This story, Must Be Doing Something Right, initially was inspired by a country song. It was. I thought, gee, what is the story for the people in this song? Then the story worked it's way into the Crestline series I wrote for Totally Bound. I love it, still and it's an older story. Check it out. You might like it, too.
Must Be Doing Something Right by Wendi Zwaduk
M/F, Voyeurism, Mild BDSM, Bondage and Anal sex
Totally Bound
Short Story
Available at:
Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/b5MNKG
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/must-be-doing-something-right/id885433386?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4
And now for an excerpt:
©Wendi Zwaduk, 2010, All Rights Reserved
I want a woman who will drive me crazy in every possible way.
If she loved him in return.
Nathan Waterford slammed the door to his navy blue Blazer and
strode across the asphalt into Besta Pizza Around. He smoothed his hand over
the lump of bills in his pocket and tucked the insulated pizza bag under his
arm.
On a steamy Saturday night in July, he’d rather be in bed with
the woman of his dreams, not working to earn a dime he didn’t need. His day job
as an estate lawyer paid the bills, but being at the pizza shop got him closer
to Courteney, the woman in his heart.
Hell, if he played his cards right, his desires might come to
fruition. One day...
Crestline, Ohio wasn’t a teeming metropolis, but Nate and his
business partner, Arran Mayes aimed to create the best little restaurant in the
quiet farming community. The scent of tomatoes and yeast swirled around Nate,
making his stomach rumble. When did I eat last?
Behind the bar, Arran stood drying a beer stein. “Well, you got
your wish, my friend.”
As he slapped the silver bag onto the polished wooden bar, Nate
glanced at the remaining patrons in the dining room. A couple giggled in the
corner booth, while a trio of students wolfed down the last few slices of pizza
at the round table under the window. Good times. He remembered being so
carefree, before he had to become a man and work for a living.
“And you’re talking about what?” Nate shook his head and leaned
on the bar rail. “Get me up to speed.”
Arran sighed and plunked the glass onto the towel. “You missed
drama involving your girl.”
His wish? His girl?
Confused, Nate stared at his ruddy-haired friend. If his memory
served him, Courteney Bennett belonged to no man. Nate had seriously considered
making a play for the saucy little romance writer. From her chocolate-coloured
tresses and her consuming mocha eyes, down her curvy body to the tips of her
toes, he longed to make her his. He itched to grasp her hips while driving into
her from behind. She turned him on like no other.
Thank God the bar covered the tent in his jeans.
“Don’t look at me like you’re surprised.” Rolling his eyes,
Arran picked up a wide mouth wine goblet. “As you know, Courteney and Byron
split two months ago. Well, he came back to—” he hooked his fingers in the air,
“—make things right.” Arran snorted. “His version of making things right meant
parading his new girlfriend, Amber something-or-another, right under Court’s nose. The jerk.”
1 comment:
I love PBS, too. Songs are so evocative. How great you took a song and wrote a story for it.
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