About the author:
Marina Blue is a small town girl who turned into a big city pro, only to return to the small town she left. While chocolate and red wine are some of her favorite things, her number one passion is reading romance and adventure novels. She’s a fan of muscular, sexy men and spicy, curvy women like herself, and these are the characters she writes about with her two faithful sidekicks, Muffin the cat, and Boosa the dog.
What inspired you to write your book?
Moving near the beach, surviving a hurricane, and reconnecting with a very special friend from my past (all in the same month).
Here is a short sample from the book:
Melody gently laid her beautiful hands on William’s delicious meat. With a perfect stroke, she moved them back and forth. Back. And forth. Then slowly, and with definite focus, she grabbed a bottle of oil, and poured a viscous stream into her palm. The liquid slipped between her already wet fingers, and she continued to move her hands. Reaching over, she pinched some coarse sea salt, and sprinkled it evenly.
Looking down at the rib eye, Melody smiled. Perfectly seasoned…
But before she could start cooking in earnest, she gave the dining room a quick glance. The red wine was breathing, the table was set with Swiss watch precision, and William’s favorite songs were prepared to play on their entertainment system.
Everything was perfect.
Even her. Underneath her red dress was a black bustier hot enough to sear the waiting steak, and a pair of stockings that would make a mute man scream in joyous rapture. The plan was to surprise her husband with a fabulous anniversary dinner, and drink a great bottle of wine, then rut like stoats upstairs. None of which should be a problem, especially the surprise. Their actual anniversary was on the following Saturday, and Melody was supposed to be out of town until the next morning.
So like she thought, it was going to be perfect.
Then the sound of their garage door roused her from her thoughts.
Damn it. Melody looked at her watch. Seven thirty… William’s home early!
Melody ran to the light switch, but on the way she passed by a full-length mirror, and she checked herself one last time. Her thick, brown hair was done up just right, allowing a slim tendril to curl down the side of her face, and the red dress fit well enough. But still, she fretted. The figure she’d had at twenty-five was no longer the same, even though she was still curvy.
So, with everything ready, she killed the kitchen and dining room lights, and froze.
Seconds passed. She was breathing deeply. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. She was so excited!
And then finally, the door opened, and she heard William say, “Come on, let’s get to it.”
“Why?” a woman said. “We’ve got all night, it’s not like she’s home.”
“Not until tomorrow. But every second I’m not inside you is one I wish I was.”
Melody’s quick beating heart stopped. She turned her head slightly, unsure of what she’d just heard.
The mystery woman said, “Well then, if you’re that hungry we’ll have to get right to it.”
Then the door slammed. There was some fumbling. And the two of them rushed into the living room.
Melody crept along the wall of the dining room, and peeked around the corner.
William was in one of his tailored, gray suits, and all five and a half feet of him was wrapped around a woman who couldn’t have been over twenty-three. She looked like a sundae, topped with a dollop of whipped cream blond hair, and wore a tight, white dress, over a perky body.
Melody nearly broke her teeth grinding them together. It was Kendra. William’s paralegal!
The two tumbled onto the couch, with William landing on top of his employee. “My God,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Kendra ran her fingers through his thinning hair. “Me too, Billy.” She undid his tie and threw it on the floor. “During that meeting I wanted to pull out your cock and-”
“What the hell’s going on?” Melody was standing in the doorway to the dining room, staring down at the two.
The lovers froze, with their eyes full of shock. William was the one who broke the silence. “Melody, what’re you doing here?”
Melody stared at him with a viper’s gaze. “Surprising you, apparently.”
The two cheaters disentangled, and staggered to their feet.
Kendra straightened her white dress as William said, “Melody, I can explain. This isn’t-”
“Say ‘what it looks like’ and I’ll jam an oyster fork in your eye,” Melody said.
William deflated in front of her. “Yeah. Right. Good point.”
Kendra looked shocked. “Mrs. Brooding, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Slut,” Melody said. “Get the hell out of my house!”
“Yours?” Kendra sneered, and put both hands on her hips. “This is his house.”
“What?” Melody lunged at the girl.
But William stepped between the two women, and caught Melody. Holding her tight in his arms, he yelled, “Calm down!”
“Calm down?” Melody fought against his grip, and clawed at Kendra. “I’ll show you calm!”
As the melee raged, Kendra bolted down the hallway, through the front door, and cried, “I’ll call you later!” before slamming it on her way out.
Melody ripped free from William’s grasp and took a few steps away from him. “You unimaginable asshole!”
“I know. I’m sorry. Listen-”
“Screw you and screw sorry, how could you do this to me?”
He put his hands up. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
“Well?” Melody said. “Explain yourself.”
The practiced veneer of a financial lawyer slipped away as William’s body went slack. “We’ve been growing apart for years. When’s the last time we laughed? The last time we did anything fun? And frankly, it’s not like you still look the same. I mean, come on…”
A murderous rage blossomed in Melody’s heart. “Who are you to complain? If there was any lack of effort in keeping this relationship fresh, it’s all on that side of the room!”
William thought about her words. All he did was shrug. “At this point, does it even matter?”
Melody could’ve handled him yelling. Or insulting her. But that indifference… It stopped her cold. So instead of parceling out more anger she took a deep breath, and asked, “Do you love her?”
In the face of her honest question, her upright stance, William could do nothing but answer honestly. “No. But I don’t love you anymore, either. There, are you happy?”
“Happy? Why would I be happy?” Melody said. “I haven’t been truly happy in years.” She turned and took the stairs up as fast as her heels allowed. When she arrived on the top floor she screamed, “And you can get the hell out and sleep with your whore tonight!” Then she walked into her bedroom, closed the door, and dropped to her knees.
Between Melody’s sobs, the door downstairs closed, and her husband of fifteen years was gone.