Wise Men Say (1Night Stand)
by Wendy Burke
Genre(s: Contemporary Romance, Erotic RomanceCategoryies: Holiday-Themed, Military
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: December 21, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 12,300
Blurb:
More than twenty years ago, Emmy Patterson kissed her fiancé for the last time. Despite bad news from U.S. military services, to this day she has reasons to hold on to hope he's alive and celebrates his life every chance she gets.
Her family, however, thinks her partly crazed, unable to grasp the reasoning behind her perpetual optimism.
Called on a business trip to promote her glass artwork, she spends the winter holidays in Las Vegas. Is this chance travel to the The Castillo in Vegas a coincidence, or does the wise Madame Eve know ‘some things’ were meant to be?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt:
Usually after so much time in the cold, she’d be tired but instead she tossed and turned.
Office of the Pentagon.
Why did that have to come today?
“Dammit.” Getting out of bed, she went to her closet. Dragging out a step stool, she reached for the box tucked in the furthest corner of the shelving. She got a hand on the container, and with reverence, she slipped it from its resting place. Careful, it’s almost all you have left of him.
Cross-legged on her mattress, with the linens and comforter bunched about her, she smoothed a small area and placed the box there. She slipped off its lid. Inside sat a flat, vacuum-packed plastic bag holding a near-ratty sweatshirt. The word Navy printed on the front, faded and close to illegible, the article of clothing had seen many washings.
But, yet, it hadn’t been washed in twenty years.
Removing the shirt from the bag, she placed it in her lap where she stroked the decade’s old piece of clothing. Closing her eyes, she remembered Nick’s solid biceps filling out the jersey fabric, his well-cut pectorals curving the front. Slipping a hand into the pullover’s opening, she imagined his flat, muscled tummy meeting her touch and her finger tracing a dark trek of cottony down.
She smiled, seeing his salacious grin in return, while his hand grasped hers, willing it further into his boxers.
“Where are you, Nicky?”
Stretching out, she kept the sweatshirt close to her face. It irritated her that she could barely discern his scent considering she’d taken such care to retain it.
He filled her mind. Sure, she had photo upon photo of him, of them together, but those images captured not the essence of her Nick; his kindness, loyalty, dedication to her and to his country, and of course, the physical memories. She cursed herself, reaching far back into her memory, trying to extract the sound of his voice. Would I even recognize it if I heard it?
She clutched the fleece closer, her free hand caressing low on her belly. She fantasized his specter kisses on her neck. Burying her face further into his clothing, she dug her hand under the waistband of her flannel pajama pants.
Even after so many years away, the mere thought of him aroused her; his beautiful, well-cut muscles flexing as he undressed, honed from workouts no gymrat could ever tolerate. The taste of his mouth, bright and pepperminty, his talented tongue, so insistent she swore he had the ability to suck her clit inside out. She gasped into the blue material as she slipped her finger deep between her folds, dreaming of him.
Holding back tears, she recalled the first time Nick had touched her in such a manner. After they’d dated for about a year, Nick got relocated from Virginia to California for SEAL training. Meeting up in Las Vegas proved easy, a cheap flight for both of them—her from Milwaukee and him from San Diego. In her mind, she leaned back into Nick’s broad chest as hot tub bubbles tickled her bare skin. The sunset over the Vegas Strip had been magnificent. After emptying a bottle of Moet to toast Nick’s new career path, some extensive fooling around ensued. In her memory, he lifted her from the tub, carrying her to bed. That moment, he kissed her in a way he’d never done before—and with good reason, that night, with her permission, he he’d taken her virginity.
She panted into the sweatshirt, her tissue swelling around her drenched finger. “Oh!” An electric burning sensation forced her finger from direct clitoral contact, but she forged through it, bringing herself over the edge. She cried out, her arms legs and torso trembling through her orgasm.
“I miss you, Nicky….”
She clutched the one remaining possession of her fiancé and cried herself to sleep.
Well, thanks for having me! A little about myself, huh? I'm older than most people think -- but still a big kid at heart. I pretty much write all day, I'm a TV producer and an air personality at a radio station. I'm a displaced Cheesehead -- born and bred in beautiful Sheboygan, Wisconsin (the setting for a scene in 'Wise Men Say.' ) Although now I've lived in the hometown of Cpl. Maxwell Klinger longer than I've lived in my hometown, I hold fast to the adage -- You can take the girl out of the Cheese, but not the Cheese out of the girl!
How did you get started writing?
I've been making up stories all my life -- whether playing house on the porch, getting A-rankings in Storytelling during my High School Forensic meets -- telling 'word pictures' on the air in radio, or now writing TV stories...I've just always wrote.
What was the inspiration behind Wise Men Say? How did the title come about (does it mean anything)?
The inspiration was the description of a character in a Brad Thor novel. I just loved how he described how his main character, Scot Harvath, dressed on a 'mission.' I took that and hooked him up! The title was originally 'Never Brought to Mind,' but the Auld Lang Syne reference was too vague.
Why did you decide to write a 1NS book? Why not a full length novel on its own?
I have plenty of novel-lenght material in my laptop -- the 1NS stories just seem to come easier, and it's a challenge to be concise.
Alright, the question we're all asking: what are your thoughts on who Madame Eve really is?
In my mind she's an amazing sage and wants everyone to be happy. I think there's a bit of 'supernatural' in her--she's able to find soulmates and put them back together after centuries apart (as in 'Haste Ye Back' another of my 1NS stories.) I'm appreciative of her -- without her, I'd be three pubbed stories in the hole!
So, what are you working on right now? Any releases planned, or still writing?
I just sent 'For Me' (working title) off to my beta-reader, who promptly sent it back saying, 'It's hot, but I WANT MORE.' (She is that way!) So, two more rounds of tweaking and off to the Decadent Publishing submissions maven it will go!
Thanks so much for stopping by and answering my questions!
I appreciate the invite! Thanks for reading and thanks for having me!
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