Showing posts with label Desiree Holt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desiree Holt. Show all posts

19 June 2013

Why can’t you celebrate Valentine’s Day in June?


Note: I will pick one lucky winner from all the comments to receive a box of heart-shaped chocolate truffles so you can celebrate Valentine’s Day right away.

 So what if a calendar says certain days are celebrated on certain dates? Sometimes they need more than twenty-four hours. I mean, July 4th celebrates the independence of the United States but we really celebrate it all year long in a number of ways, right? So why not Valentine’s Day?
Ever since the Middle Ages when Geoffrey Chaucer first associated the day with love and courting, it’s become a time for lovers to express their feelings for each other—through flowers. Small gifts. Special dates. Hot sex! Why, then, limit it to one day a year? Shouldn’t every day present us with those opportunities? I mean, would you want to wait for one day a year just to have your fantasy come true? A hot guy take you on a dream date? Have the hottest sex of your life?
So this is my banging the drum to celebrate Valentine’s Day in the summer, when long days bring us lazy nights to indulge ourselves in every fantasy.
I’ll bet Kylie Monroe would have given anything to be celebrating in the middle of summer instead of a winter snowstorm. Have you read her story in Lust Becomes You? It’s part of the very hot, very sex The Edge series, and you’ll want to read every one of them.
But about Kylie—she fell in love, and in lust, with Sam Cooper, reaching new heights of ecstasy as they explored the world of BDSM. She foresaw a rich life together filled with love and erotic sex. When Sam dumped her to pursue success in the legal field, telling her there was “always tomorrow,” she never quite recovered from the hurt.Ten years later, Kylie’s still gun-shy in the love department and frustrated in the sex department. Nobody could replace Sam. Then on a snowy Valentine’s Day she has an unexpected opportunity to reconnect with him. But Sam had a real challenge persuading her their love is real this time? Could he woo her back with the kind of sex she’d been missing?

Excerpt:

“Hey, Kylie. What brings you out on a night like this?” Valentino hollered to her from behind the counter where he was wrapping wine and chocolates. “Valentine’s Day and romance, like everyone else?” he laughed. “I love it.”
No wonder. Valentino’s Gourmet Food and Wine Shoppe was packed with smiling people besotted with that stupid guy in diapers. What the hell was she doing here, anyway, with all these people who thought celebrating a guy in a diaper was romantic.
Buying you’re annual bottle of chocolate wine, the kind you and Sam drank, and weeping over it like some idiot.
The shop was jammed tonight, people everywhere looking over the Valentine’s food basket specials and the cutesy little wine wrappers and cork screws special for the day. In the wine tasting corner people were sampling the specials of the day while others nibbled on tiny crackers and gourmet cheese while they waited their turn in line. It was enough to make you sick.
“Hey, Val,” she heard one of the clerks shout. “We making deliveries tonight?”
“Now? You gotta be kidding me. The driving’s so bad I told the kid to go home after his last stop. Who is it, anyway?”
“Sam . He wants a half a dozen bottles of that chocolate wine.”
“What?”
Kylie froze in place. Sam ? In this city? If he was ordering chocolate wine it had to be her Sam.
Hers? He hadn’t been hers in forever. Not since their last time together when he’d said they needed to get settled in their careers before getting into anything serious. Funny. She’d thought they were already serious. Just hearing his name made desire throb in her pussy and her nipple harden. Even after all this time she could feel the familiar sting of the flogger on her ass. She’d never mentioned her desire for BDSM to any of the men she’d tried to be interested in. They’d run as fast as they could. But god, she missed it. And Sam.
Was he married? Single? Engaged? Did he even remember her?
Without thinking she hurried over pushed her way through the crowd to Val.
“I’ll deliver the wine for you.”
Val was so startled he almost dropped the bottles he was wrapping. “Kylie, it’s freezing out and we’re expecting more snow. Besides, I don’t expect my customers to fill in for my delivery guy.”
“Where does he live? Is it far?”
The people in line were groaning their dissatisfaction at the interruption.
“Only in the next block, but–“
“I know him. I think. Is he a lawyer?”
Val nodded as he continued to wrap and sack purchases.
A lawyer. Sam . Chocolate wine. It had to be the right one.
“Well, then. It will give me a good chance to say hello.” She forced a smile. “Really. Okay?”
He shrugged. “I think you’re crazy but if that’s what you want you got it.” He looked over his shoulder to the clerk still holding the phone. “Tell him his order’s on the way.”
She button up her coat again and wrapped her scarf tightly. Pulled her gloves on and took the tote bag from the clerk who’d gotten it ready.

Wanna find out if Kylie and Sam heat up the sheets? Get this short story ASAP and cuddle up in bed with it.
And be sure to read ALL the stories in The Edge. You’ll want to celebrate Valentine’s Day every day.

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12 September 2012

A light look at BDSM Subs



by Desiree Holt 
BDSM is probably the most misunderstood sexual lifestyle of any others, mostly because people don’t really know what drives the people who live it. They might only enjoy it in the bedroom or it might permeate their entire life but either way it is made up of all different kinds of people with varying personalities. Writing about it has given me a broad look into the different kinds off personalities, and those who are really subs or doms and those who participate because of other reasons. Here’s a light look at some different kinds of subs, a change from the heavy detail I get into in my books. Hope you enjoy it. 
THE PLEASE PITY ME SUB: She (or he) leads a live that she feels is cursed, not blessed. Something is always going wrong and no, none of it is her fault. Every one of her Doms is flawed. They chose her for the wrong reasons. All because the perfect Master is missing. If only he or she could that perfect master life would be good. No more mistakes, no more screwing up. Start living up to her potential–whatever that is.
Hint to sub: Try Master-R-Us. 
THE DO IT TO ME SUB: “Beat me, beat me” could be the mantra of this sub. And they don’t care who is doing the beating or flogging. Frequently misbehaving on purpose, this sub craves the feel of the lash or the flogger. This “sub” just wants to be beaten. It doesn’t really matter by who. Searching for the perfect partner this sub wanders bondage clubs and might as well be wearing a sign that says “Beat Me.”
Hint to sub: Start carrying your own flogger, just in case. 
THE BARBIE-DOLL SUB: 
Or maybe Ken. This sub is just in it for the look–the leather, the boots, even the temporary collar or cuffs. He or she might as well have a tattoo saying “I’m a sub, come and get me.” They’re afraid of the whip, and have never seen a clamp in their lives. They spend their paychecks on bondage fashions and love to visit clubs where they can posture.
Hint: Take off your clothes and let us see the real you. 
THE HE CAUSED ME PAIN SUB: These are among my favorites to point fingers at. They rush out to play with a master they might have just met online, maybe in some secluded cabin or gothic mansion or just your normal. Everyday resident with a soundproof dungeon. There’s no negotiation, no discussion of safe words because the sub just wants to “do it.” After a full sessions with restraints, clamps and punishment the sub decides the master is a threat to society and can’t wait to spread the word about him.
Hint to sub: Sell your computer. 
THE WHERE-CAN-I-FIND-A-REAL-MAN SUB: 
After burning her way through the usual singles bars and meat factories and co-ed health clubs and every other hookup spot, she decided a Dom would be the perfect answer for her. This “sub”, after exhausting all her singles bar and health club meeting places, decides that the D/s world would be a good place to meet a *man*. She really has no interest in D/s, she just wants a “real man.” Of course after her first session she suddenly loses all interest in sex of any kind.
Hint to sub: Have a pity party with the Poor Me sub. 
THE “I’M GIVING YOU THE GREATEST GIFT” SUB: SUBMISSION IS THE GREATEST GIFT Submissive. This submissive is starry-eyed and naïve, swooning at the mere thought of a dom, any dom, asking to pass the salt. They declare there is no better way to love than through submission, and that d/s is a “better” and “higher” manner of loving than anything a silly old vanilla person might do. They lives on an emotional roller-coaster, sentimental enough to cry when seeing a long-distance phone company commercial.
And  reminding the master too frequently what a great gift submission is.
Hint to sub:
While it may be more blessed to give than receive, that only works when you don’t make yourself a pain in the ass. 
So what’s your favorite kind of sub? What do you like? Dislike? Let me know here and you might win a copy of one of my Decadent Publishing books! 
And come see me at www.desireeholt.com and sign up for my mailing list. 

08 August 2012

We Believe in Happy Endings



A special short story by Desiree Holt 



Every romance has its ups and downs but if you're like me you always want that happy ending. Here for your pleasure the short story of two people in love stuck on opposite sides of an argument, who discover they can talk just as well with their bodies. And oh, can these two talk. Drink some ice water while you read this.

Neither of them could even remember how the argument started. One minute they’d been lying in bed, naked, breathing erratically after an orgasm that had shaken them both, the next they’d begun discussing their fantasies and after that it all went to hell.
Haley wrapped Tyler’s ratty old bathrobe more tightly around her, nestled deeper into the rocking chair on the back porch, and sipped from the steaming cup of coffee she’d just poured, trying to make sense of things. The night was warm for early spring just a tiny nip in the air, and the stars hung like crystal diamonds in the sky. The soft breeze carried the sweet smell of fresh cut hay mingled with the familiar scent of cattle and horses.
This and early morning were the two times of day she loved best. She always had such a feeling of peace, looking at what she and Tyler accomplished. Everyone thought they were crazy to give up their jobs in the city and sink every dime they had into a broken down ranch. But five years later they had a successful operation to show for it. The Silver Spur had developed a good reputation for producing quality goods.
And now, just when they were about to take the next step in their lives, this argument had erupted. The words they’d thrown at each other were so raw, so hurtful, she couldn’t begin to know how they’d get past them. She was only glad that Jody and Tucker were spending the night at her sister’s. Otherwise the shouting would have really upset them. She and Tyler always made it a point never to show anger with each other in front of the kids. That was for the privacy of their bedroom.
And always, up until now, the anger was quick and short-lived, burning out like a stubby fuse and soothed with sweet words and hot sex. Tonight they’d had the hot sex first and then the burning fuse, so now what?
She took another sip of the rich, strong brew and tried to remember all the bits and pieces of their conversation. They were lying side by side, a little tipsy on bourbon and Coke, savoring a night at home without the kids. They didn’t have to be quiet or swallow the screams that bubbled up when they carried each other to climax.
Then Tyler lifted the hand he was holding, brought it to his lips and kissed it, and said. “Do you ever have fantasies you never tell me about, darlin’?”
Fantasies? Holy hell. Of course she did. Even after eight years of marriage to a man who rocked her world she still had secret fantasies. Didn’t every woman?
Not that Tyler wasn’t inventive and accommodating sexually. Still…
But before she could try to fish one out of her mind he said, “I do. Lots of them.”
Then she didn’t know whether to be excited or hurt. Wasn’t she enough for him? Had he been harboring these secret thoughts for a long time? Damn! Why was she suddenly feeling so insecure? Was it because she’d expected the same thing from Tyler if she told him about the erotic rolling around in the hiding places in her head?
“So…what are you thinking? Two women instead of one?”
The words were out before she could shut her mouth.
Tyler sat up abruptly and looked at her with a totally shocked expression on his face.
“Where the hell did that come from?”
She shrugged, pulling the sheet up over her breasts. “I don’t know. Isn't that what men usually mean when they say they want something new and different?”
“Not this man, Haley. And I’d like to think you know that.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit. I can’t even believe you said that.”
“Okay, okay.” She scooted slightly away from him. “So what did you have in mind?”
“Well,” he began, “I kind of thought I’d like to try some of the kinky things I’ve heard about. Maybe tying you to the bed or getting some handcuffs.” He grinned. “Even a little spanking on that sweet ass of yours.”
“Things you've heard? And just where have you heard them?”
“Oh, I was just having a beer with Pete the other  night and he was telling me–“
“Pete?” She leaped out of bed, dragging the sheet with her. “you discussed our sex life with Pete?”
“Haley, wait.” He leaped out of bed, realized he was naked and dug in a drawer for a pair of boxers. “Honey, it wasn’t like that at all.”
“Oh, no?” She glared at him. “Exactly what was it like? Two buddies knocking back a few beers and telling each other dirty stories about their wives?”
“Haley. Honey.” He moved toward her but she back away.
“Don’t you even come near me. Don’t touch me. Have you been feeding people all our intimate details all this time?”
“No, damn it.” He stopped and closed his hands into fists. “I haven’t.”
She looked at his hands. “You planning to hit me, Ty? Is that what’s next?”
It had just deteriorated from there. Words flew, Hurtful, damaging words that far exceeded the original topic. Finally Tyler yanked on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, kicked his feet into his boots and stormed out of the house. As soon as she heard the front door slam and the engine turn over in his truck she dropped the sheet and opened the closet door. She meant to get the robe the kids–with Ty’s help–had given her for her birthday but somehow it was his old robe that ended up in her hands and wrapped around her body.
Now she lifted the lapel and rubbed it against her face then buried her nose in his familiar scent. It flowed through her body, soothing her jangled nerves. Somehow centering her. This was Tyler, she reminded herself. The love of her life. The man she’d sworn to be with forever. The man she trusted more than an other human being.
She took another sip of coffee and thought about what had set her off. Was it what he wanted to do or the fact he’d been discussing their sex life with Pete? If it was the latter she needed to remind herself that she and her best friend, Ellie, often discussed fantasies they had. Things they were too timid to share with their husbands no matter how good the relationship. She just hadn’t ever thought about men doing the same thing.
So maybe he had his own fantasies that he was afraid to mention to her. Just like she was.
Hmmm.
Or was it what he actually wanted to do? Was that what had made her so mad? And why had it? It was no more than some of the things she and Ellie had discussed and even looked up on the Internet. They’d discovered that others enjoyed this in a whole spectrum of degrees. For some bondage was an integral part of their relationship while for others they took the parts that appealed to them as a way to spice up their sex lives.
Truth be told, she pictures they’d seen and postings they’d read had set her mind to whirling. Given time she night even have brought it up to Tyler. Asked him what he thought.
So why had she flown off the handle the way she had earlier? It seemed as if another person had invaded her body and was spewing words out of her mouth. Not that Tyler hadn’t done the same thing. The things he’d said had been just as bad. Just as hurtful. How would they ever get past this mess?
Setting her cup down on the little table beside her she made her way toward the barn, her old flip flops slapping on the gravel. Whenever she felt disturbed about anything she always headed for the horses. Somehow hanging out with her mare, Twilight, always seemed to calm her.
The mare was standing in her stall and trotted over when Haley leaned on the stall door.
“So what do you think, girl?” She rubbed Twilight’s nose. “Think Tyler and I can find our way out of this?”
In the distance she heard the sound of his truck pulling into the parking area next to house. Heard the slamming of the cab door. Where had he gone? What would he do now?
She turned away from the stall and sat down on a short bench against the wall. Her shoulder brushed something in the dark. When she reached over she realized it was a piece of coiled rope hanging on a nail. Without even thinking about it she lifted it off, tossed it so it would unravel and wound one end around her wrist, tying it off. The roughness of the rope against her soft skin sent prickles through her that were not unpleasant.
Hmmm. Interesting.
She wondered how she’d feel if both of her wrists were bound? If she was helpless before Tyler? His to do with as he wished?
The thought kicked up her pulse and set up a throbbing between her legs. She felt the wetness on the inside of her thighs, evidence of her instant arousal.
Well!
“Figuring on getting started on this all by yourself?”
The deep timbre of Tyler’s voice startled her so much she dropped the rope. She was glad it was dark in the barn so her embarrassment wouldn’t be evident.
“Um, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I was trying to be quiet. I knew you’d come out here. You always run to Twilight when you’re upset.”
“I didn’t know where you’d gone. Or if you were coming back.”
“I didn’t get very far before I realized how stupid I was acting. And I’ll always come back to you, darlin’.”
Now he was standing in front of her, his big body outlined by the moonlight shining in through the wide opening door to the barn. She wished she could see his face. She wished he’d reach out and touch her. She wished she could peel her tongue off the roof of her mouth and say something.
“Haley?” As it always did his voice sent shivers through her.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry, darlin’. For everything.”
“I’m sorry, too.” The words came out in a rush. I said terrible things to you. Things I didn’t mean.”
He put his hands beneath her elbows and lifted her from the bench. “I don’t even know what came over me.”
She gave a nervous giggle. “Me, either. It was like someone else took over my body.”
He slid his hands up to cup her face. “I love you, Haley. You’re everything to me.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, just as his mouth came down on hers.
It wasn’t a tentative kiss. Far from it. Tyler was re-staking his claim, letting her know better than words that she was his in all things and in all ways.
She dropped her hands from the robe, letting it fall open, as shed welcomed his tongue into her mouth and let her own small one glide over it. Just the taste of him inflamed her senses and she pressed her body against his. Even through the fabric of his jeans she could feel the thickness of his heavy erection.
His tongue was still dancing around the inside of her mouth when she felt something tugging on her wrist and realized he’d grabbed the rope and was pulling it behind her.
“What–?”
“Shh,” he soothed. “I saw you testing the feel of this around your wrist. Curiosity’s good, darlin’. How about seeing how it feels with both wrists bound up?”
Her heart rate kicked up at least twenty degrees and more liquid trickled from her sex. Her breasts felt swollen and tender. Impulsively she bit Tyler’s bottom lip.
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound. “That arouse you, Haley? When I first thought about it I figured it would. You’re a little wildcat, sugar, who I believe has an inner desire to be tamed. Right?”
“Only by you, Tyler,” she breathed.
“Then let’s see what happens, Okay?”
She nodded wordlessly. She could still barely see him in the dark and somehow that made it all seem more erotic.
In what seemed like seconds he had both hands bound behind her back, the robe gaping open, her body exposed to him. She heard his indrawn breath as he ran his hands lightly over the dips and swells of her body, pausing to tweak her nipples and slide his fingers into the wet heat of her sex.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.” His voice had a commanding tone to it now.
She widened her stance as best she could and still keep her balance.
Tyler bent his head to take first one nipple in his mouth then the other sucking them until they were swollen and taut.
“I think I probably owe you a good spanking for misbehaving earlier,” he told her in a hoarse voice, “but that can wait until next to me. Right now the sight of you with your hands tied up and my old robe hanging open has me so hot I’ve got to be inside you or explode.”
She sensed as much as saw his movements as he stripped off his clothes. His cock was fully erect and swollen with need. Lifting her with his hands at her waist he slowly lowered her onto his shaft.
“Legs wide, Haley, and wrapped around my waist. Now.”
She loved the tone of command in his voice. It gave a whole new dimension to their intimacy and aroused her more than she’d have thought possible.
She tightened her legs around him and sank fully onto his erection, taking him all the way inside her. A sigh of satisfaction whispered from her lips. Somehow not being able top touch him, to be completely at his mercy, intensified every sensation racing through her.
He shifted so he could back her against the wall, moving slowly so he was still held tightly inside her. Gripping her hard so she wouldn’t fall he pumped into her, his mouth seeking hers, his tongue licking her lips before plunging inside.
“Ohhh,” she whimpered as he thrust harder and deeper.
The climax when it broke over them was so intense she wondered if she might shatter. She could feel Tyler’s heart pounding against her, heard the ragged edge of his breath. Felt his arms tight around her holding her in place.
Finally, when the aftershocks subsided, he kissed her again then helped her lower her legs to the floor before unfastening the rope.
“I love you,” he repeated, his hands again cupping her cheeks. “Let’s never fight again.”
“Well,” she said coyly, "maybe just a little if the makeup sex is this great.”
“Everything between us will always be great. I promise.”
She nipped his chin. “Maybe you still ought to give me that spanking,” she teased. “Because I was such a bad girl.”
“And then we’ll make love again,” he murmured. “Because I believe in happy endings.”
“Me, too,” she told him, and folded herself into his arms. “Always.”

Copyright 2012 Desiree Holt

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09 February 2012

Happy Valentine’s Week

by Desiree Holt

The history of Valentine's Day the day for lovers (and great sex) — and its patron saint — is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains portions of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, just who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite?
One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men — his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.
Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.
According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first "valentine" greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl — who may have been his jailor's daughter — who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed "From your Valentine," an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.
Forget the roses. Nothing says Happy Valentine’s Day like an amazing bottle of fine wine. Pairing it will great chocolates, music, and food add up to the perfect formula for love.
But chocolate wine says it all. A special drink for lovers that appeals to all the senses. Where can you find it besides your local wine shop? Why at Valentino’s, the gourmet food and wine shoppe around which the mini-series Valentino’s Delight revolves. It’s by the Sassy Seven and is all part of the terrific new series from Decadent, The Edge. Like hot sex? Hot love? Sex with strangers?Sex with reunited lovers?All flavored with chocolate wine?
Then dip your toe into this new series.
Here’s a taste from my contribution, Lust Becomes You.

Blurb:
Kylie Monroe fell in love and in lust with Sam Cooper, reaching new highs of ecstasy as they explored the world of BDSM.  She foresaw a rich life together filled with love and erotic sex. When Sam dumped her to pursue success in the legal field, telling her there was “always tomorrow,” she never quite recovered from the hurt. Ten years passed leaving Kylie gun-shy in the love department and frustrated in the sex department. Nobody could replace Sam. Then on a snowy Valentine’s Day she had an unexpected opportunity to reconnect with him. But could Sam persuade her their love was real this time? Could he woo her back with the kind of sex she’d been missing?

Excerpt:
“Hey, Kylie. What brings you out on a night like this?” Valentino hollered to her from behind the counter where he was wrapping wine and chocolates. “Valentine’s Day and romance, like everyone else?” he laughed. “I love it.”
No wonder. Valentino’s Gourmet Food and Wine Shoppe was packed with smiling people besotted with that stupid guy in diapers. What the hell was she doing here, anyway, with all these people who thought celebrating a guy in a diaper was romantic.
Buying your annual bottle of chocolate wine, the kind you and Sam drank, and weeping over it like some idiot.
The shop was jammed tonight, people everywhere looking over the Valentine’s food basket specials and the cutesy little wine wrappers and cork screws special for the day. In the wine tasting corner people were sampling the specials of the day while others nibbled on tiny crackers and gourmet cheese while they waited their turn in line. It was enough to make you sick.
“Hey, Val,” she heard one of the clerks shout. “We making deliveries tonight?”
“Now? You gotta be kidding me. The driving’s so bad I told the kid to go home after his last stop. Who is it, anyway?”
“Sam . He wants a half a dozen bottles of that chocolate wine.”
“What?”
Kylie froze in place. Sam ? In this city? If he was ordering chocolate wine it had to be her Sam.
Hers? He hadn’t been hers in forever. Not since their last time together when he’d said they needed to get settled in their careers before getting into anything serious. Funny. She’d thought they were already serious. She’d never mentioned her desire for BDSM to any of the men she’d tried to be interested in. They’d run as fast as they could. But god, she missed it. And Sam.
Was he married? Single? Engaged? Did he even remember her?
Without thinking she hurried over pushed her way through the crowd to Val.
“I’ll deliver the wine for you.”
Val was so startled he almost dropped the bottles he was wrapping. “Kylie, it’s freezing out and we’re expecting more snow. Besides, I don’t expect my customers to fill in for my delivery guy.”
“Where does he live? Is it far?”
The people in line were groaning their dissatisfaction at the interruption.
“Only in the next block, but–“
“I know him. I think. Is he a lawyer?”
Val nodded as he continued to wrap and sack purchases.
A lawyer. Sam . Chocolate wine. It had to be the right one.
“Well, then. It will give me a good chance to say hello.” She forced a smile. “Really. Okay?”
He shrugged. “I think you’re crazy but if that’s what you want you got it.” He looked over his shoulder to the clerk still holding the phone. “Tell  his order’s on the way.”
She buttoned up her coat again and wrapped her scarf tightly. Pulled her gloves on and took the tote bag from the clerk who’d gotten it ready.


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