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Scott had met Lana some twenty years ago. He
could remember it like it was yesterday. At the age of thirty, he'd
considered himself a confirmed bachelor then. Sure he'd liked his
fun, but there hadn't been one woman he'd been interested in keeping
longer than a weekend. From his perspective, most women were looking
for something, whether it was a caretaker, a sugar daddy, a father
figure, or whatever. He'd had no interest in a needy woman. He'd
wanted a strong, self reliant woman, but back then, he hadn't been
able to locate one. Until…
He was on his way home late one evening and
decided to stop into a local sports club for a beer. He'd been to
this place a few times, and while it was nothing spectacular, the
hot wings were good and so was the beer. Plus it gave him a chance
to check out the ballgame scores without a lot of hassle. Scott
stepped inside the misty fog of cigarette smoke, his eyes adjusting
slowly to the dim lighting. Picking out a small table in the corner,
he settled in and waited for the waitress. He focused on the
television on the wall in front of him, not noticing when the
waitress stepped to his table.
"Uh-umm," she said, clearing
her throat to alert him of her presence.
"Oh, sorry," he
mumbled, dragging his eyes away from the screen and down to the menu
in front of him. He knew he wanted the wings, but habit forced him
to look over the menu first. When he glanced up, his mouth dropped
open, and he stared at the woman before him.
"You ok?" she
asked with a slight grin.
He felt the blush creep up his
neck and into his face. He hadn't meant to stare, but she was
gorgeous. "Umm, yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't see you come up is
all."
"Ok, great. I'm Lana, and I'll be your waitress
tonight. What can I get ya"
How ‘bout a side of you?
After a bit of stammering, he managed to place his order.
"That be all?" she asked.
"Yeah," he muttered, "for
now." He avoided eye contact, waiting till she turned away to cast
another appreciative glance at her retreating form.
Lana had
to be the sexiest woman he'd seen in a while. Her body was round and
curvy, just the way he liked a woman. Those stick thin women weren't
his cup of tea. He always worried he'd hurt or break them if things
got real intense. And he definitely loved getting intense.
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Reviews
Lacey from
Romance Junkies says:
"MORNING RIDE is a fast-paced tale of a couple finding passion
after twenty years together. Lana and Scott’s chemistry sparkles
on the pages as they spend one lazy morning rekindling their
love for one another. Rene Walden’s voice is unique and shines
throughout the pages, leaving you breathless from the beginning
to the end of this highly erotic tale." Read
the full review
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