Adventurous Me
Deanndra Hall
Adventurous Me
by
Deanndra Hall
Adventurous Me
Copyright © 2014 Deanndra Hall
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Celtic Muse Publishing, LLC
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Paducah, KY 42002-3722
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This book is a work of fiction.
Names of characters, places, and events are the construction of the author, except those locations that are well-known and of general knowledge, and all are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental, and great care was taken to design places, locations, or businesses that fit into the regional landscape without actual identification; as such, resemblance to actual places, locations, or businesses is coincidental. Any mention of a branded item, artistic work, or well-known business establishment, is used for authenticity in the work of fiction and was chosen by the author because of personal preference, its high quality, or the authenticity it lends to the work of fiction; the author has received no remuneration, either monetary or in-kind, for use of said product names, artistic work, or business establishments, and mention is not intended as advertising, nor does it constitute an endorsement. The author is solely responsible for content.
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Material in this work of fiction is of a graphic sexual nature and is not intended for audiences under 18 years of age.
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A word from the author . . .
I don’t really know where this novel came from.
One day the title just came to me. I’m not sure why. I wasn’t looking for anything else to write – god knows I’ve got enough stuff on deck. But the title intrigued me, so I set out to write whatever the book was supposed to be.
And just when I thought it was a lost cause, Trish started to speak and everything fell into place. I met Sheila, and Dave, and Steffen, and then Clint, and Trish told me all about them through her eyes. I didn’t quite know what I thought about it. But I found out pretty quick what my betas thought about it.
They loved it.
And so I offer it to you, a sweet little read full of sass and pain and passion and over-the-top, hardcore sex. And love – don’t forget love. It’s what makes the world go ‘round, you know!
Love and happy reading,
Deanndra
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Disclaimer
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A word from the author
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Author’s Note
Sneak Peek: Laying a Foundation
Sneak Peek: Tearing Down Walls
Sneak Peek: Renovating a Heart
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Chapter 1
“Goddamn it, Trish!” Ron ducks as I hurl another object. I’m not even sure what it was. It doesn’t matter.
“Boring, huh? Tiresome, huh? Predictable, huh? Didn’t predict this, did you, rat bastard?” I hurl an empty beer bottle at him. It misses his head by a fraction of an inch and crashes into the wall. I’m going to have a helluva mess to clean up, but right this minute, I don’t care.
“Nuts! That’s it, completely nuts! Trish, STOP IT!” He ducks again when I throw the crystal vase his parents gave us for our first anniversary.
Almost thirty years. That’s what I’ve given this sad son of a bitch – almost thirty years. Wasted. No kids. Moved far away from my family.
And now I’m boring? Tiresome? Predictable?
Well, we’ll just see about that!
“Yeah,” I snarl into the phone. I know it’s Sheila, but I still don’t want to talk to anyone.
“Trish, what’s wrong?” She’s too damn good. I can’t hide anything from her.
“Ron’s leaving me.”
“What? WHAT? Are you kidding? What the hell?”
“I wouldn’t kid about a thing like that. Says I’m boring, predictable, tiresome. Can you believe that shit?” I’m still sweeping up glass. I sure threw a bunch of stuff. This is not a complaint; it’s an observation. If I could’ve laid my hands on more stuff to throw, I would’ve.
“What are you going to do?” I know she’s trying to be practical here, but I’m in no mood.
“I’m going to go get myself a drink, seeing as how I broke every bottle of beer in the house.”
“Over his head?” I hear her giggle.
“No. I’m a lousy shot. But I wish.” I straighten up and drop the broom and dustpan right where I’m standing. “I need something with vodka in it. Right now. You up for it?”
“Doesn’t matter if I am or not. You’re going to need a keeper tonight, so I guess that’ll be me.”
“You’re gonna be my keeper? Good luck,” I tell her. “You’re gonna need it.”
“You girls looking for anything in particular?” the guy who walks up to us asks. I look up at him through the vodka’s haze. Good looking enough.
Sheila doesn’t miss a beat. “No.”
“Hey, I’ll speak for myself!” I slur. “Yeah, I’m looking for adventure! Got any?”
“I’m sure we can come up with something!” he laughs and turns to the bartender. “Bring her another cosmo, wouldja?” Then he turns back to me. “My name’s Jeff. What’s yours?”
“Um,” I say, not knowing if I should give him my real name; then I decide, what the hell? “Trish. I’m Trish. This one over here,” I say, pointing at Sheila, “is Party Pooper.” Somehow, everything I say is extremely funny.
“Well, Trish, I’m glad to meet you. And you too, PP,” he laughs. “Want to go somewhere else, since you’re feeling adventurous?”
“Sure! What’ve you got in mind?” I think I’m about to get laid, but it’s been almost thirty years since I’ve dated, so I’m not really sure.
“Well, let’s see, I have more vodka at my house, and a big flat-screen, and a big bed, and . . .”
Yep. I’m getting laid.
“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” I try to get up off the stool and I almost crash into the man sitting on my other side. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry!”
He turns and says, “That’s okay,” but before he gets a chance to say another word, I get a look at him. A good look. He’s got to be at least sixty, but he’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. White hair, white mustache and goatee, and luminous blue eyes with cute laugh crinkles around them. And he’s wrapped in leather. One fine package. He’s been sitting there most of the evening and I didn’t even notice him. “You okay?” he asks me in a voice like melted caramel while he eyes Jeff.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I stammer. Suddenly I’m having trouble talking even though a minute and a half ago I was the funniest, most articulate woman in the world. I try to get up again – same result.
“Whoa! I think you’d better sit down until the room stops moving. Don’t you think so, Jeff?” the man asks, and Jeff kind of shrinks.
“Hey, Trish, another time maybe?” Before I can answer, he’s gone.
“Wait a minute! You ran off my piece of ass.” I’m getting kind of pissed now.
Guy On Stool laughs. “You don’t need that. Looks like you need a keeper!”
“Yeah, that’s what old Party Pooper over there said.” I point at Sheila. She’s so disgusted with me that she’s found someone else to talk to and she’s ignoring me.
“Smart friend. Just sit here and keep me company. If you want.” He sticks out his right hand. “Name’s Dave. You’re Trish?”
“Yeah, how did you . . . oh, right, Jeff.” I shake my head and he laughs again, but I take his hand and shake it. He’s got a nice grip, and his hands are strong but smooth.
“So I heard you say you’re out looking for a little adventure. Is that right?” He picks up his on-the-rocks glass and puts it to his lips. Looking at his hands makes something inside me kind of vibrate in a funny way.
“Yeah. My rat bastard soon-to-be-ex says I’m boring and tedious, or something like that.” I can’t remember exactly what Ron said and, at this particular moment,
I really don’t care. “So I thought I’d show him.”
“You do realize that trying to prove something to someone is a lousy reason to do something, don’t you?” His gaze is serious.
I can feel my face burning. “Yes. I do. But I think that, in some ways, he might be right.” I suddenly realize it’s very embarrassing to say something like that to a total stranger, but there’s a way about this guy that makes me trust him and want to talk to him.
He points at me. “Let me ask you something: When was the last time he took you on an adventure?” Dave then takes another sip of his drink while I ponder, and he’s looking at me from under those beautiful dark lashes.
“Um, what do you mean?”
“Let’s see . . . the last time he took you to do something that was potentially dangerous, like white-water rafting or rappelling? Or skydiving?” I shake my head. “Or when he took you on a discovery trip, like to an archaeological site, or a tour of an underground cavern, or to watch a colony of bats flying out of their cave as they’re leaving for their evening feeding?” I shake my head again. “Where’s the most adventurous place he ever had sex with you?”
I think for a minute. “Um, the living room?”
“Oh my god.” Dave takes another swig and grins. “And he called you boring and tedious? He’s got a lot of nerve.” He shakes his head. “So what kind of adventure did you have in mind?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Obviously something I’ve never done before, or it wouldn’t be an adventure, right?”
“And what haven’t you done?”
“Most everything.” Now I’m kind of ashamed. Maybe I really am boring.
