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What inspired you to write your book?
Lifelong dream 🙂
Here is a short sample from the book:
Mandy released a pent-up breath and smoothed the red skirt showing off her toned legs. “I’m too nervous to eat.”
“I don’t know, first party in a new house.” She sighed. “I just want tonight to be perfect.”
Brooke arched an eyebrow. “Oh, my God, you’re going to sleep with Ken tonight, aren’t you?”
Mandy cocked her head to one side, a deep frown leaving shadowy creases in her forehead. “No, I’m not. And his name is Ben, not Ken.”
Brooke tried stifling a laugh. “Wow, you are such a whore, Mandy.”
“If I’m a whore then what’s that make you?” Mandy looked away, her cheeks suddenly matching the shade of her hooded cape.
Brooke pursed her lips. She had first met Mandy three years ago after landing a job at Randall’s Catering and was still in awe of Mandy’s virtuous resolve to this day. But that didn’t stop Brooke from a little teasing once in awhile. “Mandy,” she said, taking her hand. “Sooner or later you’re going to have to bite the bullet and give it up. Everyone’s doing it.”
Mandy yanked her hand back and grabbed a large bag of condoms. “Maybe I should borrow your bulletproof bracelets.”
Brooke watched her fill a wicker basket with the condoms that – when unrolled – would turn a man’s stiffie into a white-sheeted ghost with black dotted eyes. “In other words you’re going to wait until you’re married.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to, but I’m telling you right here and now the biggest mistake you can make is buying a car without taking it for a test-drive first. You want a smooth ride, but not too smooth.”
Mandy bit back an impish grin and threw the empty bag away.
Brooke furrowed her brow, making her golden headpiece go crooked. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“That look just now.”
Mandy scooped a ladle full of their homemade punch into a plastic cup. “Nothing.”
“No, come on. Now, you have to tell me. You’ve made way too big a deal out of it.”
“You mean you did.” She offered the cup to Brooke, who politely declined.
“Just tell me.”
She turned to face Brooke and for a moment the issue was in doubt. “If you must know, I gave him a hand job last night.”
Brooke clapped a hand over her red corset and inhaled sharply. “Oh honey, that is wonderful news! I’m so proud of you.”
Mandy rolled her eyes and strutted away, her cape whisking through the air behind her. “You’re such a smartass. You really are your daddy’s girl.”
Brooke followed her into the living room, thigh-high boots clacking against the hardwood, magic lasso bouncing against her hip. “It’s all about baby steps, girl. Start out with a hand job and slowly work your way up to the wheelbarrow.”
Mandy stopped and turned, her face wrinkling in the soft light. “The what?”
Brooke shook her head. “Never mind, you’re not ready for that yet.”