The Green Room Chronicles, #2
By
JD Frettier
Genre: Spicy Romantic Comedy
Linda White is
on a mission to sic Karma on her cheating, ex-husband Grey in this laugh out
loud second installment of the erotically incorrect Green Room Chronicles.
After being
blindsided with infidelity and financial devastation, recently widowed Linda
has sworn off men forever. Nearing middle age, her dream of retiring early from
the airlines is no longer within reach, so, she retreats into the world of
battery operated boyfriends to deal with the stress. When the one purchase
Linda counts on for a long haul flight to Paris backfires, she passes away
suddenly… from a conniption fit, of all things!
Linda lands in
the infamous Green Room where she’s met by veteran Green Roomers, Dee Smeltzer
and Bonnie Hampton. Always up for stirring the pot and having a good time, they
introduce Linda to the finer aspects of the Green Room and Edwina Starr, the
renowned sorceress who has a few Karmatic spells up her sleeve. Let’s just say,
‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’
Join Linda, Dee,
Bonnie, and a few familiar Green Room faces—old and new—for a frolicking green
time that will leave you in stitches as Karma comes full circle.
It’s Halloween
and I’m packing for Paris. Before getting all excited for me, let me explain.
Yes, it is Paris, but I’m a flight attendant and this is my job. The trip is
not for pleasure, but the contents in the package I’m waiting for will insure
my trip is full of pleasure anyway. The kind of pleasure that doesn’t cheat on
you, doesn’t break your heart, and doesn’t leave you wallowing in debt. More
about that later…
The grandfather
clock in the den rings its familiar Big Ben chime. It’s straight up twelve
noon. At the same time, the ding dong of the doorbell sounds and I rush to
answer it. Left eye closed, I squint and peer through the peephole. My heart
skips a beat at the sight of the younger-than-me UPS dude on the other side of
the door. Tanned and muscular, he looks damn hot in those dark brown shorts.
Tucked under his arm is a little brown package. He’s writing on his clipboard
while I watch with excitement. When I don’t open the door, he grabs the knocker
and gives it three loud repetitive raps which startle me into action. He’s
pleasant when I answer.
“Afternoon,
ma’am. I have a package for a…” he glances at his board, “…Linda White. It
needs a signature.”
My cheeks
splitting from my huge smile, I gush, “I’m Linda White.”
He extends the
clipboard and smiles back. “All righty, then. Sign on the dotted line, Ms.
White, and this baby is all yours.”
In a flash my
signature is scribbled on the document. Heart beating in anticipation now that
this little beauty is in my possession, my foot closes the door while I’m
thinking, Honey, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Back
braced against the door, I take a deep breath. Ordered weeks ago, I am dying to
meet my new travel companion, BOB.
After dashing to
the kitchen, I slice open the top of the package with a paring knife. My G-Spot
stimulator is calling to me! I’ve timed this purchase, and was assured delivery
would be made before five p.m. today. I’d even been tracking the package online
all week in my anticipation. This was going to be a long haul flight, and I
wasn’t looking forward to tackling it without some kind of relief.
The small box
packed inside bubble wrap has the item color checked as ‘black’. I’d ordered
hot pink, so I grab my glasses to read the label closer. My blood pressure
rises when I see that what I’ve received is not my G-spot stimulator,
“guaranteed to make you squirt with pleasure,” but, rather, a butt plug.
Free May 23 &Amp; 24
The year is 1969.
Though there is war and unrest in the world, on August 15th, on a farm in
upstate New York, a little concert will go down in history as the most famous
music festival of our time: Woodstock.
It also happens to
be the day Bonnie McMillan and Peter Hampton meet and begin their free-spirited
love-filled journey with each other. What happens at Woodstock stays at
Woodstock, right? Nope!
Fast forward
forty-seven years. Bonnie unexpectedly passes after a night of hot sex and is
whisked up to Purgatory, ‘The Green Room’ as they call it. Bonnie’s best friend
meets her at the pearly green gates and the fun begins, from body sculpting to
channeling.
Follow Bonnie on
her erotically incorrect quest to re-connect with the love of her life. Or at the
very least, make sure the sex toys are hidden before the kids start sorting
through her things!
JD Frettier is
the nom de plume of USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot. Being a
child of the 1960s and Woodstock era, she was elated when a quirky couple spoke
to her, requesting their love story be told. It was an offer she couldn’t
refuse, so she decided to venture into the world of paranormal via 'channeling'
with her debut novella, Desperately Seeking Sixty-Nine. JD’s laptop and mind
are now open to new characters. She’s already interviewed and selected one for
the next installment of her Green Room Chronicles....so stay tuned!
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