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Hello all! My name is V.L. Locey. I am a self-published and
traditionally published author that lives in the mountains of Pennsylvania with
my husband of over twenty-one years, my sixteen year old daughter, a herd of
dairy goats, chickens, geese, ducks, turkeys, two dogs, two cats, and a
partridge in a pear tree. For more info about me and contact links, check out
the author bio tab up above.
I`ll be starting a new series just for Storytime Trysts
today. It`s a contemporary romance titled Wind
inWhite Birch and continues the
story of Dana and Jonah`s budding romance.
My goal for this story is to keep every issue between one
thousand and fifteen hundred words. That won`t be easy for me. I am very wordy, but, I`ll give it my best
shot! So, shall we get to the romance?
Wind in White
Tomes A ‘Plenty Bookstore
“Here I thought you were tidying
up the erotica section, not taking notes.”
I spun around, the incendiary
copy of Delta of Venus nearly
flipping from my sweaty palms. Katie, my boss and the owner of the book store I
work in, caught Ms. Nin`s erotic masterpiece before it hit the hardwood floor.
“I thought I saw a spider crawl
into it,” I lied neatly, tugging the book from her then shoving it back into
its place on the bowing shelf. I continued to stare at the spines of tomes
hoping her damned red eyebrow would go back down. When I peeked to the left the
ginger was the poster child for the disbelieving.
“Right. A spider. Well, lunch is
here,” she said, patting my shoulder then weaving past an older woman perusing
the erotica section. I smiled guiltily then hurried in the opposite direction,
hoping a slow stroll through non-fiction would ease my scarlet cheeks.
I really hadn`t meant to read
it. I just thought since it was slow and Katie was off grabbing pizza, I`d skim
the book just to ensure I had a good grasp of the content in case a customer
asked. That`s my story and I`m sticking to it. Planning on a peek I somehow ended
up reading and having lurid images of slowly undressing Jonah Big Deer filling my
mind and making my breathing shaky. In my mind I could still hear the sound of
the zipper on his jeans being tugged down tooth by tantalizing tooth.
Shit. I paused by the frosty
window then laid my cheek to the frigid glass. That helped. I needed to strip
naked and plaster my body to the icy window. I bet the pedestrians hurrying down
22nd Street would be impressed! I was out of control, plain and
Trailing my fingers over the
books as I passed I felt the calming reassurance books always bestow settling
into my soul. Katie, and the small pepperoni with extra cheese, was waiting for
me behind the counter. I shoved a stack of advanced readers copies aside then
pulled over a stool. Our store was tiny yet homey with every square inch filled
“Remind me to take down the
Christmas lights,” Katie said, placing a gooey slice on a foam plate.
“You could leave them there and
call them Valentine`s lights,” I offered, waving a slice at the front windows.
I took a bite and sighed. Food was a damned poor substitute for a tall Seneca
man but it would have to do. I took two more bites. My cheeks were stretched
and chewing was somewhat difficult.
“Substituting dough and
mozzarella for dick won`t help,” my boss said. After I stopped choking I gaped
at her openly. I love Katie, I do. I love her kinky red hair, her freckles, and
her wardrobe which never stepped out of the sixties although she`s only fifteen
years older than me. Hell I even love her cranky tuxedo cat Bongo Drum, the
store feline. But her propensity for frank speech leaves me slack-jawed at
times. That`s why I deal with the customers and Katie deals with everything
“FYI, Madame Sex Fiend, I am not substituting dough and mozzarella
for whatever you said.”
“She said dick,” the old lady
from the erotica section interceded, laying her copy of Erica Jong`s Seducing the Demon down beside a
sleeping Bongo cat. Katie snorted then pulled a circle of pepperoni from her
slice. The cheese was being stubborn.
“Can I get you anything else?” I
asked. The grey-haired darling shook her head. I rung her up, bagged up her
book and wished her a happy Thursday. Once the little thing shoved her way into
the bitter cold of a Pittsburgh January I turned to the woman in a long denim
skirt and a frothy tie-dyed shirt. “You are incorrigible,” I told her flatly.
“I know, but the truth is the
truth. When are you planning on calling that stud from the Finger Lakes?” Katie
asked, placing her pizza aside to twist open a bottle of spring water. The
store was empty now. The heater was pushing the red and green lights around in
the front windows. The smell of warm books and pizza blew throughout the store.
I shook my head and slung a leg over my stool.
“I`m not calling him,” I told
her, laying a paper towel over my black slacks, “Do you know how desperate that
would sound? ‘Hi Jonah, it`s me, Dana. Listen, I`m such a loser I have nothing
in my life besides my son and work. Can you drive down and make me feel loved?’”
“Don`t say that, you`ll scare the young buck to death. Just call him, tell him
you`re horny and invite him down for a good screw. I guarantee you he`ll break
land speed records to get here, you`ll get laid, and my erotica section will be
less drool speckled.”
“Oh my God, you are so sick,” I
said, absently pawing for my cell in my pants pocket as I stared at my employer
in shock. Katie shrugged and muttered something only she and Bongo could
understand. Glancing at my incoming I grimaced.
“Hey grandma, what`s up?” I
The rather taut voice of my
grandmother exploded into my ear. “Dana, is there a parking slot in front of
I stood up and squinted at the street.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say no but I knew the Clairton Corp were
already near. I sighed and told her that yes, there was a spot open. No sooner
had the words left my mouth did my grandmother`s silver Cadillac ran over the
curb outside. Not bothering to drive back off the curb, five old women exited
the Caddy. My grandmother and my four great-aunts, out for their weekly
Thursday shopping run in the city.
I crossed myself as the bells
over the door jingled.