I thoroughly enjoyed that. The storyline, to me, at least, was unique, but mostly because it introduced a great concept, an enjoyable setting, and original characters.

I loved the whole ability to steal souls part. Very clever. I also liked how Sora wasn’t some kind of over-powered hero who got the necklace and could use it right away without any problems. I hate stories like that, but it wasn’t the case here.

Excellent plot, fast-paced, decent writing and a main character who stole my heart.

Release Day There Goes The Groom

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We’re celebrating the release day for contemporary romance comedy “There Goes The Groom” by Jana Richards. The author is giving away an Amazon Gift Certificate to one lucky winner! Scroll down to find out how to participate.

About There Goes The Groom

theregoe_epubEight years ago Tony left Olivia at the altar. He was sure she didn’t really want to marry him. Now he’s back, and they’re forced to work together.

Coming home isn’t easy for Tony, because his father wanted him to work at a trade instead of going off to college. Their relationship is still unsteady. Even before Tony’s return, Olivia began questioning the depth of her love for her fiancé, a man she chose because he was safe and reliable. Yet the last thing she wants is a loveless, faithless marriage like the one her parents suffered through.

When Tony, who never stopped loving her, insists her fiancé is the wrong man for her, Olivia sets out to prove him wrong. But the sexual chemistry between them is still strong, and so are her feelings for him. Even so, how can she break her engagement, hurt her fiancé as she was once hurt? And how can she trust Tony not to abandon her as he did before?

If anyone does the jilting this time, she will.

Author Bio

Jana Richards pictureJana Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic comedy.  She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a serious side.  She believes there’s nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see what makes them tick.

When not writing up a storm, working at her day job as an Office Administrator, or dealing with ever present mountains of laundry, Jana can be found on the local golf course pursuing her newest hobby.

Jana lives in Western Canada with her husband Warren, and a highly spoiled Pug/Terrier cross named Lou. You can reach her through her website at http://www.janarichards.net

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When he arrived at McLaren’s a short time later, he saw a group of people, mostly men, crowded around one of the pool tables, clapping and cheering to the beat of hard driving rock music. As he got closer he saw the object of their attention. Olivia was on top of the pool table, doing an incredibly sexy, somewhat drunken dance. Her snug jeans and close fitting tank top showed off her lovely curves, and her hair, usually pinned into submission, hung loose and free around her shoulders. Even her bare feet were sexy, the toenails painted a flirty red.

Tony’s breath caught in his throat. She’d never looked more beautiful.

Dani stood nearby, arguing with a couple of the bar’s bouncers.

“Look Lady, if your friend doesn’t come down on her own, we’re going to have to go up there and get her. She’s ruining the table.”

Dani held up a pair of high heels. “How could she be ruining the table?  She’s in her bare feet.”

“She’s creating a disturbance. She’s got to come down.”

Tony spoke up. “I’ll get her down. Just give me a few minutes.”

“You’ve got five minutes before we toss her.”

“How are you going to get her down?” Dani asked when the bouncers moved away.

“I don’t know. I’ll think of something.”

Tony elbowed his way to the side of the pool table. Olivia was in her own little world, moving to the rock beat, her hair flying around her face. She looked totally different from the buttoned down executive she usually showed to the world. She reminded him of the girl he used to know, the girl he’d fallen in love with.

“Hey Liv, what are you doing up there?”

At first she didn’t hear him and he had to shout at her again. Then she lifted her face and looked towards him, smiling.

“Hey Tony, I’m having a party,” she said. “It’s my birthday. You remembered my birthday, didn’t you?”

“Sure I did.” Every June twenty-eighth for the last eight years he’d think of her and wonder what she was doing.

“At least you said ‘Happy Birthday’ to me.” She spun in a little circle, her hips gyrating. Tony swallowed nervously. She was an incredibly sexy woman. A look around him at the faces of the other men watching her told him they thought the same. He had to get Liv out of there before one of them decided to take her up on what she unwittingly offered.

“Time to go home, Liv,” he said, holding out his hand to her. “I’ll help you down.”

“Don’t wanna go home,” Liv giggled. “Too many mice.”

“Then we’ll go to Dani’s house.”

Liv danced around the light fixture to the other side of the pool table. “Too many floors.”

“Dani and I will take you to my place then,” he said, grasping at ways to entice her. “We’ll have cake.”

She stopped dancing and walked towards him. “With birthday candles and balloons?”

“Sure.” Where the hell was he going to get birthday candles and balloons at this time of night?

“Okay, let’s go!”

Without warning she jumped off the pool table and into his arms. Tony staggered under her weight, barely keeping his balance. Liv flung her arms around his neck.

“Let’s go eat birthday cake!”

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Book Excerpt from Born of Greed

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I’m happy to host an excerpt today from contemporary romance novel Born of Greed. The excerpt is adult – so beware! 🙂

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Judy then closed her eyes and let the power of both her vivid imagination and two D-cell batteries, magically, mentally, transform his front door—into—her back door.

Her fantasy lover taps their covert knock ever so lightly. She opens the door and orders her private dancer, “Get your ass in here, Marine. I’ve been waiting for you.”

She then closes the door behind him and coos, “We only have time for a quickie, my Love. Dickhead Craig will be home in an hour.”

Trotter replies, “Any longer than that, and you’d probably kill me, you sex starved nympho.”

She’s wearing a see-through teddy. He eyes her sexy body up and down. She senses his tormented hunger for her. He can’t help but to utter, “God, you’re one beautiful bitch! I’m AWOL right now, but I don’t care. I couldn’t stay away. I’d face a firing squad to be with you.”

As though a model on the catwalk, she sashays to him. With the confidence of Mae West, “I knew you’d be back. You can’t resist my charms. Aching all over, aren’t you?”

He swiftly and easily pulls her to him with one arm and plants a long wet kiss on her mouth. Their tongues play hide and seek. Her knees weaken as she drops to the floor. She pulls his sweatpants off, then his speedos, while he rips off his Bulldog sweatshirt, exposing those gorgeous, rippling muscles. Still on her knees, she caresses him with her cheek.

Within seconds, she has her Marine standing at rock hard attention, ready for duty. She looks up into his big blue eyes. “I can’t wait any longer. I surrender!”

He picks her off the floor with his massive arms and sits her on the bed. She rolls on to her back, he follows. His mouth lingers on her voluptuous lips, then to her neck where he teasingly nibbles. Ever so lightly, he sprinkles kisses on her glistening breasts. His tongue weaves its way downward and circles her belly button. She clutches his head; his short hair feels like velvet in her hands as she pulls him tight to her. He buries his face in her downy mound. His tongue flutters lightly on her trigger, causing her hips to quiver. Her cute little ass raises off the satin sheets of her king size bed. “Oh…Ohh…Ohhh…” Wave after wave of intense pleasure race through her shuddering body. Each one more intense than the last, lighting a fire deep in her loins as she grinds her pelvis hard in his face.

“Now. I need to feel you deep inside of me, now. Give me that big schlong, Marine,” she orders, moaning out in a whisper.

“Yes, ma’am, you outrank me.” He gracefully slides his muscular body up and across her flat tummy as his lips search for hers. Hungrily, they kiss. Feverishly, she rakes her nails across his back as he slowly, teasingly engulfs her. She gasps while tenderly biting his lower lip. Her gasps turn to moans.

“Slam me. Hard!” she orders. “Now!”

He obeys, plunging his entire manhood into her wet pussy in one vicious thrust.

Her moans turn to quiet screams, drowning the hum of her vibrator, as he pounds away in long hard thrusts.

For the next hour, Corporal Trotter obeyed Judy’s every command; be it in the bedroom, on the kitchen table, in the shower, on the floor, or in Craig’s Lazy Boy recliner. Even in the pool. Anywhere and every way her little mind fantasized. Her Marine is a beast that never tires.

Her vibrator’s batteries were running low when she heard her husband’s car door slam. “Fuck! He’s early. Quick, my love. Out the door.”

He pulls her close for one more kiss. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes, my Love.” She sighs heavily, exhausted.

Judy heard her husband’s keys jingling at the front door. She jumped out of her easy chair, grabbed the soaking wet towel from under her huge, fat ass and ran down the hall to the bathroom. She threw the towel in the hamper, and ran to the bedroom. She tossed the dildo in her nightstand, and snuck under the blankets. Where’d an hour go?

Craig’s key turned the lock; he came in and headed straight for the refrigerator. “Oh, good, there’s salami.” The fool always talked to himself. Then she heard the distinct ‘ssshhhpop’ when he opened a can of cold Old Milwaukee beer. Twenty minutes later she heard the toilet flush, but no sounds of any hand washing.

Craig, short, fat, and balding, stood by the bed and dropped his trousers and tidy whities to the floor. He left his smelly, sweaty T-shirt on and crawled under the blankets. Then he put his face next to his wife’s ear, and whispered with his beer and salami breath, “Honey, are you awake?” She did not reply as he silently burped from the beer.

Then in a louder voice, he said, “Daddy’s home. Does my little Muffin need some sugar?”

“Huh? What? No, Dear. I’m too exhausted. I was up all night with a migraine, again. I need sleep,” she replied, wincing from the nauseating stench of his burp.

“Okay, Muffin, maybe later. Go back to sleep.” He patted her fat rump, turned his back to her, put his glasses on the nightstand, and belched long and loud before dozing off.

The later is usually much, much later. Craig’s lucky if it’s once every two months when Judy lets him have any of her ‘sugar’. She will only give in after tiring of his constant whining and begging. Then she orders the repulsive little fat man, “Here it is. Make it fast, and don’t you dare come in me.”

She tells him she likes it best from behind, just so she doesn’t have to smell his beer and salami breath. However, it’s not her short-peckered husband banging her. Oh no, it’s—her Marine, her Love, the rock solid soldier boy with the tight buns and massive schlong who obeys every command she barks out, never tiring.

Then, on the extremely rare occasions when Craig manages to last for more than two minutes, or he finally gets it right and Judy lets out a tiny whimper, he always asks in his arrogant tone, “Who’s your Daddy?”

Then, with her eyes closed, she stares into those big blue eyes, smiles to herself, and replies, “You, my Love. Only…You.”

 About Born of Greed

couple heterosexual topless with jeans detail studio shotTitle: Born of Greed

Author: J.T. Baroni

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Jack Trotter and Amber Fontana enjoy a platonic relationship; that is until one fateful evening when they dine at Jimmie’s Crab Shack, a tiny bistro lying in seclusion off the coastal highway outside of Santa Monica. An out of the way place, Jimmie’s legendary seafood is as notorious as the movie stars and gangsters who have wined and dined here since the Roaring Twenties. It is here, in the aura of secrecy where clandestine meetings amongst lovers; deceitful schemes; and revenge riddled plots, have abounded for decades, where Amber reveals her intimacy problem, and Trotter finds courage to reveal his own disturbing dilemma.

Together, Jack and Amber overcome their sexual inhibitions and learn how to love. Then the two lovers mastermind a plan to take what they feel is rightfully Amber’s…forty million dollars from her greedy twin sister who became a sensational singing diva due mainly to Amber’s writing her twin’s hit songs, for little pay and no recognition.

Born of Greed is a fascinating epic fictional biography where greed, love, and revenge collide with sex, drugs and rock and roll.

           

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