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Denise Daniella Darcy, or Triple D as she is affectionately called by family, friends and fans, started life as a mortician’s helper. Faced with the daily task of making the dead appear happy, she decided to switch careers and apply her talents to making the living happy instead. She achieves that through her Love & Romance novels. She writes from the heart, with a viewpoint that to grow you need to push your boundaries, and you find happiness wherever it may appear and in any shape that it comes.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Chapter 1 — Coffee and a cold shower
Seth’s fingers dug into her shoulders as he drew her under the empty bleachers by the football field. The tiny, pleated skirt of her cheerleading uniform lifted in the breeze and she tried unsuccessfully to smooth it down with one hand. The other hand was tangled in Seth’s unruly hair. She drew his face to hers and when their lips met she felt heat rising up all through her body.
She wanted him so badly.
Ever since she’d first seen him as a freshman in Mr. Jennings’s math class. She’d almost failed, because who could pay attention to Pythagorean Theorem when the boy of your dreams is sitting one seat up and one seat to the left of you?
She’d never even dreamed he felt the same way, but now his hands were drifting downward. He lifted up the little pleated skirt and found she wasn’t wearing panties underneath.
He chuckled and gave her a little spank, which stung. Then he grabbed her bottom and ground her against his hips. She could feel his erection between them and it excited her. She felt bold and wicked.
She snaked her hands under his shirt and felt the muscles of his chest. Her fingers grazed his nipples and he responded with more fierce kisses on her neck.
He unzipped her little vest with the school’s mascot on the front and exposed her bare breasts. Her nipples crinkled in the breeze. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. He squeezed it and she moaned with delight. The aching pleasure of it drove her wild.
His hungry mouth found her other nipple and he grazed it with his teeth. She shivered. “I need you,” she gasped.
She didn’t know exactly how he did it but one moment they were standing, pressed together, and the next moment he had her down on the ground. Her skirt was pushed up and she could feel the cool grass under her skin, see the sky through the bleacher seats above her.
Seth pulled off his clothes and stretched himself out on top of her. A kind of electric feeling passed between them everywhere their skin touched, especially where his cock was pressed against her mound. She lifted her hips and pressed impatiently against him. He nibbled her neck once more, and his breath made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. She pressed hard into him. “Finally…” she whispered.
Seth pulled back and looked her in the eyes. His expression was intense, his gaze fiery. Leaning forward, he pressed his soft lips against her ear and shouted “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!”
Ugh… Sam jerked upright, heart pounding. The hell? Oh. She smacked her alarm clock into silence and flopped down onto her pillow again, defensively pulling the down comforter over her head. Seth again. Why was it always him? He’d never actually even touched her, or been in a relationship with her. Or talked to her besides that one time when he needed a number 2 pencil for a test. She hadn’t even seen him since graduation. Nevertheless, he had a tendency to show up in her dreams. The kind of dreams that made her want to go back to bed. Stupid alarm.
She rolled out of bed and padded into the kitchen corner of her studio apartment to start the coffee. She’d had it since moving to Buffalo to work for Uncle Ty shortly after graduation. By now she could have found something bigger and nicer, but she was fond of the place. She wasn’t in too big of a hurry to move out of her very first apartment.
She showered while the smell of coffee filled the apartment. Her mind drifted back to her dream. If only she could have slept in just a few more minutes! Her soapy hands swept over her breasts, which were full and round, and especially sensitive this morning. One hand reached back and grabbed her butt, hard, like Seth had done in her dream. She felt a tingle starting between her legs, much warmer than the cool shower water.
The coffee timer went ping! and Sam groaned. She always slept in as late as she could, leaving her no time to dawdle, or do other things, in the morning. Uncle Ty liked to get as much work as possible done early so he could leave after lunch if he wanted to. I’m just gonna be extra cranky today, I guess. She rinsed off quickly and wrapped her hair up in a towel, filled a mug with coffee (cream and Splenda), and grabbed some clothes. Luckily, work was almost always casual. She had one suit for meetings, but most of their clients also seemed to prefer jeans and tee shirts. She had no idea where Uncle Ty found them, but it sure made work a lot nicer. She pulled on jeans with flare legs, which she knew were hopelessly out of fashion but she liked how they balanced out her figure and a black tank top and inspected herself in the mirror.
What she saw was a girl of average height and slightly heavier than she would have liked. The tank top clung to the swell of her breasts and the jeans didn’t seem to be doing anything to make her bum look smaller. Her hair was longish and brownish and her eyes, behind their emo plastic frames, were big and dark. She would kill a man to be slender, athletic, and blonde. Instead, everything about her was soft, curvy, and dark. Even her hair tumbled around her face in big fat curls. She pulled on an oversized hoodie, also black, and zipped it up. The morning would be chilly, and the office would be air conditioned. She sipped her coffee while she applied a bare minimum of makeup and pulled back her unruly hair, then headed to the office.
Chapter 2 — Uncle Ty
Morgan Advertising was a one-man firm located near Main Street downtown. Well, one-man and Sam now. Uncle Tyrone Morgan had run the place himself for basically forever, but had hired Sam after high school so she could get out of her parents’ house.
Sam’s mom and dad loved her dearly, and did not understand her at all. Being the oddballs of the family, Sam and Uncle Ty were very close.
He was also teaching her to run the business. She had started out as a general flunky and go-fer, but had been gradually accepting more and more responsibility while still having to do all her go-fer duties like making coffee, cleaning up, and getting take-out. She normally left the office feeling a little crazy, but it was also really fun to work for Uncle Ty.