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Dee Dawning started writing in 2004. To date he’s published over fifty titles of various lengths and genres from erotica to sweet romance and from drama to action suspense. Some say his writing is a little quirky and that’s just fine with Dee. If you’re looking for something a little different check out his scribblings. I doubt you’d be disappointed.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She looked around the lounge for Gabe and Ted and spotted them in a booth behind them, just as Ralph and Billy returned with their drinks.
After a few minutes of rah, rah for beating the first place team, Ralph finished his drink and got up to leave. “Sorry to drink and run, but I have an early day tomorrow.” He took her hand. “Jaz, you can sub for Teresa anytime.” He kissed Brenda on the cheek.
Straightening, he said, “I’ll see you next week, Bren.” Then he turned to his friend. “Ready, Billy?”
Billy stuck his hands out to the side and shrugged. “I’d like to stay and dance with y’all, but Ralph’s my ride. Thanks. It’s been fun.”
The waitress cleared their glasses. Looking them over, she asked, “Another round?”
She cringed as Miss Big Mouth said, “Heck, yes. It isn’t every day my friend here gets divorced. I had a stinger and she had a frozen margarita.”
She smiled. “Celebrating, huh?”
“I’ll see that the bartender gives you a little extra.”
When the drinks arrived, she took a sip through the straw like she usually did and stopped. She waved her hand in front of her mouth as if it burned. “Wow, she wasn’t kidding. Taste this.”
Brenda took a sip and drew back, whistled, and waved a hand in front of her mouth. “That’ll get you going. You better nurse that.”
“I know. One more of these and I’ll be under the table.”
The waitress hadn’t been gone five minutes before she returned, setting down duplicates of the drinks she’d just served. Jasmine was about to tell the waitress she’d made a mistake when she preempted her, “Compliments of the gentlemen in the booth over there. You lucky girl.” Brenda and she turned their heads in the direction the waitress had nodded, at two friendly, familiar faces. Gabe and Ted, having their attention, smiled and waved.
When they waved back, Gabe said something to Ted, scrambled out of the booth, and headed their way. He sat down between them. “We’d be honored if the two prettiest ladies in this establishment joined us.”
Jaz flashed a crooked smile and teased playfully, “So go ask them.”
Gabe’s narrowed eyes simmered with molten heat as he looked directly at her. “Oh, but I just did.”
Brenda stared at her wristwatch. “You know, Jaz, since I’m engaged, I’m tempted to leave you in Gabe and Ted’s capable hands.”
What is she saying? “You want to leave?”
“Yep, gotta go.”
Jasmine stared at Gabe. “Would you excuse us while we visit the ladies’ room?”
Gabe grabbed her arm as she rose. “I’ll be back in our booth when you come back.”
Jaz nodded, grabbed Brenda’s hand, and dragged her into the restroom. “What are you saying? You want to leave me with these…these cowboys? I thought you were going to watch my back?”
“I am. Look, you like these guys and it’s obvious they like you. I’m not blind. I can smell the fireworks waiting to erupt. And I’d only be in the way. When I’m gone, you can pick one if you want and have a fling. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate your new freedom than having a liaison with one of those handsome studs.”
Brenda laughed at the incredulous look on her face. “You have the same look my eighth grade art teacher, Miss Roberts, gave me when I suggested she have an affair with Mr. Phillips, the P.E. coach.”
She laughed loud, but nervously. “You did that?”
Brenda nodded. “Ah-huh.”
“And did she?”
“I think so. She got pregnant and they got married.”
She had trouble believing her story. “Bren, you’re something else.
She should’ve made you her maid of honor.” Then she shook her head. “This is different. I’ve never seen these men before tonight. You think I should pick one of them and sleep with him?”
“I don’t know. They’re both hot. You can’t go wrong no matter who you choose.”
“If you can’t pick, how am I supposed to decide on one?”
“Now you’re making sense. If you’re leaving, so am I.”
“Oh, no you’re not. That’s not what I meant. If you’re having trouble selecting one of them, then take both of them. Think about it. If one would be good, two would be twice as good.”
“Why not have sex with both of them. Now that would be a celebration to dream about.” She grouped the ends of her fingers together, then kissed and flicked them open Italiano style. “A ‘Tour de Force’ of celebrations!”