My manuscript for the second book in the Jen McDowell Series is nearly ready to publish. I want to proofread it one more time. While I’m doing that, I thought I’d post excerpts from it in my blog. Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter. Enjoy. If you want to catch up, purchase the first book in the series (The Throuple Private Eye—Hate Crimes) from Amazon.
MARTY AND NAVADA (Cont’d)
Something else seems a little off to her. She felt the same about Marty. Then it struck her. Navada and Marty were born and raised in Atlanta and yet hardly had an accent. She knew from her experience on the police force, most people in Atlanta don’t have a distinct Southern accent. The accent was more Midland. In these guys’ case, Jen figured after four years of college and a few years in the Army where everyone from all the over country was thrown together, the guys lost most of their accent. They hardly ever dropped a ‘fixing to’ or a ‘y’all’.
Later that night, as Jen was working late in her office, Molly texted her. Attached to her text was a selfie of Molly grinning with Marty in the background removing his artificial leg. The picture wasn’t too clear, but Jen was certain Marty was naked. She was beginning to regret not kissing Navada.
Jen couldn’t sleep, so she decided to do a background check on Marty. It was easy enough to find information on him. He was searching for work, so he had a large social media presence. After a few clicks, Jen found what she was looking for.
Marty earned a BS in engineering from Georgia Institute of Technology, also known as Georgia Tech, here in Atlanta. He had a full ROTC scholarship and was commissioned a lieutenant in the Engineers upon graduation. He served one tour in Iraq and was wounded twice. He later volunteered for a tour in Afghanistan where he was seriously wounded and lost his leg. He was awarded the silver star for his actions. Jen was impressed. She decided not to do a background check on Nevada. She wasn’t planning on seeing him again.
Prada crawled over to Jen and whined. “Shit, girl, “Jen said. “I almost forgot about you.” Jen figured she was stuck with feeding Prada and walking her before going to bed. Jonah joined her on the walked but didn’t ask her what she did earlier at night. Doc was watching a football game, actually a rerun because of the pandemic. Jen couldn’t get Navada out of her mind. It was one of those ‘coulda, shoulda, woulda’ situations. She decided if she had sex with Doc and Jonah simultaneously, she’d forget about Navada. It was not the first time she lied to herself.
Prada slept in bed with Jen, squeezed in between her and Doc with Jonah on the other side of Jen. It was a bit crowded, but Jen thought it was sweet of the boys to let Prada share the bed. The next morning, Jen got up early and gave Prada some kibble for breakfast. She then made a cheese omelet with bacon for herself. She left the omelet on the table as she made herself a cup of coffee. When she turned around, the omelet and bacon were gone. She looked at Prada’s bowl. She hadn’t touched the kibble.
“WTF? Young lady,” Jen half shouted at Prada. “Did you eat my omelet?” Prada tried to look innocent, but the bacon and cheese on her lips gave her away. Jen just laughed and made another cheese omelet with bacon.
As she was cooking, Molly came to the office to get Prada. Jen noticed she was wearing the same clothes she wore line dancing last night. “Prada’s good,” Jen said. “We just had omelets and bacon. Prada turned up her nose at the kibble.”
“Damn, Aunt Jen. You’ve spoiled her,” Molly complained half-heartedly. “I have to give her some meds, and I’ll take her home.”
Jen grinned. “So, you stayed all night with Marty? How was it?”
Molly smiled. “It was great.”
Jen chuckled. “Come on girl, I want details. Spill.”
Molly stopped smiling. “When have you ever shared any details about your sex life?”
Jen could see she offended Molly. “That’s different. We’re in a committed relationship.”
Molly put her hands on her hips. “And what am I, your neighborhood hoe?”
Jen walked over to Molly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that at all. I don’t want to fight with you over some guy. You must really like Marty.”
Molly relaxed. “Yeah. Jen, I think he might be the ‘one’.” Molly made air quotes. “We talked all night.”
Jen chuckled. “You mean you didn’t tear each other’s clothes off as soon as you got inside his place and have sex like they do in the movies?”
It was Molly’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, we did, except it takes longer with a prothesis. That was a first for me.”
“Oh?” Jen chuckled again. “I didn’t know you were a virgin.”
Molly shot a rubber band at Jen. “Very funny. I meant I had never had sex with a one-legged man.”
“But you managed somehow.”
“We managed,” Molly answered smiling. “I could get used to it.”
“So, what’s he like?” Jen asked.
“Well, he has an engineering degree from Georgia University…”
“Georgia Tech,” Jen corrected.
“His degree is from Georgia Tech, not Georgia University—two different schools.”
“So,” Molly said, a little irritated. “You checked him out already?”
To be continued…
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