The Good Life by @GenevieveDewey #Romance #ASMSG

Hello my lovelies… long time no talk, right?

 

Well, I’ve come out of the career world of math and accounting to tell you about a wonderfully sweet, romantic, and funny book that my great friend, Genevieve Dewey has written!

 

The Good Life… 

 

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The Good Life

Detective Kyle Anderson is a man of simple tastes and reasonably low expectations. Give him a juicy steak and no homicides, and he’d call it good. When his sister Katelyn got engaged to his best friend Dominic, he’d figured the worst of the unnecessary drama in his life was over. But that was before Dom’s free-spirited, twig-eating, exasperating sister Demetria came back to Nebraska and completely hijacked the planning of the wedding, starting with inviting Dom’s ex-wife Isabel. Now Kate’s so determined to prove Isabel is up to no good that she insists Kyle date her to keep her away from Dom. Soon Kyle is so knee deep in Anderson-Valentini dramatics, he’s thinking of changing his name and moving to Tibet. If he could just get Demi the impossibly sexy granola-flake off his mind long enough to do it…

 

Author’s Note: Contains both Dom and Kate short romances The Bird Day Battalion and The V-Day Aversion as well as the full length novel The Good Life.

 

Also included in this spectacular novel: 

 

The Bird Day Battalion

Meet Katelyn Anderson, a play by the rules, temporarily out of work archaeologist desperate to pull off the perfect Thanksgiving dinner for her family. Enter Dominic Valentini, her oldest friend and former neighbor, a take chances, take control, think outside the box kind of man. Kate needs his help. Dom just needs her.

 

The V-Day Aversion

It’s two days from Valentine’s Day, and Dominic is a man with a plan. Katelyn is a woman with her own plan: avoid whatever Dominic’s got planned. When Katelyn’s sister Kandace asks Kate to help catch her estranged husband cheating, Kate jumps at the opportunity because she hates Valentine’s Day. Poor Dom just wants Kate to stand still long enough to give her a Valentine’s Day to remember. Can he offer her something to change her mind?

 

The Good Life excerpt  #2 (~750 words, sexual content):

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He stood up and led her onto the dance floor to join the bride and groom. No one looked askance at them, after all, they were the maid of honor and best man; it was tradition anyway. But when he kept her in a close embrace even into the next song, Demi caught her brother’s eye. He had that protective look back on his features. She pushed Kyle away just slightly. He obliged, but only just.

Kyle’s eyes were smoky and dark like the underside of a storm cloud. He began to sing along with the song in a soft baritone, “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I…”

“Stop,” she hissed. Her voice sounded insincere even to her own ears. It didn’t help he was doing a pretty good impression of Elvis, and her favorite song, no less.

He grinned and the laugh lines at the edge of his eyes highlighted a scar next to his eyebrow she hadn’t noticed previously.

“Where’d you get that scar?” she asked.

“Dom and I and some college buddies were white river rafting about six years ago and my tube tipped over. He actually saved my life. It’s extra ironic because at the time we still disliked each other, and were only there together because we had a mutual friend invite us both. But after that, and a bottle of Wild Turkey, we’ve been tight.”

“I didn’t realize that,” she whispered, wondering why she had never thought to ask.

“A lot’s happened while you were away,” he said. For once there was no accusation or judgment in his tone.

She looked over his shoulder again. Kate was unsubtly dragging Dom from the floor where he was glowering at Kyle and Demi’s dance. She urged him to sit down at the table with her parents, back facing towards them. Shortly thereafter, Kyle began to guide Demi towards the edge of the room, making her wonder if twins had some sort of ESP.

“Kyle…” she warned. “Someone will notice.”

“Let them.”

“Kyle…”

“I want to be with you, Demetria. Go on dates, have sex and pointless arguments, figure out why you like to eat rabbit food, be the person you call first when you’ve had a bad day, come over and hold your hair when you’re sick. How much clearer can I make this?” he asked.

They were now at the edge of the hall. He dropped his embrace and tugged her by the hand. She didn’t know why she followed. Maybe the daze brought on by his goofy list, maybe the way her heart raced at the simple sweetness of it. Maybe it was the sugar high.

Kyle tugged her into a side room and shut the door. Just like their first time, Demi was the one to draw his mouth to hers. His hands undid his belt and slacks then pushed her dress up, and yanked her hose down. He hitched her up and backed into a chair, keeping their mouths locked. He grabbed her hips as he sat and she knelt to straddle him in it.

Ungh,” she moaned when he entered her without any more preparation than a few dozen sensuous kisses. She was just dry enough that it felt forceful, but wet enough for it to not be painful. For some reason the rough sensation was an incredible turn on. She grabbed his head and deepened her kisses while he moved her up and down on his cock. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her neck.

“Say yes,” he whispered.

She shivered from the tickle it made on her skin. She had forgotten what she was supposed to be answering. She gripped his head firmer and started moving faster on his lap. He grabbed her hips and stilled her, then waited until she looked in his eyes.

“Say yes,” he repeated. “Take a chance on me. On us.” His voice and expression were passionate and demanding.

Her flesh and soul felt inexorably tangled up in lust and longing, yearning not just for his body, but to discover what it would be like to be cherished by him.

–The Good Life © 2014 by Genevieve Dewey, All Rights Reserved.

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About the Author:

 

Genevieve lives in Nebraska with her husband and three children. She has a Master’s Degree in Anthropology and a passion for reading, writing, and research. Her favorite subjects are organized crime, anthropology, and Chicago where her family is from (she still hasn’t quite forgiven them for leaving). Her books include:

 

The Downey Trilogy

First, I Love You

Second of All

Third Time’s The Charm

 

Dom & Kate

The Bird Day Battalion

The V-Day Aversion

The Good Life

 

Please feel free to connect with Gen online:

www.GenevieveDewey.com

(Get missing scenes and supplemental flash fiction!)

Twitter: @GenevieveDewey

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I Love the Grown-up You. #ASMSG #Poetry

love decisions

You surprised me when you asked me, “how was your day?”

You surprised me when you said, “It will be OK.”

You surprised me when you said, “I love you baby”…

I didn’t know what to say.

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I know I shouldn’t be surprised…

And, I know I shouldn’t be waiting for the lies

Because it will end up being our demise

But

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I can’t help myself. 

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I’ve sabotaged every relationship since I last saw you

Except that one with the girl whom didn’t have a clue.

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Who tells someone they are too much fun?

A girl who likes drama, in which I had none.

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I warned you about my ability to pick a fight

How I’ll push you away with all my might

How I’ll tell you to go fly a kite…

But

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I can’t help myself. 

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I loved you from the moment you said Hi

And, I fell apart right after you said goodbye

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I’ve built up these walls to protect me

Baby, I need you to see

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I’ve handed you to the key to unlock the door

I’m allowing you to see , to touch, to feel my core

All I want is to be your whore.

But

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I can’t help myself. 

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That’s not true,

And, I know exactly what to do!

Admit to myself … I love the grown-up you! 

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

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Copyright 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knock, knock: it’s just me #Poetry #ASMSG

Knock, Knock; it’s just me

by Penelope Jones

 

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So many of you have no idea who I really am

Many of you may not even give a damn,

 

But today I’m going to share the real me

Maybe that will show you just who I can be

 

I struggle daily to be a good person

I meditate so my anger doesn’t worsen

 

Every time I feel like something’s going right

I begin to have to fight

With all my might…

 

To stay afloat

No joke

 

I struggle to feel OK

Day after, day, after day

 

I refuse to wear a frown

Even when my life feels upside down

 

I want to let you in

Let you see where I’ve been

 

How my mom has to always be right

How her and my dad did nothing but fight

I finally am telling them to go fly a kite

 

I’m tired of being the pack mule

I’m tired of feeling like the fool

 

I love my family I do

But I’ve finally got the clue

 

I teach people how to treat me

That was the biggest key

 

No longer am I going to lie down and take it

I’m going to make it

 

You can sit and watch me become a success

Or you can help me clean up this mess

 

I know I’ve done this to myself

And I’m sick of sitting pretty on a shelf

 

So, I’ve made a plan

And I’ll be damned

If it isn’t working

 

You should try it too

Maybe it’ll work for you!

 

 

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996! 

Copyright 2013-2014

Fake it ’til you make it… #poetry #lifelessons #ASMSG

How many times have you wanted to say,
Fuck you, buddy; it’s not OK!

Lying, cheating, and being an ass
Repeating my past…

You hurt my feelings
With all those shady dealings!

Don’t try and turn this around
This time I’m standing my ground!

You threw me away like a piece of trash
My heart, my soul turned to ash

I was nothing according to you
Just an old worn out shoe.

Well…

You’re wrong
And it didn’t take me long

To see you for who and what you really are
Before it went to far.

The Phoenix in me shall rise again
But until then,
I’ll just pretend…to be happy!

Fake it
‘Til you make it, right?

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Penelope Jones copyright 2014

And Together … #Poetry #Relationships #ASMSG

messedup

I’m a planner

I use my manners

 

I wear my southern-girl bannerproudly

I’m an organizer

a prioritize-r

a synchronize-r of my crazy life

 

Good luck

Day sucks

My life’s amok

 

Let’s fuck!

 

Don’t you see

Life can be

An adventure with me

 

Tight wire

I’m on fire

I’m a crier

Take me higher

 

Life’s a mess

I must confess

It’s the stress

…please caress

 

We can’t put life on hold

Let’s dare to be bold

breaking the mold

 

That society created

It’s now alleviated

No longer infiltrated … into our lives

 

The time has arrived

no more demise

let’s arise

compromise

and claim our prize

 

We can

You be the man

I’ll help you plan

 

And together … We’ll conquer the world.

Penelope Jones copyright 2013