Once upon a time- as all hot epic poetry begins- a storm brewed in NY. The snow covered, leafless trees stood sentry over the eerily empty streets that only Eskimos would dare to travel.
Inside, the fire crackled serenely, though my brain was as tight as a chick in an SUV with road rage. Trying to relax, I slammed through girlie drinks, wine and champagne to survive my editing woes. The only result was a burp so big, a handsome logger with a perfect beard would have been proud to claim it as his own.
A voice behind me reflected the belch with a stunned, "Geesh!"
It was the talking cat. He shook his furry head at me as he said, "I thought the ban on leg shaving was as far as you'd go. Natural body hair really only works for the cat. For you? It's more like a hygeine surrender."
Dropping my pen and grabbing a bite of chocolate, I asked the cat, "When did you escape Area 51?"
"I heard you needed a kick. That story you're working on- the one about the squealer fan falling for the Raven? Won't work. Even if they can bring down dem cheaters."
"It's a great story. It's truth!"
"It's bound for the round file. The NFL will never let it be published."
"But, but...it's epic."
And it was. When I imagined the story I saw Books! Libraries!!
"I could bring down the cheats..." I said, my voice going flat and small.
"Sorry," the cat said as he preened a paw. "No one wants the cheats brought down. Lose your fear of sex and write the real story."
"I don't understand...."
"Yes, you do. Come on, lady- grab that pink corset and coconut bra and stick them on the coach and the quarterback. That's a story that will sell."
"The coach and the QB? They're not supposed to fall in love."
The cat shrugged his furry shoulders. "Make it a threesome with a dragon in a tutu and we can sell the movie rights tomorrow."
"I know," said the cat as he walked across the back of the couch toward the fire. "It's about the power of the female bond."
"But," I said scratching my head. "They're guys."
"Not in your story. That's right...let it sink in, and then call the milkman and tell him to bring some peanut butter cookies for your wingman."
There and done.
Thank you Michael! It was fun :)
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Jo Leigh Harper comes from a long line of trouble-making, white trash stock.
Tanner Coulter comes from a longer line of wealth-creating, blue blood stock.
Jo graduated college top of her class, moving toward a future full of possibilities.
Tanner dropped out of college, trading a law degree for drinking games and one night stands.
A family crisis throws the rich party boy and the poor genius girl together. The attraction is immediate, though neither one is a heart-in-the-sand-drawing believer in true love. But as the summer sun heats up along the shores of the Outer Banks, so does the connection between them. Maybe, just maybe, they can win at love by defying reason.
Elizabeth is a multi-published author of books for people who are believers in happily-ever- after, true love, and stories with a bit of fun and twists with their plots. The mother of four young men, she tackles laundry daily and is the keeper of the kitchen. She lives along the shores of the Ohio River in West Virginia, but dreams daily of the beach.