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Enchanted Daddy - Sneak Peek

6/27/2024

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Excerpt 1:   The Curse of Prince Amir
     Elias's eyes blazed with fury. "That’s exactly it, Amir. You never take me seriously. Well, tonight, you will." 
     Before Amir could react, Elias raised his hands, and the room seemed to darken. A hush fell over the guests as they turned to see what was happening. Magic crackled in the air, and Elias’s voice echoed through the hall. 
     "Prince Amir of Eldoria," Elias intoned, his voice filled with power and malice, "you have betrayed our friendship and wounded my heart. For your arrogance and lack of understanding, I curse you!" 
     There was zero time to react, and Amir knew it. Elias could see it in his eyes along with fear for what might be coming. A wave of energy surged from Elias, hitting Amir with a force that knocked him to the ground. Pain seared through his body as he felt himself shrinking, his limbs contorting. The world spun, and when it finally stopped, he found himself looking up at the towering figures of his guests from the floor. 
     Gasps and cries filled the hall as the guests realized what had happened. Amir tried to speak, but only a croak emerged. He looked down and saw that he was no longer a prince, but instead, a small, emerald-green frog. 
     Elias stood over him, his expression one of cold satisfaction. "The curse is simple, Amir. Only a kiss of true love can break it. But given your inability to recognize love or take it seriously, I doubt you will ever find it." 
     Amir’s heart pounded in his tiny chest. He tried to hop toward Elias, to plead with him, but Elias stepped back, his eyes now filled with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "Goodbye, Amir. Perhaps this will teach you the humility and understanding you so sorely lack." 
     Royal guards went to charge the sorcerer, but they never stood a chance. Elias disappeared in a cloud of black and red smoke, leaving nothing behind but air, the little green frog, and the shocked and bewildered stares of the guests.
Excerpt 2:   A Garden of Destiny
     ​Back in the Eldorian garden, Leo sat by one of his plants that was struggling to grow. He was still processing the fact that he’d been having a conversation with a frog. Then he had to process why he found that frog so damn infuriating. He caught Amir watching him intently on more than one instance and had been busted tracking the little frog’s movements himself. 
     “Please come back.” The frog’s voice was stronger and covered the distance between them much more than Leo would have guessed it could. Since it did, he responded without moving. 
     “Why should I? You are rude and arrogant, and frankly in my opinion, deserving of this curse.” 
     “I did say please.” 
     Arms crossed, Leo stared Amir down for a minute before getting up and returning to the side of the pond. He sat on the grass and extended his legs so that he and the little guy were seemingly back to back. “You will not raise your voice or speak to me in a condescending tone if you expect me to stay and listen. I do have some time and have been told I’m a pretty good listener. So, if there’s no rudeness or nonsense from you, I’ll stay.” 
     Leo couldn’t believe it, but the frog sounded sullen in his response. 
     “Fine.” 
     “Um, I don’t know…” Leo moved to get up. 
   “What I meant was, thank you for giving me another chance, Daddy.” 
    Appeased for now—and definitely intrigued about that slip of the tongue, Leo listened intently as Amir shared his story. 
  "I was cursed for my arrogance and thoughtlessness. I was transformed into this form, and I need someone to help me break the curse." 
    “Are you truly remorseful for your actions, or are you only interested in changing to break the curse?” 
    “Well, wouldn’t I be a fool to not want that? Yes, Leo, breaking the curse is at the top of my list. I don’t think that’s unreasonable.” 
    “No, I suppose it isn’t. But for the record, this is warning number one for using that tone on me.” 
    “What tone?” Amir was exasperated by Leo’s demands and high-handedness. 
    “The one with the ‘you’re an idiot’ subtext to it,” Leo said. He almost let out a little laugh but held it back after glancing at Amir.

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Cozy Carter Chat   featuring RJ Gray

7/6/2022

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Hey, RJ, thanks for joining me for today’s Cozy Carter Chat. I like to think that asking a silly question can lead to great insight, so that's what's on the docket for today.
Okay, Let’s jump right into it!

What was your greatest achievement when you were five? 
At five, I had recently been removed from home and placed into foster care. I was a very quick learner and was reading and writing within the year. My amazing counselor gave me my first journal and that is where my love for writing began. Her name was Olivia and I wish I could thank her today for her compassion for her young clients.

What ice cream best describes your leading man and why? 
Rocky road! Nick is aggressive but in an endearing way. He wants to pull all the potential and good from the people around him. He’s engaging and charismatic. He isn’t afraid of a challenge. Rocky road has several layers to it. Nick has a hard, almost grumpy shell like the nuts in rocky road but he’s also known to be super sweet and fluffy like the marshmallows that dot it. 

What smell will pull you out of your deepest sleep?
Anything burning! Whether it is a pile of leaves or a bonfire. I have a fear of house fires that shakes me to my core.

If you hadn’t become an author, what would you be right now? 
I would be a social worker. It was my job before becoming an author and I’d return to it. Working with abused and neglected children is incredibly hard and draining. Our society, unfortunately, doesn’t value the social services the way they should. Our case loads are too large and underfunded. As a mother, I had to make a decision. My job kept me away from my children and paid pennies to the hour. Writing gave me an outlet, allowed me to volunteer in the same field and be there for my children. It was a win, win and win!

As a reader, which you like to favor: Happily Ever After or Happy for now?
I love both! Although, I do prefer Happily Ever After. I like my books wrapped up in a neat, little bow. The story finished nicely where I can store it away in my heart. 

About the book

She needs a Daddy and he’s in need of a Little who can be strong enough to stand up to him.
A last-minute surge of courage enabled Substance Abuse Counselor, Veronica Wallace, to leave her fiancé, chosen by her overbearing mother, at the altar. Escaping to Colorado for a visit with her college roommate, Veronica finds home and acceptance among the citizens in the small town of Grand Ridge.

Hardened Navy SEAL veteran Nicholas, “Bull", Schmidt followed his best friend Phantom to the mountains of Colorado to set up Valhalla. Returning to his roots, Bull builds a successful Equine-assisted therapy program. When a kick from an unruly donkey reinjures his shoulder, his refusal to take pain medication sends him spiraling downward to a dark place fueled by pain and exhaustion.

When Phantom calls Veronica to help Bull manage his pain, their two worlds collide. Bull finds much more than he expected- a Little who’s been forced to hide her inner desires for far too long. A Little who stands up to him and gives him a reason to fight his way back.

But, can he be the Daddy she needs?

Please note that this DDLG book contains high steam, age play and spankings.

About the Author

RJ Gray is a USA TODAY, Amazon & International Bestselling author of Explosively Hot Romance. Writing military romance comes second nature to RJ. After serving in the military herself, she married her very own hero, an active duty Army EOD technician. In the last seventeen years, they've lived in Illinois, DC, Missouri, Alabama, Florida, Washington State, Colorado, Virginia and Hawaii. Recently, RJ moved to the great state of South Carolina with her husband, two young sons, their rescue pup, and two adopted kittens. RJ lives an active life. When not writing, her hobbies include whipping up delicious meals, capturing life's beauty with her camera and attending her children's multiple sporting events. Find out more about RJ by following her on social media or dropping her an email
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Daddy Abroad - Sneak Peek

6/23/2021

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  This quarantine was screwing with my mind. Frankly, mind-fucked was the only kind of fucking I’ve had in over three months. If someone had told me that a two-story, four-bedroom house could feel claustrophobic, I wouldn’t have believed them. I was sure as hell a believer now. I knew I’d hit the bottom of boredom when I cleaned, labeled, and put canisters in my refrigerator and my walk-in pantry. It had taken two days, but I hadn’t felt that accomplished in a month.

   Usually, the end of a school year brought me more joy than I could put into words, but it was 2020, and nothing was normal or usual anymore. When the buzz of a pandemic started swirling around, I was on what would become my last vacation. I don’t think I would’ve turned down a casual hook-up with Keith before heading to the airport if I knew then what I know now. Keith and I had no potential as a couple. I suppose we both knew it and it was why he’d ended it. It was more like losing a good friend, who offered consistent and reliable sex. It was hardly burning the room down with passion with us though. I didn’t typically have regrets, but I was at the stage in quarantine where I ceased being good-natured about the whole damn thing, and I was ultimately one hundred percent wrapped up in self-pity and regret.

   The stink of pity didn’t look or smell good on anyone though. So, I needed to get out, and I needed to get laid. Unfortunately, I was living in the Mayberry of Japan. Mayberry may have been fictional, but every time I went onto the base to pick up my mail or go to the commissary, I expected to see Barney, Opie, Andy, or Aunt Bee around every corner.

   It’s been months since I’ve been able to travel. I had no grounds for complaints though, not really. Everyone in the world was in the same position, so there’s nothing that made my situation special, nothing except my boredom, my singlehood, and my overactive libido.

   I’d been living in Japan for almost two years when the world got thrown off its axis. At the start, I kept telling myself that this would pass. Enjoy the extra time off, I told myself. Three months off early from school, and I would likely be back stateside by mid-summer. Mid-summer was about when I started climbing the walls mentally.

   My sister didn’t believe that the same dating apps that worked at home worked here in Japan. Hell, there was even a group on FetLife of locals into kink. This new website was bananas, though. Folks would capitalize off anything, including a global pandemic. I couldn’t wait until the site caught fire and there was a news story about it. I could hear the creator now. 

   “I was lonely and depressed and just wanted someone who could help me get through it all. The other sites always have folks focused on the future, but I knew I wanted something focused on right now. The idea came to me as I made myself cum. Poetic, right?”

   If I was looking for something serious, I could find it. If I was looking for a kink, I could find it. And, if I was looking to get my ass pounded into the mattress, I could find it. I constantly reminded my students that Google couldn’t be trusted for accurate information on everything, but secretly I knew I was lying to them. You could literally Google and find anything. Periodically I would send my sister snapshots of the more colorful posts and profiles just to prove I was right.

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Daddy Abroad (Rated X) - Sneak Peek

6/23/2021

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   “Don’t you want to take this to your bedroom?” He asked softly. 
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    No, that was precisely what I didn’t want. Shit. This was going off the rails fast. Dropping my legs I pulled him over to the couch. The quickest way to get him back in the mood quickly was to put my needs on pause and get him excited about the project again. As soon as he was close enough, I pushed him back until he had no choice but to sit. Climbing on top of him with my legs on either side, I glued my body to his and started grinding our cocks together as he ran his hands up and down my chest. When his hands were back on my head, and I heard the hitch in his breath, I  whispered in his ear again.


    “I’m gonna make you come so hard.” 


   My hands slid down his chest and started pushing his t-shirt up. I grazed that narrow patch of hair that disappeared into his belt and slowly got off his lap, sliding down to my knees, so I had space to work. His hands instinctively went to my shoulders and started gently coaxing me down further. Kissing, biting, and licking his abs as I worked to get his jeans open, I prayed he was as impressive behind the zipper as he felt through it. As soon as they were open, I took out his cock and eagerly kissed and licked the head. N ran his hands down both sides of my head in encouragement and relaxed back more. 


   Now, I’ve got him, I thought. As he slid down more, resting his head on the back of the couch, I worked on getting his jeans and briefs all the way down. I would get him good and ready and then ride him hard to the finish line. I’ve had everything except a dick in my ass every day this week and was more than ready to have my ass pounded rough and hard. I needed something I would feel for a while.


   “I love the way your cock tastes in my mouth,” I said, before swallowing him down in one fluid motion. The way he moaned and clutched at the sides of my head made me think the need to question me about making it to my bed was done for the night. 


   As I held on to the base and massaged him in an up and down rhythmic motion, I allowed saliva to dribble down over the head before lapping up the sides. The entire time I’d been working my pants down one leg so I could stroke myself. Finally, all of my thoughts and focus were on getting us both off. Wedging in, I pushed his legs apart more in order to get to his balls with more ease. N fucking levitated when I rolled them in my hand and ran my tongue along the slit. He literally hovered before slamming back down. Ah, that’s what I wanted, and I didn’t waste a second. Reaching over to the side table, I grabbed at the condoms I kept there just behind the lamp along with a packet of lube. 


    Ripping one open, I slid it down his shaft so quickly it didn’t even look like he registered the move. The hand that wasn’t handling him was stretching my hole and prepping my ass with lube. I was good and ready. I leaned forward and brought my teeth down on his shoulder as I guided him into my always-ready hole. He held onto my waist in an attempt to make me go slow, but slow wasn’t what I was interested in. With hands on his shoulders, I was more in control of how much, how fast, and how hard.
   His soft caresses and gentle kisses were about to anger me, but I was far gone enough just to bark out what I wanted in a breathy gasp.


   “Harder. Smack my ass. Yes. Pinch my nipples. Keep doing that. Harder.”

   I grabbed my dick with my right hand and gripped his shoulder with my left. I felt myself getting closer. Sadly, I also knew he wouldn’t get me over the last hurdle, and the way he was panting and sweating if I didn’t get there soon, he was going to be done. Luckily I was a pro at pleasuring myself and knew precisely what moves would do it for me. Using the moisture gathered at my tip mixed with my spit, I twisted and squeezed as I stroked up, grazing my slit each time. I could feel the tingling at the base of my spine. That was when I pinched my own nipple as hard as I could. Pleasure shot through me, and I closed my eyes and embraced the pain. I shot my load all over N’s chest. I rode out the wave nipping all over his upper body as that sensation continued rolling through me. I tossed my head back, letting the feeling take over. Fuck. As he pulled me closer and went in for my mouth, his thrusts became more erratic. When his body stiffened, and he let out that grunt of completion, I pulled back from his seeking lips as much as I could. 


   “Now, you see, nobody needs a bed for a good time,” I said.

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Cozy Carter Chats   featuring J.M. Dabney

9/21/2020

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Hey, J.M., thanks for joining me for today’s Author Q and A.
Okay, Let’s jump right into it!
You have written so many books and novellas up to this point. Thinking back to your very first, what inspired you to write?

 
   I’ve written all my life, since I was eight and had creative writing in school. I wrote the worst poem known to the literary world, but later won an award for stories. Yet the moment I knew I didn’t want to do anything else was when I was thirteen and I read Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. I gotten into Kesey, Kerouac, Ginsberg and the Beat Writers/Poets. I read Naked Lunch a 1950s junkie novel, the frenetic energy, the rawness and all, I said I wanted to write that.
   It resonated with my brain, it was around that time that I started dealing with Mental Illness. It made me not feel so weird and that probably makes me weird. I never anticipated writing romance, but my Body Positivity philosophy made me want to write romance for all body types, shapes and sizes. Readers seeing themselves in my books is what keeps me going, while I write my weirdness in the background.
 
I never read a story about a trans character before, at least not as a main character, what inspired you to make that choice?
 
   Transgender Men are shown in MM Romance, but what I saw of Transwomen in the romance genre were a lot of stereotypical fetishization stories. I’m not saying that’s all you can find in Trans Romance, but a good portion of it is. I wanted to write stories that put Trans Women in the starring roles where they can get those HEAs their cisgender sisters get so easily. The news and statistics show that Transwomen are vulnerable to violence. So for me, showing my Trans Sisters finding their happily ever after’s in a respectful and positive way was natural for me. It goes with my Body Positive/Diverse beliefs. Every Body is Worthy of Love and Respect.
 
Can you share briefly what your writing process is like?
   Writing for me is a part of my routine. I do forty-five minute sprints throughout the day. Sometimes writing up to ten hours a day. Strict schedules work well for me when writing and I rarely give myself a deadline only because I tend to work on several projects at once and publish whatever is finished first.
  
Do you have any advice for first time novelists?  
 
   This might be controversial advice, but right what you love and avoid the trends. I find that once you start writing to market you’re locked into that by readers. To me I believe readers can tell when you’re forcing a story you’re not feeling. Being different isn’t easy, it’s a lot of taking hits to your pride, but in the end I’d prefer to write something unique every time than write the same book on repeat. Trends come and go, what’s popular today might be totally ignored tomorrow. So, as I said, write what you love. Write your passion.
 
Ok, ok enough of all the serious stuff. What’s your favorite color?
   Blue.
 
Outside of romance, what is your favorite genre to read?
   To be honest, and I’ll probably hear the collective gasps, but I don’t read a lot of romance. I write the romance I want to read. I’m typically Urban Fantasy, Horror or Nonfiction. My weakness for political science is ridiculous.
 
If Claiming Whisper was an ice cream flavor which would it be?
   Something coffee flavored.
 
What was your proudest moment when you were 5 years old?
   I barely remember what I did yesterday much less when I was five. So I have no idea.
 
If you had a super power, what would it be?
   Not having to sleep. At this point in history, sleep should be voluntary.
 
Where would you visit that you haven’t already gone?
   There’s a ton of places I wanted to visit, but I think the one I want to see the most is Ireland.
 
What pizza topping do you hate?
   Green peppers and Onions, pizza or not, they’re not my favorite.
 
Alright now, one last question before we wrap it up. Are you working on anything that my friends and I can look forward to?
   I have so many stories in the works under J.M. Dabney and my alter ego, Siobhan Smile. I’m back in my Powers Universe, Masiello Brothers, and Yuri Sorenson Mysteries with J.M. Dabney. Siobhan has some Daddy/Mommy stories along with some Domestic Discipline stories coming. There’s so much I can’t really say what’s coming out next.
 
Thanks so much, J.M., for taking the time to answer a few of my questions! And to all of my friends out there, be sure to check back for more Author Q and A sessions in Cozy Carter Chats!
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Daddy's Blessing Excerpt #2

9/14/2020

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  Malik's POV

  As we drove to wherever he was taking me, I still had Asa on my mind. 

  “You’re thinking too loud. Tell me what happened.”
  Craig did not believe in beating around the bush. He’d been the one to hit on me first our freshmen year of college, and he’d been the one to break it off, telling me we would make much better friends. He wasn’t wrong then and when it came to facing things head-on, he’d rarely ever been. I thought, or over thought, and Craig leaped.
  “Fine. I’ll talk. But, I swear not one I told you so at least until I’m done.”
  Making a ridiculously big show of zipping his lips, my annoying best friend and ex gave me the nod to go ahead and then focused back on the road to let me get it all out.
  “The only reason I even considered stepping foot in that church or dealing with that sanctimonious blowhard Bishop Chambers was that I thought I’d get to see Asa. He would be forced to engage at least a little or be considered rude. When he wasn’t around the past two summers for youth sports, I realized how much I missed him. Look, even I know you can’t just go around hunting down folks’ contact information and asking them out. I know that’s what you would have done, but most people wouldn’t.”
  “Talk like that is gonna have me commenting.”
  “I digress. I get how unreasonable all of this sounds out loud. In my head, though, it made perfect sense. I believe in divine order and this is meant to be, trust me. I would not have spent the last eighteen months celibate without good reason. I have respected his age, his fear, and his hiding. I learned what it meant to want to pick up that daddy title. I am ready to bring myself to him. To take care of him. I worked on myself. I cleaned up my own less than stellar behavior.”
  “You mean your man-whore ways?”
  “That is not keeping it zipped.”
  “But it wasn’t I told you so either. Carry on.”
  “Look, when I came back to work youth sports the first time and he was one of the counselors I was thrilled. I thought, surely, he’s out by now. He’d been away at college for two years, but he was like a nervous cat around me. Plus, his mother was like a hovercraft. Adult or not, that woman would’ve reported me for whatever lewd act is still on the books in Tennessee and had me arrested. So, I pushed it out of my mind.”
  When Craig only looked at me without comment, I took it as a green light to proceed. It was hard to believe he either didn’t have a comment or was able to hold it.
  “Bruh, he was responding to me all summer. I thought the boy has got to be out by now. He hung out with the group sometimes. We talked about all sorts of things, scriptures, and he even shared that he was considering the ministry. Then there were the looks he gave me and the ones I caught were screaming go, go. I figured I would take him out during the last week after the camp was done and he was on board. All I did was touch his shoulder and I know he felt it too.” 
  Craig looked at me from the corner of his eye. “Shut up. I know it was there. I know what I felt.”
  “The spark. Yeah, you’ve mentioned that a few hundred times.”
  “We were good, man. I’m telling you. Even if he never came right out and said, ‘I’m gay and into you.’ He was feeling me. We were ten minutes from making an exit when his mother texted. I watched the light go out of his eyes. I don’t know what her message said, but he turtled up. The retreat was instantaneous. It wasn’t just that he rejected me or backed out of our plans. He backed out of being himself. I wanted to hug him to me and tell him it was going to be okay and that he could be honest with me and, for god’s sake, with himself.”
  “You can’t snatch somebody out of the closet.”
  “I didn’t want to snatch him out. I just wanted to take the nails out of the door. His mother and Bishop Blowhard had him boarded up tight.”
  “Maybe Bishop Blowhard needs to be blown hard. A man can get really reasonable after a powerful orgasm.”
  We pulled up to the restaurant, and I looked at Craig over the roof of his car. “And what would your plan be for his mother?”
  Craig laughed out loud. Yeah, he wouldn’t be volunteering to help with that situation. When he settled down and caught his breath, he waved for me to come around the hood of the car. “Come on. Oh, and I’m getting the bottomless mimosas.”
  “You always get them.”
  “Yeah, but today you’re buying, so I thought it was worth restating.”

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Daddy's Blessing:   Excerpt 1

8/31/2020

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  “Asa Watkins, say yes already. You know I’m going to wear you down. I always do.”

  Bess was the only person in my life who started phone conversations like we were already in the middle of them. It was like she always started without you and expected you to catch up.

  “I don’t have time, Bess. I already explained this to Mama when she called half an hour ago. Which, for the record, was a cheap stunt. The two of you do not have me figured out so easily.”

  My mouth said I didn’t have time, but I knew she was right. Bess, my best friend since the age of five, knew me like a book, and she also knew I couldn’t refuse her. We’ve done the good, the bad, and the outlandish together, and no matter my level of initial resistance, I eventually give in every time.

  “It’s a couple of nights a week for like two weeks. You already know the songs; we just have to see what spin Maurice is going to put on it.”

  “Is he really still tinkering with the arrangements on the music we’ve all done a million times? That man is the only choir director I’ve known who can’t ever leave things straight forward.”

  She knew I already turned down my mama’s request to come back and sing in Bishop Chambers’ anniversary choir. This was their way, though. Mama used guilt, and when that didn’t work, Bess would bully me and pull the best friend card. What kind of chance did I stand? 

  I was never in a hurry to return to the fire and brimstone environment that man created. Right and wrong were extremely black and white in the Bishop’s eyes, and he made sure everyone knew that his eyes and what they saw were all that mattered. I could probably get through it, but I didn’t want to. The best part about being forty-five minutes from home for college was that I could get there quickly in an emergency, but could feign exhaustion and distance when I didn’t really want to be bothered.

  “Are you listening to me?” Bess was using her ‘do not ignore me’ voice.

  “I’m here and all ears.”

  “Now, you know Bishop doesn’t work on his anniversary Sunday, so he’s bringing in a guest preacher.”

  “So? I don’t want to hear any of them spell out why I’m going to hell, either.”

  “Oh, you’ll like this one. It’s Malik Creswell.”

  Oh, my Lord. Did she say Malik Creswell? From Mercy High School? He’d been a young guidance counselor during our freshman and sophomore years, and the basketball coach.

  “Yes, that Malik, and you already know that.”

  “Did I say that out loud?”

  Bess was full belly laughing at this point. For a best friend, my discomfort often amused her greatly. 

  “Asa, I’ve been able to read your thoughts for years, and when it comes to Malik, it’s not even a fair fight.”

  Straddling the arm of my couch was getting uncomfortable, and I had too many questions. I slid off and onto the corner cushion to begin my interrogation.

  “Why would Bishop ask Malik? He’s the anti-Bishop. Modern, forward-thinking, openly gay, and I’m willing to bet he’s not saving himself for marriage.”

  “I sure hope not. When you two finally figure it out and hook up, somebody has to bring experience to the table.”

  “You act like I’m a virgin.”

  “Oh, please. Missy Holbrook does not count in this situation, or any situation. She was showing her panties to boys for a Jolly Rancher in the second grade. You started driving before any of us, so I’m not surprised she put out for a ride. And don’t get me started on Lance. That lying closet case. Talking about, he kissed you on a bet. Whatever, we are way off-topic. I will send you the rehearsal schedule. Pick out something nice to wear. You have two weeks. I love you and don’t even think about weaseling out of this, or I’ll call your mama back on you.”

  I listened to silence for a full minute before I realized she’d ended the call.

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Nessa's Trouble: Chapter 1

10/20/2019

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The Call For Help
   "Who is this? Nessa?" 

   Kim rolled away from her boyfriend bolting upright fully disturbed by the tears and panic coming through the phone line from her baby sister. Okay, so she wasn't really a baby. But, she was the youngest of the three siblings and a sixteen year old junior in high school, who by every test given was classified as more than just a little bit brilliant.

   "Ness, you really have to calm down. Honey I can hardly understand you. Daddy. What? Prison. Mrs. Sculdini. A convent. Fails. Auditors? Vanessa, stop! Dad's sending Mrs. Sculdini to prison for failing a convent audit? What the hell are you talking about? Have you and your little friends been hittin' the wacky-tabacky as Bubba would say?"

  Dale was watching his petite girlfriend go from passionate to frustrated right before his eyes. He couldn't make out a lot of the other side of the call, but he sensed, from her body language, that it wasn't good news. When he heard her stories or witnessed her dealing with either of her siblings Dale became infinitely grateful that he was an only child.

   Kim finally hung up the phone looking anything but relieved. Hopping off the bed she started looking for her shoes, keys and other stuff strewn around her boyfriend's apartment. Suddenly she couldn't think clearly. She wanted, no she needed fresh air because she needed a solution fast. From what she gathered from the sob filled conversation with her sister odds were there was a road trip in her very near future.

   "Kimberly you're making me very nervous. What is going on?"

   "Babe, I'm really sorry, but my sister needs me. She got herself into some trouble that she's going to have a hard time getting out of, on her own. I gotta go!"

   "Well, at least let me drive you. You look too upset to be behind the wheel of a car."

   "That's sweet, but then you'll need a ride back and it's just…" Kim leaned over to kiss him before darting to the door. 

   "I'll call when I get in I promise."

   The door closed behind her and he'd barely gotten his shirt buttoned or his shoes on. Clearly something was amiss in the Wright family.

   Replaying her sister's end of the conversation in her mind gave Kim something to do while she waited for Xan to call her back. She didn't know anyone who'd been in more trouble than him in her entire life. Logic dictated that he couldn't have gotten in that much trouble without figuring out at least a couple of ways to get out of it.

   Vanessa Louise Wright had really dug a ditch she couldn't get out of this time. Apparently she was a few days away from expulsion from Hilton Prep. She was flunking out not because she couldn't do the work, but because she-for reasons Kim did not understand-didn't go to class. The spiral effect had taken hold of the situation with a vice grip and was out of control. She knew passing the class wasn't going to happen, so instead she intercepted the notices that had gone home to their parents. The little brat set up a P.O. box and had all of the school mail diverted to it. She'd been forging signatures for over a month. Basically all she did was put off the inevitable thought Kim. Christmas break was coming and their dad always picked them up. Someone was bound to intercept and tell him.

   When she did finally go back to class she couldn't do enough work to pull the grade out of the toilet. Vanessa's solution was to hack into the school grading system and give herself the grades she wanted. The nefarious little computer wiz didn't stop there though, she also gave unearned and far more acceptable passing grades to nearly half the girls in her house. Finally, the icing on the cake was that the principal called for an audit of the teacher's grade books strangely enough for reasons having nothing to do with the little genius' shenanigans. There was a rumor of an illicit affair between one of the male teachers and an honor roll senior student and now the ugly truth was about to come out in torrents.

   Kim stopped folding her clothes, for the third time, picked up the phone and got ready to relay the tale from hell.

   "Hey Xan. It took you long enough to call back. If I left that many messages it must be important. No. No. No. Not that either. It has nothing to do with me actually. So, please stop guessing. Right like he'd call me first if something was going on. It’s Nessa, Sherlock. This time plenty. She's gonna get kicked out of school if we don't come up with a way to fix this. Didn't you listen to the messages. Yes, they had to be. I wanted you to call with the solution not asking me what happened! Can you just drive down here? Xan, you know I wouldn't ask, but we need you. Okay, I'll see you in the morning."

   These were the times that having an older brother didn't completely suck. Alexander was calm in a crisis. He wouldn't think up every horrible scenario. More importantly he would do everything in his power to see no one got into any unnecessary trouble.

   Nothing else could be done until the morning, so Kim got ready for bed then settled down to call Dale. She was going to make an attempt at telling the tale for the second time that night more coherently then she had the first time around.
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