Swerve (eBook, ePUB) - Jones, Amarinda
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"Jim, I'm going to" Swerve stiffened suddenly and nearly dropped the phone. It was like a bolt of lightning had charged up his spine and set his whole being alight. He closed his eyes and savored the rush. It was her. He could feel it. "I have to go. Yeah man, I'll call you back when I've had more time to think about it." He smiled. "Come on, Jim, me do something stupid?" Swerve was not surprised by his colleague's words. He had done some rash things in the past. But that was then. Now, he had the future to deal with and it was walking towards him on size eight Doc Martens. "Talk to the others…mehr

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"Jim, I'm going to" Swerve stiffened suddenly and nearly dropped the phone. It was like a bolt of lightning had charged up his spine and set his whole being alight. He closed his eyes and savored the rush. It was her. He could feel it. "I have to go. Yeah man, I'll call you back when I've had more time to think about it." He smiled. "Come on, Jim, me do something stupid?" Swerve was not surprised by his colleague's words. He had done some rash things in the past. But that was then. Now, he had the future to deal with and it was walking towards him on size eight Doc Martens. "Talk to the others and let me know what they think." Swerve snapped off the phone and turned to face the woman he knew was walking towards him unaware that they were each going to change the other's life.
He smiled as he watched Mary Dalton move with a purposefulness he saw in few people. He suspected if anyone got in her way she would have coolly told them to get out of it. He knew all about Mary and what he knew he liked. A lot. From the top of her mid brown hair to the non-office approved Doc Marten boots that stopped her boring blue plaid work shirt and navy pants from looking too frumpy, she was the woman he wanted. "I cannot wait to get to know her better." His gaze roamed her face taking in the thin sheen of sweat on her upper lip and the clever brown eyes that he suspected saw everything but revealed little. He liked that in a woman. Unraveling a mystery was fun. And this one? If the keenness of her mind matched the enticing curves of her voluptuous body, Swerve knew he would never let this woman go. It would be beyond his will to do so.
He waited until she was level with him and smiled. Her eyes narrowed then opened wide as if she was remembering something, He felt her gaze on his hair and shoulders. Yeah. She remembers me.
"Hey, beautiful lady. I'm a wayward traveler on the crooked path of life and I'm looking for a woman to share my riches with me." His airhead, dopey sounding alter-ego came naturally to his lips. He used that to disarm and confuse people. It was better than a cloak and it threw people off the real reason he was with them.
She stopped and looked at him coolly. "Bollocks."
Yeah, Socia was right. This one is mine.

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Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.