Miss Me?

Ok. I haven't written in a while. It's okay, I've just been a little busy. No, not with a man. I've been working some extra hours and I'm writing a new book. It's called "Fatal Mistake". This is really going to be good. Of course, anyone who's read my past work would know that I'm all about passion and revenge. Mwah-ha-ha! LOL

So you see, I haven't been avoiding you. Really! I mean it! In fact, here's a little snippet for the non-believers. :)

Ben woke up to the sound of the annoying pulsing screeches of the alarm clock that set next to his head on the bedside table. He quickly reached over and slapped his hand on the snooze button. Seven more minutes was all he needed, he thought to himself as he rolled over and pulled the comforter up around his chest. Although he lived only five minutes from work, and had to be in by eight, he always set his alarm clock for six-thirty and spent a good half hour worth of time fighting with the snooze button every seven minutes. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

 

Finally rousing from the warmth of his bed, Ben sits up and looks over at his reflection in the full length mirror that stands at the opposite end of the room from his bed. The mirror was one of his favorite pieces of bedroom furniture, besides the bed. He would often watch his reflection while having sex with one of many of the interns from his department at work, much like watching an adult video in which he was the star.

 

Although not an overly active man, he studies his physique and thinks that he looks okay for a man in his mid-thirties.  His belly bulged slightly and his hair had just started showing signs of age a couple years ago when a few white strands started popping up amongst the chestnut locks he kept cut into a modern shortened length. Ben knows he’s never had the looks that most women prefer. Standing at a height of six feet, his eyes were dark brown instead of bright blue, he had a bald spot on the crown of his head as well as a receding hairline, and had adult acne that blotched his face if he forgot to take the medication his dermatologist prescribed. But he had charm. He always knew what to say to make the women want him. And they always wanted him. It filled him with pride when he thought of how many women there had been in his bed during his three short years at Daushen Laurey. A smile crept across his face as the thought of today’s likely conquest crossed his mind, and then a yawn.  After his brief study of himself he got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. 

 

Tags: Celsi Jude Erwing, Writing, Fatal Mistake, Murder, Mystery, Book, Author