Excerpt from my spicy Thanksgiving novella, "The Marriage List":
Though it was only eight o’clock, the phone rang. Delia jumped.
“Who the hell can that be at this hour?”
She picked up the phone and cleared her throat. After greetings were exchanged, she took the phone into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
“Grey, how nice to hear from you,” she purred.
Carrie’s head shot up and she stared over the counter and pass through from the kitchen to the living room at Delia. Her aunt smiled back at her.
“She’s here, but she’s preparing our meal. I’m all thumbs in the kitchen. We’re not having a big crowd. Just a few friends and my main squeeze, Tony. Oh, yes, and Tony’s son, Mario. Mario’s single, thirty and quite the Latin lover I hear.”
Delia paused, listening.
“If she gets through soon, I’ll have her call you. Have a wonderful holiday. Yes, you, too.”
Delia hung up the phone.
“Why did you tell him about Mario?” Carrie asked, unable to keep the anger from her voice.
“The man should know who his competition is,” Delia said, smiling.
Grey slammed the phone down, causing his father to turn around. John Andrews was minding a big pan of bacon on the stove while scrambling a dozen eggs. Other members of the Andrews family were getting dressed and dividing up chores.
John looked over at Grey with a quizzical expression.
“Nothing, Dad.” Grey said in a clipped tone.
“Didn’t sound like nothing to me.”
“Delia’s boyfriend has a thirty-year-old son…some Latin lover type. He’s going to dinner there today.”
“You can’t be worried about Carrie and this guy, can you?”
Grey gave his father a stern look.
“She’s that fickle, some guy she just meets sweeps her off her feet? Bosh!”
“That kind of thing happens all the time,” Grey said, sinking down into a kitchen chair.
John turned off the heat under the bacon and turned to face his son.
“If that’s what’s worrying you, what are you doing here?”
Grey looked up at his dad.
“Son, is this your woman?” John turned his back to the stove and faced his son.
“Then go get her and stop bothering everyone. We have a Thanksgiving meal to make here. I have bacon to cook. Get outta here,” he said, turning back to the stove not able to hide a smile from his son and put the heat back on the bacon.
Grey hung his head and smiled. He stood up, took his keys out of his pocket and moved toward the door, stopping at the stove.
“I think I need some air. Thanks, Dad,” he said, clapping his father on the shoulder.
John simply smiled at his son and went back to tending his bacon.
The last thing Grey heard as he was closing the front door behind him was his father’s voice calling out.
“Who’s first for breakfast?
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A bit about the book
Carrie Tucker, an aspiring mystery writer and divorcée struggling to make it in the world of advertising, turned her focus from men to her career after dating too many creeps and losers. She’s finally earned her big break, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become the first female creative director in a hot New York ad agency. So what if it means working nights and weekends? It’s not like she has a social life anyway.
Is the marriage list a failure or will a chance meeting at a fiction-writing conference prove the list to be the key to Grey’s happiness after all?
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