Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press
Publication Date: 07/25/2008
Widowed, Scarlett Marks live changed when her financial manager disappeared with her money. In desperate need of a job, she accepts the only offer she receives with the Call Me Agency whose business is phone sex. In a world she didn’t know existed, the timid woman grows into a person she didn’t know she had inside her. In the process, she meets Finn Yates. The younger man her co-workers dub a ‘boy toy’ teaches her what true love is all about.
Excerpt:Did the bartender say something to her? “Excuse me. Did you say something? Another drink?” She glanced at her watch. Still a little time to kill before the bus came. Well, why not?
He really seems like a nice guy. She wasn’t sure why he was concerned about her problem, but he kept probing and before she knew it she was telling him about her interview with Dulcie at Call Me.
“Sure I know Dulcie. Great lady. She’s been friends with Hank, the owner, for a long time.” He leaned against his side of the bar and seemed ready to listen to her tale of woe.
“I’m just not sure I’m cut out for this job.” Scarlett confided after the second glass of wine.
“I can see where you’d have doubts.”
He’s been very sweet and understanding, she thought. Watching him as he worked behind the bar, Scarlett couldn’t believe she’d been so caught up in her own problems that she’d almost missed this gorgeous work of art.
In her younger days, he was what she and her friends referred to as a hunk. Tanned and golden, he looked like a Greek god. The dark blonde hair barely brushed his ears, the front looked like it had been kissed by the sun. His eyes reminded her of the sapphire ring her grandmother had given her when she graduated from high school. She admired his muscles as they danced under his shirt when he lifted the cases of beer into the cooler. And his smile—his smile was past warm. It was hot enough to melt silver, but at the same time inviting.
When she caught herself wondering how that lean muscular body would look without clothes, she knew she’d had too much to drink. After all, she was going to be fifty-four in a couple of months and had no business lusting after a man young enough to be her son.
Her eyes darted to the clock above the bar, and the realization that the bus was due in five minutes spurred her into action. Pulling a twenty from her wallet she tossed it on the bar and raced for the door, yelling “Goodbye,” over her shoulder.
She chastised herself as she ran to the bus stop. There was no way she could throw twenties at every young hunk who crossed her path. This job messed with her thinking and she hadn’t even started. Sex was a dead issue for her.
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