Playing House
by Tammy J. Palmer
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
Ginny
Cotton, bike riding, chess playing, loan processor, has set a new goal: find
someone to have sex with. Soon. As in tonight. It’s the only way to finally get
over Jason, her best friend, the guy she’s been waiting for since high
school--- the guy who is now engaged to her sister. She’s saved her virginity
for him since he doesn't believe in premarital sex. What better way to get over
Jason than to have sex with someone else? The hot guy Ginny meets through a
dating site seems like the perfect choice. There’s only one problem. To achieve
her goal, Ginny must first overcome the anxiety that has been holding her back
her whole life.
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EXCERPTS (Exclusive Exceprt):
They’d been playing cards, talking about casual things for
more than an hour when Pierce asked, “Do you want to play a new game now?”
“I don't know. What’s this new game called?”
“House.”
“House is not a new game. Everyone has played House. When I
was a kid I played with my cousins. The boys would sit in front of the
television pretending to drink beer and insist that the girls wash the dishes.
Instead, we hit them with pretend frying pans.”
Pierce laughed. “And I thought my childhood was messed up.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“My version of the game involves husbands and wives in the
bedroom.”
Ginny’s heart rate
sped up. “You said we’re not going to have sex.”
“We’re not. That’s why it’s a game. This game has one rule.
No matter how much fun we’re having, it will stay pretend sex. We keep our
clothes on.”
“Pretend sex?” This was intriguing.
“The point is for you to get over your fear of sex. If you
know ahead of time that we’re not going all the way, you won’t faint, or break
out in hives, or find some reason to get pissed off at me and—”
“I get it.”
“What do you say, Ginny? Are you game?”
The room suddenly felt quite warm. She was glad to be
wearing a lightweight blouse and cotton pants rather than a sweater and jeans.
“I’m game.”
Pierce took her hand. “Show me your bedroom.”
Ginny took him into her room. Her bed was a twin. The pink
comforter was the same one she’d had in college. She slipped off her shoes and
sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped together. “Have we been married
long?”
“No, we’re newlyweds.”
“So sex would still be sort of new?”
“Of course not, we did it all the time before we got
married. Every day.”
“Every day?” Ginny gave him a look of disbelief. “Isn’t that
a bit unrealistic?”
“I hope not. But we could say every other day if it makes
you happy.”
“It does.” Ginny had no idea why it mattered. This was only
a game after all. Who knew, maybe she would want it every day.
Pierce began to massage her shoulders. “Hard day at work,
Honey?”
“You can’t call me Honey, my dad calls me Honey.”
“How about Sweetheart?”
“Nope, my mom calls me Sweetheart.”
“I’ll call you Melissa, then.”
“Why Melissa?”
“I don't know, I just like it. It’s a good wife name. But if
you don’t like Melissa you can pick out one of your own.”
“Melissa works. I’m going to call you Richard.”
“Fine. You’re so tense, Melissa. It must have been a rough
day,” Pierce/Richard said, continuing to massage her shoulders.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Tammy J. Palmer
lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband of twenty-five years and a spoiled
cat named Betty Boop. She has two children who turned into pretty darned
awesome adults. You can visit her website at: www.tammyjpalmer.com
LINKS:
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