Today she has a new story out. I think you will like it.
The Body Double
Blurb:
At eighteen
Delilah James found her soulmate in Robby Graham, but her ambitions took her
from him. Coming home to White Springs,
Tennessee after a five year stint
as a body double in Hollywood
can really break a girl down. Will she be able to fight her unfulfilled dreams
of stardom and reconnect with an incomparable love?
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To Find Me:
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Excerpt:
Delilah
spent the first hour of her plane ride home reading, and trying to get the guy
sitting next to her to stop staring at her breasts. His unwelcome attention
increased with each sip of his gin. God she hated flying coach.
“You
a starlet?” he asked. He was a smarmy fellow with a long nose and brown goatee.
When he stood to go to the bathroom, he grinned. If he was trying to appear
charming, he failed miserably. “Wanna join the mile high club, beautiful?”
“There
isn’t enough booze in the world,” she retorted, before requesting another seat
from a sympathetic male flight attendant.
The
young man in the blue uniform pants and crisp white shirt bent over her seat,
his cologne as soft and sweet as he was. “I’m sorry we don’t have any seats
available,” he whispered, his tone one that had her feeling like she was part
of a conspiracy. She leaned toward him, her interest in the inflight drama a
nice diversion from the mundane, trying to get in her pants passenger that now
ambled down the narrow aisle toward them. “Not even in first class,” the
attendant went on to explain “Some bigwig from Nashville booked the whole place
for just himself,” he explained. “Sorry.”
“He’s
just such a pest,” she said, pointing an accusatory thumb toward the weasel.
“Do you think anyone would change seats with me?”
The
flight attendant set his dark eyes upon the scoundrel who stared at Delilah
like a starved beast.
“Just
one sec, okay?” he replied, his frown the only proof of annoyance on his
otherwise sweetly neutral features.
She
nodded and watched as he walked toward the curtain that separated the wealthy
bigwig from the great unwashed.
“You
should have come in there with me,” the wolf in used car salesmen’s clothing
whispered. Shit, even his voice was oily.
“Who
talks to a stranger like that?” she asked. “Are you writing a porno
screenplay?”
The
man offered a lopsided grin. “What?”
“Your
dialogue needs work and you act as if any woman in her right mind would go into
a bathroom with you.”
The
smirk slid from his face and in its place malice seemed to reign. “I know who
you are, Delilah James. Don’t act all high and mighty. Everyone on this plane
has seen your gorgeous ass at least once.”
She
set her hand to her chest, and her heart thundered against her now sweaty palm.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You
heard me. I know who you are and I don’t feel at all like we’re strangers.”
The
physical reaction to his statement felt like a punch in the abdomen. “I don’t
know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar,
liar, pants on fire. I bet you have a little, itty bitty dimple on your…”
“That’s
enough,” Delilah stated, her words loud enough to disturb the surrounding
passengers. On unsteady legs, she scrambled from her seat. “You need to leave
me alone.”
The
elderly woman in the aisle across from her leaned forward and looked up with
pity before turning a wrath filled glare in the man’s direction. Her matronly
ire seemed to cool his demeanor.
“Take
it easy, honey,” he replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Just sit down and
don’t make a scene.”
“I
don’t know you, I don’t answer to you…” she turned to a burly man three rows
back. He had headphones on, but watched the spectacle with keen interest. She
approached him and when he tugged at the earpiece, he smiled up at her. “What’s
going on?”
“Will
you trade seats with me?” She hated the desperate tone that accompanied her
words.
“I
suppose…”
At
the touch of a hand on her arm, Delilah turned, her fist poised to strike. She
felt every bit the caged beast.
“It’s
me!” the flight attendant said, his dark eyes squinting, his arms raised in
defense of his elfish face. “The guy in first class says you can come in with
him if you’re quiet.”
She
lowered her hands and clutched at the collar of her blouse. “I’m so sorry.”
Relief flooded through her and she offered a smile. “Thank you.”
* * *
*
Stepping
into first class was like entering a different world. The seats were large,
plush, and clean. The lighting was softer, the air cool and comfortable. She
set her carry-on next to the seat closest to the curtain and walked up the
aisle toward her savior. He sat with papers on the chairs at either side of him
and his laptop on the small table before him. Long, slender fingers moved with
purpose over the keyboard. Hmm, no
wedding ring. She cleared her throat.
“I’m
sorry to disturb you,” she whispered. “I want to thank you for letting me come
up here.”
Slamming
the monitor down, he turned to face her. His irritated expression softened when
his gaze came to rest on her face.
“Oh
my God,” he said, his slight Southern drawl a welcome sound to her ears.
“Delilah?”
“Robby?”
She laughed, electricity shooting through her. The sight of him was better than
any drug, uplifting her and bringing giddiness to her stomach. He hadn’t
changed in the five years since their last meeting.
“You
look great,” she said, her eyes soaking in the beauty of him. His green eyes
sparkled, his dark curly hair was shiny, his face tan and handsome. He licked
his lips and pushed the table away. Standing, he pulled her into a warm
embrace.
Oh, but he has changed, she
noted. His arms were stronger, his chest broader, and was it possible that he
had grown taller?
Releasing
her from his hold, his gaze searched her face. “How have you been?”
“Fine.
Still waiting for my big break.”
He
directed her to an empty chair and sat down. “I want to hear all about it.”
Looking
at him, her mind wandered back to the last time they had been together. They
had spent the night before he left for college making love and plans. He had
asked her to marry him and she had put him off. Still, he left believing in a
future she could not see herself in.
She
took a deep breath and lowered herself into the seat next to him.
“You
know, I’m in touch with your folks,” he informed her. “They told me about some
of the films you’re in.”
“Really?”
She had assumed they would be too embarrassed to tell anyone what she did for a
living.
“Yes,”
he said, his lips turning into a grin. Looking at those lips, she recalled the
pleasure they were capable of giving. In high school, he had used his mouth for
so much more than speech. “I went and saw Simmer
last year. Couldn’t find you till I saw your dimple.”
“I
don’t have a dimple.” She touched her cheek
Laughing,
he took her hand. “Wrong cheek, baby.”
“I
don’t have a dimple there,” she protested. Did she? She never watched her own
movies, unlike her parents; she was embarrassed by what she did for a living.
It was a sellout move and she knew it the first time she did it. And yet she’d
done it over and over and after she returned to L.A. she’d sell out again. Bit
by bit she’d offer herself up until there was nothing left.
“Yes,
ma’am, you do. The most adorable dimple.”
“Stop
Robby.” She slapped at him in mock rage hoping she was a good enough actress to
cover up the pain his observation caused. If it hurt when a stranger did it, it
was debilitating coming from someone who once meant everything to her.
The
mischief that reflected in his eyes diminished, and was replaced with what she
could only describe as pure… awe. “Dee, I can’t believe this.”
“I
can’t either.” She set a hand atop his muscular chest and gazed up at him. He
pushed her back and caressed her cheek before lowering his face and taking her
lips. Reason fled as his tongue entered her mouth. He tasted of champagne and
cinnamon. He ran his hands up and down her back. Pulling her up to standing, he
cupped her backside and squeezed, holding her close. So close, she could feel
his excitement pushing against her through his slacks. He took her hand and
placed it on his swollen cock. “Look what you do to me,” he whispered.
His
hot breath brought forth chills of desire and wetness soaked her panties. She
moaned when he unbuttoned her blouse. His gaze devoured her now bare flesh
leaving her weak with its intensity.
Rising
on her toes, she sought out his lips, his mouth opening as their tongues played
upon one another. Her mouth traveled down the length of his neck and she began
to unbutton his shirt. Running her fingers through the thick mat of dark hair
on his chest, she lowered her hand and began to unfasten his belt.
Thank you so much for having me on your
blog. I appreciate it very much.
Hugs,
Harris.
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