Good morning, all! I'd like to share with you an excerpt from The Marriage Pact. It was one of my favorite books I've written thus far, and it's also on sale for a limited time on Amazon for the amazing price of $2.99! It's the story of Brody and Shana, childhood friends who become high school sweethearts. Shana thinks they'll always be together, but yet when Brody proposes before graduation, she can't bring herself to accept. She wants to experience life outside their small town before settling down and she thinks Brody should do the same. He's heartbroken when she turns him down and when she comes back to visit years later, he's also bitter. However, the sparks are still flying between these two former-lovebirds, and when he swats her bottom for having one too many glasses of champagne, Shana realizes maybe the man Brody has become is exactly what she needs.
“You behaved like a child so I’m going to treat you like one.”
I hunched my shoulders at the c word—not that I could protest. He was right; the clock seemed to have turned back and instead of the mature thirty-four year old I’d become I was acting more like the teenager I’d been when I’d left. “Meaning?”
“I think you deserve a spanking for the way you treated me.”
Time froze all around me and my face froze along with it, torn between a perplexed frown and a laugh. I stared at him, unblinking and he stared back. It was a surreal reminder of the staring contests we used to have as kids, which was what tilted the scale toward laughter. “Come on, Brody,” I said when I finally found my voice. “That’s not funny.”
“It’s definitely not, and I’m dead serious.” His eyes showed me that he meant every word; there wasn’t an ounce of laughter to be found in them.
I kept waiting for his grin, for him to drop that stern, commanding voice and say, ‘Gotcha!’ or even ‘Just don’t do it again’ but it never happened. I felt something charging the air between us and this time, I wasn’t sure I liked it. “I don’t think I can let you do that,” I said softly, dropping my eyes once more and tugging at a string coming loose from his boxers.
“Why is that?”
This time, I did smile. What kind of question was that, anyway? “Because! Because I’m thirty-four, because I’m a grown woman, because it’s ridiculous, that’s why.”
“I believe I’ve already addressed the issue of your age.”
I could feel his eyes boring into me, but no way was I looking at him. He seemed to have some kind of crazy, diabolical power over me and I just knew if I let myself look at him long enough, I wouldn’t be able to remember why this idea was crazy.
“You behaved like a child so I’m going to treat you like one.”
I hunched my shoulders at the c word—not that I could protest. He was right; the clock seemed to have turned back and instead of the mature thirty-four year old I’d become I was acting more like the teenager I’d been when I’d left. “Meaning?”
“I think you deserve a spanking for the way you treated me.”
Time froze all around me and my face froze along with it, torn between a perplexed frown and a laugh. I stared at him, unblinking and he stared back. It was a surreal reminder of the staring contests we used to have as kids, which was what tilted the scale toward laughter. “Come on, Brody,” I said when I finally found my voice. “That’s not funny.”
“It’s definitely not, and I’m dead serious.” His eyes showed me that he meant every word; there wasn’t an ounce of laughter to be found in them.
I kept waiting for his grin, for him to drop that stern, commanding voice and say, ‘Gotcha!’ or even ‘Just don’t do it again’ but it never happened. I felt something charging the air between us and this time, I wasn’t sure I liked it. “I don’t think I can let you do that,” I said softly, dropping my eyes once more and tugging at a string coming loose from his boxers.
“Why is that?”
This time, I did smile. What kind of question was that, anyway? “Because! Because I’m thirty-four, because I’m a grown woman, because it’s ridiculous, that’s why.”
“I believe I’ve already addressed the issue of your age.”
I could feel his eyes boring into me, but no way was I looking at him. He seemed to have some kind of crazy, diabolical power over me and I just knew if I let myself look at him long enough, I wouldn’t be able to remember why this idea was crazy.
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