Four Play
By Amalie Silver
Release Date: July 13, 2015
Synopsis
From the author of the
Internationally Bestselling Satire Word Play comes this collection of
laugh-out-loud novellas, all guaranteed to curl your toes and challenge your
morals.
Titles
include
Surrendering to Innocence
(Previously published in Forbidden Fruit, Volume II)
(Previously published in Forbidden Fruit, Volume II)
Big Balls
(Previously published in Nighttides)
(Previously published in Nighttides)
Debating Number Ten
(Previously published in Hot for Teacher)
(Previously published in Hot for Teacher)
Fair Play
(The brand new prequel novella to Word Play)
(The brand new prequel novella to Word Play)
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Excerpt
“No, no, no,” Jack cut in. “You need to get her
engine fired up. Make her panties wet. You have to be forceful, take control.
They eat up that shit.”
Martin shook his head. “No. I’m telling you, there
are only two ways to get a girl in your bed at a place like this. Shakespeare
or poetry.”
“Shakespeare?” I asked. “Don’t you think that’s a
little cheesy?”
“Not at all,” Martin replied. “Just walk up to her
and say ‘but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and
Juliet is the sun!’”
“And then add,” Jack insisted, “the sun isn’t the
only thing around here that rises.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Why was I even considering listening to them? It
seemed that the guy who was about to become a priest had the best advice.
“Shakespeare? Really?” I wasn’t comfortable with
it, but with the alcohol and one glance at the blonde that had just walked in,
I felt my inhibitions fade away. Maybe the guys knew more about this kind of
thing than me. Although judging from their track record in school, I had my
doubts. I didn’t remember the last time any of them had a girlfriend.
Fuck it.
Why not? You only live once. Why shouldn’t I have
tried to take advantage of the situation? Jack was right, as painful as it was
for me to admit. By my calculations, ninety-three percent of the women at the
bar were there for the convention. My chances of scoring one who knew something
about Shakes were pretty good.
I slammed back the rest of my drink and pulled a
wad of courage from my left nut.
I can do this.
None of the guys looked convinced. Duncan gave a
lopsided smile, Martin shoved his earbud back in his ear, and Jack sat
cross-legged, calmly folding his hands in his lap. I really hoped they wouldn’t
watch me; it was going to be hard enough as it was, let alone while I had an
audience.
I drew two deep breaths and stood. The blonde at
the bar sat alone, sipping her drink, and I took several confident strides
toward her as I tried to piece together what I was going to say.
“Hi,” I whispered.
But the music was too loud, and she couldn’t hear
me.
So I tried again.
“Hi,” I shouted, causing her to flinch and dribble
some of her drink down her chin.
Smooth, asshole.
“It’s loud in here!” I said, without as much force
that time.
She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. I
shoved my hands in my pockets and tried to remember the line I was supposed to
use.
But it wasn’t coming. We remained smiling at each
other until the moment became strange.
Then uncomfortable.
And then it verged on painful.
What was I going to say? Did we decide I was going
to introduce myself? Or was it poetry?
Shakespeare!
“But soft, what…light through yonder window
breaks,” I began, trying not to stutter.
Her eyes widened, and I knew I had her attention,
but as my palms grew clammy and my chest hollowed, I realized that the Juliet
line wouldn’t work.
Unless her name was Juliet. Which was unlikely.
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. That’s not
going to work! Dammit! I need something else! It’s too late! I have to finish
the damn quote!
I swallowed, and spat out the first thing my mind
could make sense of.
“My dick rises in the east.”
Meet
the Author
Amalie Silver resides in
Minnesota with her husband, two toddlers, and German Short-haired Pointer, Saba.
She consumes approximately three pots of coffee a day, and credits this for her
survival over the past decade.
When not completely consumed in her writing, she can be found taking road trips
to northern Minnesota, engaging in fierce Scrabble games, or reading a good
book. She’s a sucker for all romance genres, literary fiction, and
psychological fiction.
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