10 Things Reader's Would Be Surprised To Know About You
1. I have five dogs and five cats – all strays except one who I adopted from the pound. My boss swears that as soon as I have to put one of my pets down (due to sickness), the shelters toss another one in my path.2. I’m the youngest of seven (yes, I’m Catholic). My brothers and sisters, who I love dearly, tortured me a lot as a child. My brothers taught me to spell my name. My name is Linda Sue and they taught me that you spelled it L-E-M-O-N H-E-A-D.
3. I have never been married.
4. I constantly write stories and dialogue in my head.
5. I get up in the middle of the night to exercise. I won’t get up early to do it because I hate getting up to an alarm, but I will do it if I can go back to be.
6. I’m brutally honest with myself and try and help my family be the same way. If you can identify your faults – change them or accept them and move on.
7. I’m a member of Mensa (or I was. I stopped paying their dues).
8. I almost always go for the joke—nothing is taboo to me. If it’s funny, it’s funny.
9. I love Pepsi. I think I’m addicted to it.
10. I once had a seagull shit on me and it went straight into my soda can. If it hadn’t hit my shoulder a little and the edge of the can, I would’ve drank it (YUCK!)
Steamy Romance/Erotica
Date Published: May 2017
Sarah wants a lover, but she wants one on her terms. She doesn’t have time to date and picking a guy up at a bar is not only dangerous but it doesn’t guarantee he’ll let her act out her fantasies. Then she hears about La Petite Morte Club—a place for willing males and females to meet with rules and contracts so that all parties leave satisfied.
She signs up with the club and starts the process of finding the man who’ll be her lover for six nights. Six nights of fantasy—his and hers. Six nights of sex and then they’re done. Simple, uncomplicated and fun, but she doesn’t count on Nick’s ability to make her desire everything he has to offer and more.
Excerpt:
Sarah opened the door and walked into the room, trying to stay
balanced on these stupid heels. Men
wouldn’t find them so attractive if they had to wear them. The room was dark except for one light
highlighting a small platform. That was
for her. She stepped up onto the small
stage. The room was silent but they were
there, above her, hidden behind the one-way mirrors, watching her, deciding if
they wanted to take the next step—to eventually take her.
She
stared into the blackness of the room.
It wasn’t huge but its emptiness made it seem vast. She glanced upward, the light making her
squint and she quickly stared back into the darkness. This was arranged for them to see her. That was it.
She’d get no glimpse of them yet.
She’d seen their pictures, chosen
them but meeting them in person would
be different. A picture couldn’t tell
her their smell or the sound of their voices.
She
tugged at her dress where it hugged her hips, wishing the questions would
start, but there was only silence. She
shifted, the heels already killing her feet.
Ethan hadn’t liked them and if they weren’t going to impress, she might
as well take them off. She moved to the
back of the stage, leaned against the wall and removed her shoes. As she returned to the center of the stage a
man spoke, his voice loud and commanding almost echoing throughout the room.
“Don’t
stop there. Take off your dress.”
She
bent, placing her shoes on the floor.
That wasn’t part of the deal. She
wasn’t going to undress in front of five men, only one. Only the one she chose. She straightened. “No.”
“What?” He was surprised and not happy.
“I said
no. That’s not part of the Viewing.”
“I want
to see what I’m getting.”
She
stared up toward the windows, squinting a little. She couldn’t tell from where the voice had
come. The speaker system made it sound
as if it were coming from God himself.
“And you will if I pick you.”
Another
man laughed.
“It’s
not funny. She’s disobedient,” said the
man with the loud voice.
“Not
always. I can be obedient.” These men liked to be in control but
sometimes, so did she.
“Will
you raise your dress? Just a little,”
asked another voice.
Author Bio
Ellis O. Day grew up with her nose buried in books and now enjoys writing the kind of stories she loves to read. Romance—the steamier the better—as long as there’s love in the heart (and plot).
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