As I mentioned on last week’s Facebook post, I’m working on the final edits of Blow by Blow before I sent it off to my editor. I’m still shooting for an August release but it might be pushed back. Once again, this story is around 37K words, give or take, and will sell for $.99 cents. You’re welcome.
Mariah Jacobs is one of L.A.’s finest – finest escorts, that is. She has serviced everyone from A-list actors to singers to athletes, with no signs of slowing down. However, when a client wants to pursue a relationship with her, not to mention dealing with an ex-boyfriend who can’t seem to leave her alone, Mariah might have to put on the breaks and re-evaluate what she really wants out of her life.
A-list athlete Randall Keith always had it his way – and that’s exactly how he likes it. With all the money and fame he can handle, it is no wonder he is the golden boy of the sports world. So when he orders an escort to keep him company, he ended up more than what he bargained for and is determined to let Mariah know why she is exactly what he wants.
Can Mariah keep Randall at bay without disrupting her income? Or is she going to fulfill his Pretty Woman fantasy?
Blow by Blow is an interracial erotic romantic comedy that contains explicit sex scenes and frank language.
You know what I love about cartoons? It doesn’t matter what day you’re having or who’s pissing you off; you turn on some cartoons and everything is all right with the world. It takes me back to my childhood when everything was pure and innocent. I used to climb into my bed with my Oreos and milk and just watch cartoons all day until the sun went down. You see back then, we didn’t have a VCR or anything hi-tech like that so I had to get up extra early to watch cartoons.
Oh, the good ‘ol days. Some of you young ones probably don’t even know what a VCR is.
“I was always a Pink Panther fan,” Randall suddenly said. Oh goody, he’s awake. He spent the last fifteen minutes dozing and I had turn up the Care Bears just so I can drown out Snore Bear. “I just thought he was the coolest cat out there.”
Okay, so maybe Ran-asshole isn’t so bad. He has good taste in cartoons. “Really?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. I liked them all. The Smurfs, Transformers, Alvin & the Chipmunks, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, Inspector Gadget, the Jetsons…yeah, I was a cartoon fiend.” Randall grinned.
Okay, so maybe this asshole is growing on me a little.
“What about you?” He asked me. “What were your favorites?”
“Oh, I loved Jem.” I turned towards Randall. “I wished I was her when I was growing up. And Fraggle Rock…”
Randall glared at me with his mouth wide open. “I know you weren’t a Fraggle Rock fan.”
“Dance your cares away….worries for another day…let the music play…” I began to sing.
“Down at Fraggle Rock!” Randall clapped twice.
“Down at Fraggle Rock!” I clapped twice. Hmm, a man after my own heart….now only if he wasn’t married….
Randall laughed and turned to me, caressing my face. “Has anyone told you have the biggest eyes? They’re amazing.”
I don’t think I have to wonder why this man gets the panties on a regular basis. Even if he’s lying through the crack of his ass, he lays on the charm real thick. He could make a girl feel like she’s the only one in the world and there is something so comforting and sexy about that. “Thank you,” I softly replied.
Randall took the remote and turned off the cartoons. He then climbed on top of me and I spread my legs to accommodate him. Despite the height and weight difference, we fit together like puzzle piece as if we were meant for each other. “Unless you want to keep watching them?” He asked.
Usually, I prefer to keep the cartoons on. If the guy is lame in bed, I can always look over and watch something more interesting than him. But with Randall, I have a feeling I’ll be a little distracted.