H is for Happy Dance

I'm not really doing the happy dance, I'm to damn tired to do a waltz, but it's 'H' day and I may as well take advantage of it. 

Book 4 in my Sugar Babies, Inc, series is done and off to my beta readers.  Hurray!!!.  Hope that's enough enthusiasm for today.

I wanted to have it done by the end of May, so I'm not to far off schedule, but it's been difficult concentrating with all that's going on in my personal life. Nevertheless, I'm thrilled to have it moving along toward publication.  I haven't decided on a title yet, but here's a short excerpt:

    “Red, I suggest you spit out whatever is stuck in your craw,” he said narrowing his eyes.

      “There’s nothing stuck in me, anywhere,” she replied, beginning to load the dishwasher.

      “Then what is it?  You’ve been acting strangely for days.”

      “Maybe I’m just strange,” she suggested sarcastically.  “In fact I think you’ve hit the nail right on the head,” she snapped, tossing down her cloth and stomping out of the kitchen.

      “Come back here,” he ordered, getting to his feet.

      “Kiss my ass,” she called over her shoulder as she ran for the stairs.

      He was on her in seconds, his long legs eating up the distance despite her head start.  Taking her firmly by the arm he escorted her back to the kitchen, pulled out a chair and sat her down.

    His eyes dared her to get up as he took his seat and she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.

      “You have until I finish eating to tell me what you’re problem is,” he informed her, taking a bite of his omelet.

      “Or what?” she demanded.

      “Or I will get a wooden spoon out of the drawer, flip you over the breakfast bar and proceed to decorate your pristine ass with dozens of lovely red ovals,” he promised.

      Susan blanched.  She counted a wooden spoon in the top three of her least favorite implements of discipline, just under a switch and her heavy wooden hairbrush.  Looking out the glass door at the lake she managed to keep one eye on Marcus’s progress, jumping up as soon as he was finished and reaching for his plate.

      “I’m waiting, but my patience is wearing thin, Red,” he said, wiping his mouth before snagging her wrist and pulling her onto his lap. “You’ve got a pissy attitude and I want to know why?  I can spank if out of you, but I’d prefer to know what I’m up against.”

      “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she sulked.  “I’m antsy and irritated, that’s all.  Just let me be; I’ll work it out by myself.”

      “That’s not acceptable,” he replied.  “I’m not going to spend the rest of my life playing guessing games with you every time you’re in a bad mood.  Now you can either talk to me or we’ll try a different approach, your choice,” he warned.

      Damn, she’d wanted a little attention and now that she had it, she wished she could start the whole day over.  What was she supposed to say, ‘when you don’t spank me or pay attention to my behavior I feel like you don’t love me?’  She’d sooner super glue her own lips together!

Copyright 2014 Stevie MacFarlane

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