wasn’t normal. I may look normal. I may act normal. But I am not normal, not in
the head at least. Wait, that sounds bad.
able to pick out all 50 states on a map. By first grade, I knew all of the
names of all of the students and teachers in my entire school. My dad and I
always watched football on TV together. When I turned seven, he took me to my first
Miami Dolphins game. I started calling the plays even before they were made.
And by the time I was 10, I could tell you what happened on any day of my life
without thought. I had total recall, no hesitation, no conscious thought.
or a genius. It’s more than a case of photographic memory. In fact, I don’t
memorize anything. I have Hyperthymesia. Plain and simple: If I live it, hear
it, or see it – I remember it. No exceptions.
that I wanted to be a cop. Not just any cop, but a detective. Chasing bad guys
and taking down mobsters. But like my good buddy, Mick, says, “You can’t always
get want you want.”
and keeping the streets safe, I am dancing in a dingy club, making a living
shaking my ass and pulling dollar bills out of my crack. Not the life I grew up
wanting to lead. Not what I expected or hoped for myself.
hang tight, it will all be worth it in the end. I will get what I came for and
move on. I will earn my future and pave my own way. What is that he says? “If
you try sometimes…you get what you need.” From your lips to God’s ears, Mick.
strong language and sexual content, this book is recommended for readers over
the age of 18.**
I turn to get into my car and I can feel Jordan at my back. He’s so close, I can feel his body heat. It’s clear that he doesn’t want this night to end as much as I don’t. I’m dying for him to kiss me dirty, but I know when the time is right it’s going to be magical. I slide into the driver’s seat and he leans in for one last kiss. This time on my cheek. He’s getting closer! He stands back up and starts to back away, hands in surrender.
“You better go before I lose control. I’m barely holding on here, Violet.”
I smile. Just his admission is enough. But then I see his hand trying to discreetly adjust himself, and now I know my earlier thoughts were correct. I’m scandalized and pleased at the same time. Knowing – seeing proof – that he is turned on because of me, lights my body on fire, and my panties are suddenly very wet.
“Goo…Good night!” I say one last time, stumbling over my words and too embarrassed by my body’s reaction to make eye contact. I really need to go before I do or say something stupid.
“Soon, sweetheart,” is the last thing I hear from his lips, and I spend the night wondering what exactly he is promising.
home mom with my two gorgeous kids. I wasn’t always a full time mom, though.
After graduating from the University of Florida – Go Gators! – I attended law
school at Stetson University. I spent the next 10 years practicing law. I also
spent some time counseling mental health patients in an outpatient psychiatric
hospital. But, until having my own children, my most rewarding job by far was
licensing families to receive abused and neglected foster children.
while my children were napping, I started editing novels for other authors. The
more I edited, the more ready I felt to write my own. I just needed a new and
exciting story line. Once Hey There, Delilah was conceived, the ball starting
rolling very quickly. I hooked up with fellow author Andria Large, and we
decided to tackle it together. Best decision ever!
children. But when I get some “me” time, I love to read. Mostly
romance and erotica, but I don’t discriminate – a good book is a good book, no
matter the genre.