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Needless to say the picture above certainly stirs some romantic and sensual ideas. I love the way one picture, one song, one scent or one flavor can just as easily create a memory as it can resurrect it. There are times I hear a song and it transports me right to the moment I first heard it. The same with a scent or a flavor...like pierogis. Everytime I taste them, I can picture myself with my grandmother sharing a plate after school.
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Here's a peek at Whisper Sweet Nothings ...
Sarah Cole never expected to find
herself divorced and nearly broke at the age of thirty-four, no less working
part-time as a phone sex operator for Whisper Sweet Nothings.
News of his impending deployment
turns Lt. Samuel Meade's world upside down, and he finds himself alone to face
the unknown when unexpectedly abandoned by his girlfriend.
Eager to help him shake the blues,
friends set him up with Whisper Sweet Nothings for a little fun before deployment.
Not wanting to seem ungrateful or endure the merciless ribbing of his buddies,
he goes ahead with the call, expecting the worst.
Instead, he finds Sherry (aka Sarah Cole), a kindred soul
as seemingly lost as he is.
Scarred in more ways than one
during his deployment, Sam returns stateside suffering from PTSD and a painful
leg injury. Convincing himself that he is as broken as his dream of pursuing
her, he gives himself over to despair.
Unbeknownst to them, with the help
of a friend, they find themselves face to face, embarking on a journey of
self-discovery, acceptance and a once in a lifetime love.
Solely responsible for the care of
her grandmother, she's willing to do whatever she needs to care for the woman
who raised her, even if it means foregoing her dream to sing.
Neither could have imagined the instant
bond forged that night, the foundation for a friendship that would span nearly
a year. Sharing heartfelt letters with a woman he's never met, Sam finds
himself falling for her.
Here's an excerpt ...
Sarah jumped when the phone finally rang, staring at the
console like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move. What the hell was
she doing? This was insane, an
introverted, thirty-something, afraid-of-her-own-shadow architect-wannabe
trying to pass herself off as a phone sex operator? She'd lost her mind.
"Are you going to get that or what?" Rachel
chided. Sarah looked helplessly to her designated trainer.
"You can do this. Remember why you are doing this, sweetie. It makes it easier. I'll be
nearby," the woman reassured her.
Sarah nodded, adjusting her headset and reaching over to
press the flashing button—the button that would lead her down a path she'd
never pictured herself traversing, especially not at this point in her life.
When she began training, she'd been asked to pick a name
for herself and had chosen Sherry. It had a sweet, girl-next-door quality to it
unlike her actual name. Her eccentric, literary-minded mother had thought it a wonderful idea to name her only daughter
Scheherazade, although most of her friends called her Sarah. Tonight, though,
she was Sherry, a sexy voiced
seductress on the other end of a telephone entertaining horny men and perverts
and…
Stop! You can do this Sarah. If you could
live through one of the most brutal divorces in recorded history, you can do
this.
"Hello, this is Sherry. Welcome to Whisper Sweet
Nothings…have you called us before?" she asked sweetly even though her
hands shook and her heart pounded painfully within her chest. Quickly, she
glanced at the computer screen to scan a few details about her caller.
"Uh, no…this is…well, this is my first time
calling."
Given she was new she'd been told she would get the
undecided first-timers or the clients who wanted a more vanilla experience. Most of the women here had a specialty…BDSM,
fetish, gay/lesbian, etc. As she trained, she could add to her repertoire if
she chose which would increase her moneymaking potential.
"Not to worry. That's why they put you in my very
capable hands. I will take care of you. What's your name?" she asked,
pulling out the scripts she had studied ad nauseum.
"Sam. My name is Sam. Know what…this was a mistake.
I…I should go. I'm sorry, ma'am…I didn't mean to waste your time and…"
She could hear his voice trembling and her heart went out to
him. He was as nervous as she was. "Sam…listen to me. I probably shouldn't
tell you this, but would it make you feel better to know that this is my first time too?"
She caught the look of disdain from Rachel who shook her
head from side to side, obviously a mistake and likely not to be her first. Sorry, she mouthed, turning her
attention back to Sam.
"I think you are just saying that to keep me on the
line."
She smiled. "No, this really is my first time. I'll make you a deal. We take this one-step
at a time…together. How does that
sound?"
There was a moment of silence and she thought she'd lost
him. Her heart sank.
"That sounds fine."
"So tell me…what is it you were looking for when you
called me tonight?"
