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Thursday, 14 April 2016

#A-Z Challenge [2016]

Look, there must be some sort of explanation, Mari.” Jess seemed to be sobering up fast.
“Yes, he’s a fraud. A gigolo. A bastard. Well he can forget dinner next week. If he ever intended to call.”
Just then, Richard hooked his arm around the shoulder of the girl from the selfie, who was definitely half his age, and kissed her cheek before hailing a taxi. One stopped immediately and the pair of them hopped in after sharing a joke.
“Maybe I’m an experiment,” Marianne said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I told you he writes a lifestyle column. Maybe he’s writing one called, ‘How to Get Your Cake and Eat it Too’. Well whatever, dude.”
“’Whatever dude?’” Jess pulled a face and watched her sister grab the bottle of wine and top their glasses to the brim. The waiter came back with another bottle and a plate of chunky chips. Jess smiled and thanked him.
The DJ cranked up a loud tune while Marianne sat and glugged down at least a third of her glass of wine. She grabbed a chip.
“Let’s dance!” She had to raise her voice. She shoved a hot chip in her mouth and immediately spat it out. “Shit – that’s hot.”
“Well duh,” Jess scoffed. Marianne grabbed her sister’s arm and pulled her to the space beside the DJ and began dancing for all she was worth.


  1. Dancing makes everything better!

  2. This is the part of romance novels that always frustrate me. Why does the lady love lead always jump to conclusions? Especially for a kiss on the cheek. I think someone's projecting her insecurity! =O

    Of course, this is also the part that keeps me reading because I want to see her realize what a doofus she's being and see the sparks fly.

    ~Ninja Minion Patricia Lynne aka Patricia Josephine~
    Story Dam
    Patricia Lynne, Indie Author

  3. Repeating my last comment. Sigh!


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