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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the Linky Links link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read\/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\n
Everyone has been affected by the COVID-19 virus, and small businesses are in the thick of it. It’s not bad enough that businesses have been shut down, but the open-close, open-close circle many have gone through in various states has made the situation even harder. Barstool Sports’ David Portnoy is a small business owner himself and has been as affected as any other business. But he hasn’t stood around scratching his head and wondering what to do, he’s taken action by raising money to distribute to others who really need help to stay afloat. I like someone who takes charge, and this month I am supporting his cause. Please comment on this blog post to help me make a generous contribution to the Barstool Sports Fund<\/a>!<\/p>\n Today I’m highlighting my book Baer and the Three Goldilocks<\/strong><\/em>. Susan Baer is a small business owner who has worked hard to make her life’s work a success. She doesn’t own a bar or restaurant, but she owns a fitness center and that’s in the ballpark of businesses Dave might help if Susan were caught in the COVID trap of destruction.<\/p>\n Buy link: Excerpt: He grasped her shoulders to steady her. She stepped back and he dropped his hands.<\/p>\n \u201cOh! Sorry! I didn\u2019t mean to blow through like a tornado.\u201d Taking a deeper breath, she smoothed the French twist she\u2019d pulled her hair into that morning, then did the same to her skirt. She hoped she didn\u2019t look as flustered as she felt. Gesturing to the guest chair, she said, \u201cSit. Tell me what\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n Duncan looked at her for a few long seconds before laying her phone messages on the desk. \u201cDid you have a good lunch?\u201d It was quietly said, and with little inflection. So why did she get the impression he meant more than his words\u2019 literal meaning?<\/p>\n \u201cIt was fine, thanks. We drove down towards Williamsburg. How was yours?\u201d Absently, she shuffled through the call slips. Nothing important jumped out at her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was good. The girls and I talked about you.\u201d<\/p>\n Her head snapped up. \u201cMe? What about me?\u201d<\/p>\n He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. \u201cCuriosity.\u201d Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward slightly. \u201cWhy you\u2019d want to go out with that jerk, mostly.\u201d He paused, and when she didn\u2019t respond he leaned back. \u201cWe talked out of concern, not idle gossip. You know he\u2019s made a pass at most everyone who works here.\u201d His mouth hitched into a smile. \u201cExcept me, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n That caused her to return his smile. \u201cNo, Toby has been pretty clear on that score.\u201d<\/p>\n Duncan held out his hand, casually examining his nails. \u201cYou know, it\u2019s been my experience that men who protest as much as he does sometimes have something to hide. Do you know for certain that he\u2019s not more on my team than yours?\u201d<\/p>\n She laughed. \u201cPretty sure.\u201d<\/p>\n He put his hand down and looked intently at her. \u201cBut not certain?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy does it matter to you?\u201d She left a hint of a smile on her face. Was he fishing to find out if she and Toby had had sex? Her heart fluttered a little at the possibility that he wondered.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I care for you. I\u2019m your friend and I hate to see you waste yourself on someone like him. Why do you see him, Susan?\u201d<\/p>\n Friends. Oh.<\/em> She said nothing. The reasons she dated Toby were rooted so far in the past she wasn\u2019t sure she could explain them in a few quick sentences. And she certainly didn\u2019t want to explain them to Duncan. Her feelings for him were too complicated as it was without adding Toby into the mix.<\/p>\n \u201cSusan, why?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cToby and I have known each other a long time. You see him at his worst. He does<\/em> have good qualities.\u201d<\/p>\n If Duncan had worn glasses, he\u2019d have been staring over them in abject denial, giving her a \u201cYeah, right\u201d look.<\/p>\n She shrugged in acknowledgement. \u201cI know it might not be obvious, but he does. My relationship with Toby is a long story, and one that\u2019s none of your business, Duncan.\u201d<\/p>\n As though a mask dropped over his face, his expression became impassive. He pushed out of the chair. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019m not going to apologize for worrying about you, though. Meetings are scheduled in Lexington for all day Monday, and our reservations are confirmed for Sunday and Monday nights.\u201d He pointed to the call slips on her desk. \u201cIt\u2019s been quiet and that\u2019s all you have to take care of.\u201d<\/p>\n He stopped on his way out the door when she called his name.<\/p>\n \u201cI appreciate the worry, but it\u2019s all right, really.\u201d<\/p>\n Shrugging, he exited, closing the door behind him.<\/p>\n Which left her alone to wonder to herself<\/em> why she went out with Toby Williams. It was more, she hoped, than proving to Toby that she was different from the overweight girl who\u2019d had a crush on him for three years of high school. She was certain that was how it had started.<\/p>\n \u201cThe question is, how did it get to where it is now?\u201d Propping her head in her hands, she considered her situation.<\/p>\n Quite by accident, she\u2019d met Toby about four weeks ago at a business function. She\u2019d scanned the crowd and noticed a distinctive looking, tall tow-head with light blue eyes. Those eyes had met hers across the room and she\u2019d known without doubt who he was, even after sixteen years. By the questioning look he\u2019d given her, she guessed he was confused\u2014as though she was someone he should<\/em> know, but couldn\u2019t place. That made her smile. And her smile practically guaranteed that he would make his way to her. Which he had, in short order.<\/p>\n In the four weeks since, they\u2019d seen each other only five or six times. It had started well but reflecting on it now, she realized his attitude had worsened with each meeting. While his hands and lips had grown bolder, so had his words. Not in blatant verbal attacks but in snipes and subtle hints regarding her dress, her work, her opinions. None was very noticeable individually. But taken together, as she thought of them now, each abusive comment had worked to make her revert from who she was now, to acting like the shy, embarrassed girl she had been years ago. Wanting to capture his attention, wanting so much to belong.<\/p>\n Author Dee S. Knight: After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for m\u00e9nage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website (www.nomadauthors.com). Fortunately, Dee\u2019s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! 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\nAnother erotic fairy tale with Princess Katherine and Prince Cole.
\nSusan Baer, founder of Baer Hugs, health centers for women, longs to find her special someone. Sadly, there are no prospects in sight. Suddenly, three men come into her life. All successful, all gorgeous, all blond. And posing their own unique problems. One is too rough and hard in his treatment, one is too soft and wants her to take charge. The last is\u2026well, let’s just say he’s unavailable. *sigh* Can any of them turn out to be \u201cjust right?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\n<\/strong>Susan came into her office at breakneck speed, talking the whole way. \u201cI know it\u2019s after two and I\u2019ve taken a longer lunch than anyone has a right to.\u201d She threw her purse in the bottom drawer of her desk. With barely time for a breath, she spun around and slammed into Duncan\u2019s broad, solid chest.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/p>\n