The Reconstruction of
Carla Millhouse
Published By: Arrow Publications, LLC Now out at ARe, Kobo, Kindle
ISBN # 9781934675465
ISBN # 9781934675465
Word Count: 63757
Then she was literally floored by a tall, green-eyed hunk when she crashed into him at the gym. As she lay gasping under his hard body, his deep voice expressed concern. “Are you all right?”
Suddenly, Carla’s “reconstruction” program took on a whole new meaning…
An excerpt from the book
“What did you tell your
husband?”
Carla smiled. “I’m at Lynne’s—if he asks.”
“You didn’t tell him you were attending a party?” Richard asked, seemingly amazed.
“It never came up in conversation.”
The band began to play Unchained Melody, one of her favorite songs. “Would you care to dance, Carla? I promise not to trample your feet.”
“Can I get that in writing?” she teased.
“Not necessary. I graduated from Ms. Carol’s ballroom dancing class when I was thirteen,” Richard replied with a big grin.
“Then, I’d like that, very much,” she said, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
Nestled in the web of his arms, Carla closed her eyes and let the strains of the music fill her. She breathed in the scent of Richard’s aftershave. Along with the nearness of being with him it sent a delightful shiver of yearning through her as her cheek rubbed gently against his. It had to be the wine, she thought.
Carla smiled. “I’m at Lynne’s—if he asks.”
“You didn’t tell him you were attending a party?” Richard asked, seemingly amazed.
“It never came up in conversation.”
The band began to play Unchained Melody, one of her favorite songs. “Would you care to dance, Carla? I promise not to trample your feet.”
“Can I get that in writing?” she teased.
“Not necessary. I graduated from Ms. Carol’s ballroom dancing class when I was thirteen,” Richard replied with a big grin.
“Then, I’d like that, very much,” she said, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
Nestled in the web of his arms, Carla closed her eyes and let the strains of the music fill her. She breathed in the scent of Richard’s aftershave. Along with the nearness of being with him it sent a delightful shiver of yearning through her as her cheek rubbed gently against his. It had to be the wine, she thought.
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