Saturday Spice – Macy’s Awakening

by Pepper on June 1, 2013

MacysAwakening_SmallHi Friends! Happy Saturday. I’ve been working like crazy lately to finish Amber’s Fantasy, an interracial menage story I started well over two years ago. I’m thrilled to say I finished it this week and it is now in the hands of my critique partners for a read through. Monday it goes to Beachwalk Press where it has a tentative home, pending submission of the full manuscript. Fingers crossed they like it!

I started writing IR stories in 2011. Today’s Saturday Spice is from my first one, Macy’s Awakening, which was an Amazon and ARe bestseller in the erotic category following its release in October 2011. It’s a May-December story, one of my favorite themes to explore. I hope you like this spicy excerpt. If you’d like to read more, the buy links are at the end of the post. Thanks for stopping in and have a great week!

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 Macy wiped the juice from her chin with the scratchy paper napkin and gave a deep sigh of satisfaction. “So much better than jail food!”

He threw his head back and laughed. Her gaze was drawn to the sound. For the first time, he seemed like a real, warm-blooded man, not the uptight suit who’d showed up at the jail earlier to rescue her. They were sitting across from one another in a high-backed booth in the hot, crowded burger joint. The vinyl seat kept sticking to her thighs. She wished she’d had time to change out of the shorts and skimpy top they’d given her back at the jail, but it was her father who’d checked her out of the motel and packed up her belongings. It was good that Joe’s Burgers was strictly casual.

If anything, Jerrod Preston was the one who looked out of place. He’d left his suit coat and tie in the car, and opened the top two buttons of his white dress shirt. But even with the sleeves rolled part way up he was overdressed.

Not that he wasn’t great looking. Macy studied him covertly when his attention was on his food. For an older guy he was pretty hot. Almost movie-star hot, with his longish hair, straight nose and masculine jaw. Oh, and the little threads of silver above his ears.

And those intense, sea-blue eyes that seemed to look right through her.

Speaking of which, he was watching her again. She shifted in her seat and looked out the window, pretending to check out the cars in the parking lot. She didn’t really mind the feel of his gaze roving over her. It didn’t seem at all disrespectful, like the way some guys looked at her.

From the minute he had walked into the police station, she’d been drawn to him. She liked that he was tall, and broad across the chest and shoulders. He really looked the part of someone who could help her get out of this mess. She tried to picture what it might be like to sit in a jury box and hear him declare that she was innocent. He would be convincing, she was sure of it, just because of the way he carried himself and the deep, commanding tone of his voice. Not that she really knew what a courtroom was like, other than what she’d seen on TV.

She knew that Mr. Preston and her dad had gone to college together, but it was hard to picture them as friends. Her dad owned a construction company. In her home town of Medford, Oregon, population 75,000, he was a big fish in a small pond. But even though they were pretty well off, he didn’t have the polished air of confidence and class that Mr. Preston exuded.

He leaned his elbows on the table, staring at her thoughtfully.

“So you just turned nineteen,” he said, steepling his fingers. “You go to college?”

“I’ll be a sophomore at Southern Oregon University.”

“Good school.”

“I like it.”

“How are your grades?”

“Excuse me?” A hot spark of irritation flared up inside her. Now he sounded just like Dad, the way he was always checking up on her. Maybe they were more alike than she’d thought.

“I need to know about your character, Macy. That’s all. The prosecutor and the jury will want to know too. Who are you? A serious student—or a party girl?”

She sucked in her breath. She must be imagining the suggestive tone in his voice. A strange little flutter happened in her belly.

His eyes held hers relentlessly, waiting for her answer. Heat crawled up her neck into her cheeks. She swallowed hard.

“I’m a B-plus student.”

“Good girl.” He smiled, and any hint of sexual innuendo was gone. He was just her attorney, simply gathering information. That was all. She burned with embarrassment at the improper direction her thoughts had taken. It was good he couldn’t see inside her head.

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I think you’ll be surprised at the direction Macy’s thoughts take as the story unfolds! Poor Jerrod Preston doesn’t stand a chance!

If you’d like to read more, you can buy it on Amazon here or Barnes and Noble here.  I’d appreciate it!

Thanks again for reading. See you next Saturday!

~ Pepper
“Let’s read something spicy!”




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