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were doing a humming business. Marketing needs to get Hazel on the books.
Hazel’s family didn’t seem at all surprised by either the speed or method of her engagement. George seemed happily overwhelmed.
I saw Sam come in the front door and waved before he got waylaid by the elephant-poop scoopers. A party like this had to be a goldmine of writer’s material, but I wanted to try the tango. “Hey Sam, wanna dance?”
He grinned and held up flowers. “Sure. I just need to give these to the lucky lady first.”
I took his hand to lead him back to the kitchen. I had no idea where Hazel was, but we could probably round up a beer bottle for the flowers.
Sam’s head swiveled much as mine had on my initial tour. The MatchMakers kiosk in the kitchen made him laugh. The belly dancer waved from one of the computers. “I never meet any guys at my job,” she said. “This is perfect.” Well, she shouldn’t be hard to match.
I parked the flowers in an empty bottle and dragged Sam into the family room. The tango music had ended, replaced by big-band flapper music. My partner, however, was totally distracted by the tap dancers. “I really want to try that.”
“So, give it a try.” Hazel stood just behind us. “You must be Mick’s nice young man.”
“I am, but she’s lucky I didn’t get matched with you first. I’m Sam.”
Hazel leaned over and stage-whispered in his ear. “Sam, I’m deeply in love with George, but I’d be open to a wild fling with a nice young man first. You’ll have to move fast, though; the wedding’s on Saturday.”
Yeah, like that wasn’t going to end up in his next book. Heck, she was probably going to star in his next book. Hazel’s Last Wild Fling .
Sam just grinned. “You might be too hot for me to handle, Hazel. George is a lucky guy.”
“He knows it,” said Hazel. “So, I hear you’re a writer? I love to read. My friend Miri is opening a bookstore; you’ll have to do a signing for her.” Hey, that was my idea.
Sam laughed. “I write the kind of books that don’t usually get carried around in public. None of the local bookstores carry them.”
Hazel’s eyes opened wide. “You write sexy books?” She chortled. “I bet Miri would carry them.” She yelled down the hall for Miri. Hazel has some lungs on her.
Miri came out of her broom closet. “Hey Hazel, have you stolen anyone else’s heart yet?” She looked at Sam and me. “Hazel’s a Gemini; they’re incorrigible flirts.”
Astrology wasn’t always wrong.
Hazel introduced my date. “Miri, this is Sam. He writes sexy books, and I think you should put them in your store. They’d be great for business.”
Miri wasn’t slow. “You’re Mick’s writer?” She looked totally gleeful. Shit.
Sam gave me a big, juicy kiss. “I am.”
“You write some really good sex.” It’s hard to believe that was Miri’s opening to a business conversation, but it was. “I totally need you to do a book signing for me, maybe even at our grand opening.”
Sam looked a little disconcerted. “Not everyone in Durham knows what I do. It might be a good thing to keep it that way.”
Hazel winked at Miri. “After the book signing, they’ll all know. You’ll be our famous and sexy local author.”
No one says no to Hazel. Or to Miri. One of them should run for President.
Hazel had one more parting shot as she walked off to find George. “Sam, I want a full set of your books for my wedding present. At my age, I need some new ideas.”
Sam shook his head. “I’m dazzled. And bulldozed, I think. Does George have any idea what he’s gotten himself into?”
Miri laughed. “Nope. He’s a Taurus. They’re sweet and reliable, but they don’t move very fast.” She winked at Sam and handed him a business card. “Neither do certain Libras I know. I’m not kidding about the book
Hazel’s family didn’t seem at all surprised by either the speed or method of her engagement. George seemed happily overwhelmed.
I saw Sam come in the front door and waved before he got waylaid by the elephant-poop scoopers. A party like this had to be a goldmine of writer’s material, but I wanted to try the tango. “Hey Sam, wanna dance?”
He grinned and held up flowers. “Sure. I just need to give these to the lucky lady first.”
I took his hand to lead him back to the kitchen. I had no idea where Hazel was, but we could probably round up a beer bottle for the flowers.
Sam’s head swiveled much as mine had on my initial tour. The MatchMakers kiosk in the kitchen made him laugh. The belly dancer waved from one of the computers. “I never meet any guys at my job,” she said. “This is perfect.” Well, she shouldn’t be hard to match.
I parked the flowers in an empty bottle and dragged Sam into the family room. The tango music had ended, replaced by big-band flapper music. My partner, however, was totally distracted by the tap dancers. “I really want to try that.”
“So, give it a try.” Hazel stood just behind us. “You must be Mick’s nice young man.”
“I am, but she’s lucky I didn’t get matched with you first. I’m Sam.”
Hazel leaned over and stage-whispered in his ear. “Sam, I’m deeply in love with George, but I’d be open to a wild fling with a nice young man first. You’ll have to move fast, though; the wedding’s on Saturday.”
Yeah, like that wasn’t going to end up in his next book. Heck, she was probably going to star in his next book. Hazel’s Last Wild Fling .
Sam just grinned. “You might be too hot for me to handle, Hazel. George is a lucky guy.”
“He knows it,” said Hazel. “So, I hear you’re a writer? I love to read. My friend Miri is opening a bookstore; you’ll have to do a signing for her.” Hey, that was my idea.
Sam laughed. “I write the kind of books that don’t usually get carried around in public. None of the local bookstores carry them.”
Hazel’s eyes opened wide. “You write sexy books?” She chortled. “I bet Miri would carry them.” She yelled down the hall for Miri. Hazel has some lungs on her.
Miri came out of her broom closet. “Hey Hazel, have you stolen anyone else’s heart yet?” She looked at Sam and me. “Hazel’s a Gemini; they’re incorrigible flirts.”
Astrology wasn’t always wrong.
Hazel introduced my date. “Miri, this is Sam. He writes sexy books, and I think you should put them in your store. They’d be great for business.”
Miri wasn’t slow. “You’re Mick’s writer?” She looked totally gleeful. Shit.
Sam gave me a big, juicy kiss. “I am.”
“You write some really good sex.” It’s hard to believe that was Miri’s opening to a business conversation, but it was. “I totally need you to do a book signing for me, maybe even at our grand opening.”
Sam looked a little disconcerted. “Not everyone in Durham knows what I do. It might be a good thing to keep it that way.”
Hazel winked at Miri. “After the book signing, they’ll all know. You’ll be our famous and sexy local author.”
No one says no to Hazel. Or to Miri. One of them should run for President.
Hazel had one more parting shot as she walked off to find George. “Sam, I want a full set of your books for my wedding present. At my age, I need some new ideas.”
Sam shook his head. “I’m dazzled. And bulldozed, I think. Does George have any idea what he’s gotten himself into?”
Miri laughed. “Nope. He’s a Taurus. They’re sweet and reliable, but they don’t move very fast.” She winked at Sam and handed him a business card. “Neither do certain Libras I know. I’m not kidding about the book