Say hello to Will Zeilinger. I love the title of his book: The Naked Groom!
Tiffany Stonebridge is in love with aspiring chef, Richard Grainger. She rocks his world every chance she gets which leads him to max out his plastic on a ring that would light up the night sky. Richard promises her a honeymoon in Tahiti if only to impress Mr. Stonebridge.
With no way to pay for any of this, Richard secretly takes a second job as a nude artist's model. Tiffany and her rich family can never find out or things could get very ugly.
His life gets more complicated when he meets Clarise Simpson, another artist’s model…a naked one. Their friendship goes from zero to bed in a blink. Richard battles his feelings for both women.
Richard’s friend leaves a big old hound dog with and splits. When he misses a couple of Stonebridge family gatherings, her father thinks Richard might be babysitting someone else besides a dog.
Excerpt
Clarise hit him hard on the
arm. If I didn't keep one hand on the front door and the other in my
pocket, I probably would have decked him. My mother always taught me that
restraint took more discipline and strength than muscle... lucky for him.
"Sure, Ha ha, whatever." I
shook my head and went out to my truck. Clarise came running outside,
calling my name.
She caught up to me as I was getting
into my truck.
"I'm sorry about Brandon.
He's such a jerk sometimes."
"Don't worry about it." I
told her, "I'm sure there's something nice about him...seeya next
week." It was considerate of her to be concerned.
I closed the door and started the
engine. In my mirror, I could see Brandon waiting by the door with his
arms folded across his chest. As I shifted the truck into gear, Clarise
walked back to him with her arms folded. I didn't want to get in the
middle of that. I just hope he didn't think there was something going on
between us. Why would he? Everything that was going on was going on
inside of me.
Tiffany was waiting for me at her
place with, what looked like, a pile of literature from every wedding planner
and banquet facility in Southern California. She was excited that
something tangible was happening on the road to the wedding. I realized
this was the most important day of her life, but for both of us it will be - as
the old saying goes, the first day of the rest of our lives. What I was beginning
to realize was that I didn't know very much about my intended, except she liked
to shop and have sex. For most men, the second item would've been enough
and the first could've easily been a pain in the wallet.
She'd cleared off the coffee table in
the family room and arranged the literature in some kind of an order, I
suspect, known only to her.
"Okay Richie," she looked
at me like a first grade teacher on the first day of class. "Here's
what I've researched..."
I put my hand on hers.
"Tiffany, before we go any further with our wedding plans, we need to
talk." Her eyes grew very wide and she started to turn pale.
"Tiffany! breathe..." I rubbed her back. She gasped and
ran to the kitchen, "I need a drink of water." I got up from the
loveseat and followed her. She gulped down a full tumbler of ice water
and closed her eyes. Just as I began to speak, she held up her
hand. "Just a minute Richard - before you say anything else, just
answer me this... Are you breaking up with me?"
"What?" I had no idea she
was this insecure about our relationship. "No,
No. It's nothing like that."
SHORT BIO:
I’ve been writing for over twelve years. During that time, I took novel writing classes and joined writer’s groups, but what has helps me most are published authors who mentor, encourage, critique and listen to me while I continue to learn my craft. I live in Southern California with my wife and are currently working on a crime novel together. Finding time to write while life happens is a challenge.
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