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Synopsis:
Virginia’s marriage of ten years to Slater Templeton, a ruthless corporate titan, has provided her with all of the comforts she could ever imagine, but still something is missing. He is all about wealth and accumulating power and has been successful far beyond all expectations, but she has her own agenda and is obsessed with the power she leverages through her undeniable sexuality.
Together they are a force to be reckoned with. Slater is the demon and Virginia his temptress. In this loveless relationship, their only connection is the power they share while the diva within her needs more. Will her unquenchable desires lead her to keep dark secrets and to create a life for herself that will take her where most others fear to
tread?
Synopsis:
Virginia’s marriage of ten years to Slater Templeton, a ruthless corporate titan, has provided her with all of the comforts she could ever imagine, but still something is missing. He is all about wealth and accumulating power and has been successful far beyond all expectations, but she has her own agenda and is obsessed with the power she leverages through her undeniable sexuality.
Together they are a force to be reckoned with. Slater is the demon and Virginia his temptress. In this loveless relationship, their only connection is the power they share while the diva within her needs more. Will her unquenchable desires lead her to keep dark secrets and to create a life for herself that will take her where most others fear to
tread?
chapter one
Virginia Templeton arrived at her psychiatrist’s office, ten minutes late as usual. She was always late, as she rather enjoyed a grand entrance. Virginia was beautiful and knew it, tall and graceful, with hips tapering into long, slender legs. A body to die for, as they say. All heads turned when Virginia entered a room; women wanted to be her, and men just wanted her.
She was just as sexy dressed as she was undressed, as she absolutely loved fashion. Her favorite expression was “shop until you drop,” and she did just that. Virginia loved expensive clothes and shoes — oh, how she loved shoes
— and accessorized every outfit. She didn’t look at price tags and, luckily, she didn’t need to.
Virginia’s image didn’t allow her to be all smiles or say nice things, as she preferred to play the misunderstood diva and use her good looks for favors. People didn’t cross the line with Virginia often and, when they did, her wrath was like nobody else’s.
Nicholas Waters, her psychiatrist, sat behind his desk, waiting for Virginia to make the first move. Sometimes she didn’t speak during her sessions, instead just walking back and forth, angered that she was wasting her time in sessions that she loathed. The only reason she had even agreed to see a doctor was because her deceitful
husband made that a provision in their ongoing divorce proceedings. She wanted every last dime she felt she had earned in their ten-year marriage. She had smiled when she had to, and undressed when her husband wanted her. A small price to pay for getting anything and everything she wanted.
Virginia thought that Nicholas wasn’t paying attention to her, which really pissed her off. Even though he was just her psychiatrist, it was still important to her that he pay attention. Little did Virginia know that Nicholas couldn’t concentrate on anything else when she was near him.
Nicholas Waters was bound by an ethical code to avoid involving himself with his patients. But in
his mind, they were just fantasies. Desiring a woman and actually acting upon
his desire were two different things, and his fantasies usually went away after
a visit or two. Virginia Templeton was a different case. He knew it, she knew
it, and so did anyone who had ever come in contact with
her.
She had been looking
at him from the moment she arrived, but didn’t say a word. Nicholas sometimes
wondered if she knew how much he wanted her. He would imagine himself lying next
to her, consuming every inch of her sensuous body. Kissing her, touching her
breasts, wondering how he could make her happy. She was filled with desire―and,
sometimes, quite a bit of rage―but
that didn’t stop Nicholas from having tight control of his mind every time she
came for a visit. He was her psychiatrist, and that was the way it had to stay
… for now.
He was also a
married man and, regardless of his unhappiness, he had remained married to the
same woman for more than twenty years. When Nicholas met Carmella, he was a
struggling medical student with loans, minutes away from personal bankruptcy.
She was beautiful, with vibrant red hair and a sweet smile that usually
presented her in a glamorous, but guarded, light. Love never entered the
picture. Her family was very wealthy and highly visible. He knew she was the
solution to his financial problems.
Carmella’s main flaw
was that she usually had a drink in her hand at eight in the morning and
continued drinking until very late at night. She never wanted sex with him. That
didn’t mean she didn’t like sex; she just didn’t like sex with her husband. For
his part, Nicholas didn’t care about love or sex until he met
Virginia.
From the very moment
Virginia Templeton walked into his office, attitude and all, he was hooked. He
had never felt such a strong, passionate connection to anyone. Actually, he
never questioned his life as much as he did once Virginia Templeton became his
patient.
A friend of his had
referred her, and Nicholas reluctantly took her on as a patient because he felt
doing otherwise might put her on the edge of doing something horrible. She came
in with a lot of hatred and, whether she admitted it or not, he sometimes
thought they made a breakthrough. A patient who didn’t want help never got
better, but he felt she could make progress by increasing her visits to his
office.
Nicholas watched
Virginia, waiting until she was ready to start. It always took her a little bit,
as she prepared to start the sessions in her own way.
After strutting
around the office, Virginia kicked off her leopard, four-inch Stuart Weitzman
pumps and sat her ass right smack in the middle of Nicholas’s desk. She was
wearing a very tight, black leather skirt, and a see-through, white lace shirt.
Because she was all leg when she crossed them, which she liked to do, Nicholas
could see her black lace panties and the tiny rose tattoo on her upper right
thigh.
“So, Nick, where
shall I begin today?” Nicholas didn’t answer, and that angered her more than he
knew. “What the fuck? Help me out here, Doc. I need some
answers.”
For months,
everything Nicholas had tried had completely pissed her off. At that moment, he
felt she might be ready for a breakthrough, and quietly let her
continue.
“Okay, let me tell
you what happened last night,” she went on. “Slater, my loving, sweet jerk of a
husband was out of town. I got in my car, went right back to my old stomping
grounds, drank too much, and fucked a whole lot of times. Since you didn’t ask
who I was with, let me tell you. Two men were in my bed last night. One was very
tall, with dark curly hair. The other was very short with a long blonde
ponytail, kind of a freaky looking guy. One was on my right and one was on my
left. Blondie had one finger in my ass and the other dark, sexy guy, who looked
a lot like you, was in my cunt. What do you think about
that?”
Nicholas began to
write notes. All thoughts of him having a conversation with his patient were off
the board for now. He was so busy picturing the details that he couldn’t really
concentrate. He was so far away from where he should be ethically that he
stopped himself, took a breath, and then continued with his
notes.
Virginia took full
advantage of the moment, as she quickly scooted off his desk and proceeded to
strut around the office. “Wow, Doc, when did you get that picture-perfect
plant?” She didn’t actually give a shit about the plant on the floor; she just
wanted Nicholas to enjoy the view as she leaned down to touch it. “Follow me,
Doc.” Bending down even lower, she spread her legs, once again exposing her
lace-covered bottom. Then, just as quickly as she had lowered herself, she stood
up, turned around, and smiled
beautifully.
“You know, Nick,
you’re such a bore. You just sit there and write and write and write. Come on.
Say something. Do you ever answer your patients, or do you like to totally piss
them off? If that was your intention, it worked. You win. I’m totally pissed
off.”
Nicholas could sense
her anger boiling over, and watched in anticipation that Virginia might actually
be feeling something. She was just about to explode; he knew it, but chose not
to stop it from happening. Sometimes that was all a patient needed to break
through the barriers they’d surrounded themselves with. He also had to keep
reminding himself of what was ethical. He was in danger of crossing the line,
and he knew it. He hoped his feelings weren’t transparent to Virginia.
“I hate boring men,”
she continued, as she paraded around the room. “My father was boring. He rarely
talked, and he never smiled. You can write that in your little notebook. My
father was a piece of shit―a
mean, selfish asshole. He never talked to me or treated me like his daughter.
He had no love in him; that’s what my mother used to say. He had no soul, and I
didn’t even cry when he killed himself. It was no loss to anyone. There are two
things I hate in men. A man who doesn’t smile, and a man who acts like he’s
better than me.”
Nicholas glanced
down at his watch, realizing that Virginia was getting more agitated. There was
usually a moment during her treatments that pushed her to the top. The moment
varied, but the pattern always repeated.
“Is my time up?” she
asked. “Even if it’s not, it’s time for me to go. We’re getting nowhere today.
As a matter of fact, I think today will be my last visit. I don’t need to be
here. Time is money. Face it, Nick, you can’t help me. No one
can.”
Nicholas decided it
was now or never. “Virginia, sit down and stop pacing. Let’s go with what you
just said. You do want me to help you, don’t
you?”
“No, I don’t think
so. How would you feel if you were seven years old and your father pulled out a
gun and pointed it at your mother? Then shot her, took the same damn gun and
shot himself in the head while his daughter watched? I watched that! What kind
of a person does that to his child?” She was quite proud of herself for once
again coming up with a good story. “What makes it worse was my phony foster
parents stuck me in the attic with ten other kids. Sometimes I looked around the
attic and wondered how my life could ever be anything but dreadful and
confusing. There were days when I didn’t even feel human.” Oh, she was so good
at this.
“Okay, Virginia. Now
that you have told me what happened to you, and you think I bought it, let’s
begin all over again. Every time you come here, you tell me a different story.
This time, tell me the truth. Then maybe, just maybe, I can help you.”
“Fuck you, Nick!”
she growled. “That was the truth.”
“Okay, then. Tell me
how and why you married a man you didn’t
love.”
Virginia began to
laugh. “You don’t really think I come here for your advice. Do you? I come here
because my asshole husband makes me come here. He won’t give me my fair share in
the divorce unless I agree to have some therapy. He wants to ease his
conscience. He’s afraid he’ll look bad if I go off the deep end, and he doesn’t
want any headlines. A man like Slater puts himself before
anyone.”
Nicholas returned to
his desk, which served as his safety net. He could sense Virginia was getting
quite angry, and wasn’t sure if he should push during this session. Usually,
that only infuriated her more, causing her to tell more lies.
“Okay, Nick. Since
we’re having this nice little chat, let me tell you what I think. My husband
wants to fix me and set me free. Women like me don’t get fixed. We like men,
sex, and booze. We drink for fun and fuck like crazy. What’s so wrong with that?
If it feels good, why not? I hate to think that being in love is enough for
anyone.”
After thinking for a
moment, Nick figured it was time to talk. “Believe it or not, love is enough for
many people. One day, you will be in love, and maybe that will be enough for you
too.”
“Oh, really? Are you
in love with your wife? Do you even have a wife? I don’t know anything about
you, other than I want to fuck you. And I think you want to fuck me. I don’t do
normal, and I don’t think you do either. Or let me put it another way. You might
do normal, but you don’t really like normal.”
Nicholas was on his
way to understanding her convoluted view of what she was all about. He didn’t
soften just yet, but he was on his way. He didn’t want to compromise, but he was
a man. Virginia had gotten to him even with all his armor; she knew how to dig
deep. He was very close to giving in to his fantasy, and she knew she had
finally penetrated into his soul. It was, she thought, her
moment.
Game on! She was
euphoric. “I bet if you let me get you in the sack, we would be born again as
one. If you allowed me to slowly undress you, button by button, and then gently
massage every morsel of your being. My lips would embrace that cock of yours and
you, my dear doctor, would never be the same. I promise you that! I can take you
on a journey that will totally overwhelm you, and you will be mine forever, or
for as long as I want you.” A sultry smile spread across her
face.
Virginia found
herself moving as close to Nicholas as she possibly could. She could barely
breathe. Her breasts pressed against his chest, she could feel his hardness
against her. He didn’t feel like other men. He was distant and completely
disconnected from her. To her surprise, he showed no reaction. He just stared at
her in silence.
Being this close to
a man who seemed to feel nothing was quite disturbing to her ego. Every man she
knew would have reacted quite differently. Although, she was excited by the
challenge he presented. She straightened her shoulders, not allowing herself to
be weak.
Nicholas wanted to
forget that he was her doctor and instead take her in his arms. He was uncertain
how long he could resist, but he knew there would be no turning back once he
gave in. He stepped back, putting some distance between
them.
His rejection
angered Virginia. “You’re not the right doctor for me. Tell me why you took my
case. Your practice was full, but you added me to your patient load. Did you
really think you could help me?”
“Yes, of course I
thought I could help you.”
“Then why the fuck
aren’t you helping me?” she spat.
“Because you don’t
want help. You have repeatedly told me one lie after another. I can’t perform
miracles.”
“Screw you, Nick.
Screw you. I don’t like to waste time and today, as usual, I am wasting my time.
The only thing left is for us to go to bed together. I know you want me, I can
tell. But you can’t do it if you’re my
doctor.”
“Virginia, sit your
ass down. I’m your doctor, not your lover. Why would you think that I want to go
to bed with you?” His patience was wearing
thin.
“Because every man
wants me,” she purred, again closing the distance between them. Reaching for his
belt, she began to slowly lower his zipper. “You want me and I know
it.”
“Virginia, you need
to leave. Now. As of this very moment, my services as a doctor are
over.”
Virginia backed off.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Oh, but I do. Watch
this.”
Nicholas wrote on
his notepad, “Virginia Templeton’s sessions have ended as of July 9.” He signed
the paperwork to make it official, then pointed to the door.
“You need to leave
right now.”
Virginia strolled
out of the office, not looking back. She refused to let Nicholas see the tears
in her eyes. He had won, and she hated that.
Nicholas took
several deep breaths, relieved to have resisted her very tempting offer. Their
sessions had ended, and only time would tell if he would miss her. If he was
honest with himself at that moment, though, he was disappointed at the thought
of never seeing her again.
Virginia Templeton arrived at her psychiatrist’s office, ten minutes late as usual. She was always late, as she rather enjoyed a grand entrance. Virginia was beautiful and knew it, tall and graceful, with hips tapering into long, slender legs. A body to die for, as they say. All heads turned when Virginia entered a room; women wanted to be her, and men just wanted her.
She was just as sexy dressed as she was undressed, as she absolutely loved fashion. Her favorite expression was “shop until you drop,” and she did just that. Virginia loved expensive clothes and shoes — oh, how she loved shoes
— and accessorized every outfit. She didn’t look at price tags and, luckily, she didn’t need to.
Virginia’s image didn’t allow her to be all smiles or say nice things, as she preferred to play the misunderstood diva and use her good looks for favors. People didn’t cross the line with Virginia often and, when they did, her wrath was like nobody else’s.
Nicholas Waters, her psychiatrist, sat behind his desk, waiting for Virginia to make the first move. Sometimes she didn’t speak during her sessions, instead just walking back and forth, angered that she was wasting her time in sessions that she loathed. The only reason she had even agreed to see a doctor was because her deceitful
husband made that a provision in their ongoing divorce proceedings. She wanted every last dime she felt she had earned in their ten-year marriage. She had smiled when she had to, and undressed when her husband wanted her. A small price to pay for getting anything and everything she wanted.
Virginia thought that Nicholas wasn’t paying attention to her, which really pissed her off. Even though he was just her psychiatrist, it was still important to her that he pay attention. Little did Virginia know that Nicholas couldn’t concentrate on anything else when she was near him.
Nicholas Waters was bound by an ethical code to avoid involving himself with his patients. But in
his mind, they were just fantasies. Desiring a woman and actually acting upon
his desire were two different things, and his fantasies usually went away after
a visit or two. Virginia Templeton was a different case. He knew it, she knew
it, and so did anyone who had ever come in contact with
her.
She had been looking
at him from the moment she arrived, but didn’t say a word. Nicholas sometimes
wondered if she knew how much he wanted her. He would imagine himself lying next
to her, consuming every inch of her sensuous body. Kissing her, touching her
breasts, wondering how he could make her happy. She was filled with desire―and,
sometimes, quite a bit of rage―but
that didn’t stop Nicholas from having tight control of his mind every time she
came for a visit. He was her psychiatrist, and that was the way it had to stay
… for now.
He was also a
married man and, regardless of his unhappiness, he had remained married to the
same woman for more than twenty years. When Nicholas met Carmella, he was a
struggling medical student with loans, minutes away from personal bankruptcy.
She was beautiful, with vibrant red hair and a sweet smile that usually
presented her in a glamorous, but guarded, light. Love never entered the
picture. Her family was very wealthy and highly visible. He knew she was the
solution to his financial problems.
Carmella’s main flaw
was that she usually had a drink in her hand at eight in the morning and
continued drinking until very late at night. She never wanted sex with him. That
didn’t mean she didn’t like sex; she just didn’t like sex with her husband. For
his part, Nicholas didn’t care about love or sex until he met
Virginia.
From the very moment
Virginia Templeton walked into his office, attitude and all, he was hooked. He
had never felt such a strong, passionate connection to anyone. Actually, he
never questioned his life as much as he did once Virginia Templeton became his
patient.
A friend of his had
referred her, and Nicholas reluctantly took her on as a patient because he felt
doing otherwise might put her on the edge of doing something horrible. She came
in with a lot of hatred and, whether she admitted it or not, he sometimes
thought they made a breakthrough. A patient who didn’t want help never got
better, but he felt she could make progress by increasing her visits to his
office.
Nicholas watched
Virginia, waiting until she was ready to start. It always took her a little bit,
as she prepared to start the sessions in her own way.
After strutting
around the office, Virginia kicked off her leopard, four-inch Stuart Weitzman
pumps and sat her ass right smack in the middle of Nicholas’s desk. She was
wearing a very tight, black leather skirt, and a see-through, white lace shirt.
Because she was all leg when she crossed them, which she liked to do, Nicholas
could see her black lace panties and the tiny rose tattoo on her upper right
thigh.
“So, Nick, where
shall I begin today?” Nicholas didn’t answer, and that angered her more than he
knew. “What the fuck? Help me out here, Doc. I need some
answers.”
For months,
everything Nicholas had tried had completely pissed her off. At that moment, he
felt she might be ready for a breakthrough, and quietly let her
continue.
“Okay, let me tell
you what happened last night,” she went on. “Slater, my loving, sweet jerk of a
husband was out of town. I got in my car, went right back to my old stomping
grounds, drank too much, and fucked a whole lot of times. Since you didn’t ask
who I was with, let me tell you. Two men were in my bed last night. One was very
tall, with dark curly hair. The other was very short with a long blonde
ponytail, kind of a freaky looking guy. One was on my right and one was on my
left. Blondie had one finger in my ass and the other dark, sexy guy, who looked
a lot like you, was in my cunt. What do you think about
that?”
Nicholas began to
write notes. All thoughts of him having a conversation with his patient were off
the board for now. He was so busy picturing the details that he couldn’t really
concentrate. He was so far away from where he should be ethically that he
stopped himself, took a breath, and then continued with his
notes.
Virginia took full
advantage of the moment, as she quickly scooted off his desk and proceeded to
strut around the office. “Wow, Doc, when did you get that picture-perfect
plant?” She didn’t actually give a shit about the plant on the floor; she just
wanted Nicholas to enjoy the view as she leaned down to touch it. “Follow me,
Doc.” Bending down even lower, she spread her legs, once again exposing her
lace-covered bottom. Then, just as quickly as she had lowered herself, she stood
up, turned around, and smiled
beautifully.
“You know, Nick,
you’re such a bore. You just sit there and write and write and write. Come on.
Say something. Do you ever answer your patients, or do you like to totally piss
them off? If that was your intention, it worked. You win. I’m totally pissed
off.”
Nicholas could sense
her anger boiling over, and watched in anticipation that Virginia might actually
be feeling something. She was just about to explode; he knew it, but chose not
to stop it from happening. Sometimes that was all a patient needed to break
through the barriers they’d surrounded themselves with. He also had to keep
reminding himself of what was ethical. He was in danger of crossing the line,
and he knew it. He hoped his feelings weren’t transparent to Virginia.
“I hate boring men,”
she continued, as she paraded around the room. “My father was boring. He rarely
talked, and he never smiled. You can write that in your little notebook. My
father was a piece of shit―a
mean, selfish asshole. He never talked to me or treated me like his daughter.
He had no love in him; that’s what my mother used to say. He had no soul, and I
didn’t even cry when he killed himself. It was no loss to anyone. There are two
things I hate in men. A man who doesn’t smile, and a man who acts like he’s
better than me.”
Nicholas glanced
down at his watch, realizing that Virginia was getting more agitated. There was
usually a moment during her treatments that pushed her to the top. The moment
varied, but the pattern always repeated.
“Is my time up?” she
asked. “Even if it’s not, it’s time for me to go. We’re getting nowhere today.
As a matter of fact, I think today will be my last visit. I don’t need to be
here. Time is money. Face it, Nick, you can’t help me. No one
can.”
Nicholas decided it
was now or never. “Virginia, sit down and stop pacing. Let’s go with what you
just said. You do want me to help you, don’t
you?”
“No, I don’t think
so. How would you feel if you were seven years old and your father pulled out a
gun and pointed it at your mother? Then shot her, took the same damn gun and
shot himself in the head while his daughter watched? I watched that! What kind
of a person does that to his child?” She was quite proud of herself for once
again coming up with a good story. “What makes it worse was my phony foster
parents stuck me in the attic with ten other kids. Sometimes I looked around the
attic and wondered how my life could ever be anything but dreadful and
confusing. There were days when I didn’t even feel human.” Oh, she was so good
at this.
“Okay, Virginia. Now
that you have told me what happened to you, and you think I bought it, let’s
begin all over again. Every time you come here, you tell me a different story.
This time, tell me the truth. Then maybe, just maybe, I can help you.”
“Fuck you, Nick!”
she growled. “That was the truth.”
“Okay, then. Tell me
how and why you married a man you didn’t
love.”
Virginia began to
laugh. “You don’t really think I come here for your advice. Do you? I come here
because my asshole husband makes me come here. He won’t give me my fair share in
the divorce unless I agree to have some therapy. He wants to ease his
conscience. He’s afraid he’ll look bad if I go off the deep end, and he doesn’t
want any headlines. A man like Slater puts himself before
anyone.”
Nicholas returned to
his desk, which served as his safety net. He could sense Virginia was getting
quite angry, and wasn’t sure if he should push during this session. Usually,
that only infuriated her more, causing her to tell more lies.
“Okay, Nick. Since
we’re having this nice little chat, let me tell you what I think. My husband
wants to fix me and set me free. Women like me don’t get fixed. We like men,
sex, and booze. We drink for fun and fuck like crazy. What’s so wrong with that?
If it feels good, why not? I hate to think that being in love is enough for
anyone.”
After thinking for a
moment, Nick figured it was time to talk. “Believe it or not, love is enough for
many people. One day, you will be in love, and maybe that will be enough for you
too.”
“Oh, really? Are you
in love with your wife? Do you even have a wife? I don’t know anything about
you, other than I want to fuck you. And I think you want to fuck me. I don’t do
normal, and I don’t think you do either. Or let me put it another way. You might
do normal, but you don’t really like normal.”
Nicholas was on his
way to understanding her convoluted view of what she was all about. He didn’t
soften just yet, but he was on his way. He didn’t want to compromise, but he was
a man. Virginia had gotten to him even with all his armor; she knew how to dig
deep. He was very close to giving in to his fantasy, and she knew she had
finally penetrated into his soul. It was, she thought, her
moment.
Game on! She was
euphoric. “I bet if you let me get you in the sack, we would be born again as
one. If you allowed me to slowly undress you, button by button, and then gently
massage every morsel of your being. My lips would embrace that cock of yours and
you, my dear doctor, would never be the same. I promise you that! I can take you
on a journey that will totally overwhelm you, and you will be mine forever, or
for as long as I want you.” A sultry smile spread across her
face.
Virginia found
herself moving as close to Nicholas as she possibly could. She could barely
breathe. Her breasts pressed against his chest, she could feel his hardness
against her. He didn’t feel like other men. He was distant and completely
disconnected from her. To her surprise, he showed no reaction. He just stared at
her in silence.
Being this close to
a man who seemed to feel nothing was quite disturbing to her ego. Every man she
knew would have reacted quite differently. Although, she was excited by the
challenge he presented. She straightened her shoulders, not allowing herself to
be weak.
Nicholas wanted to
forget that he was her doctor and instead take her in his arms. He was uncertain
how long he could resist, but he knew there would be no turning back once he
gave in. He stepped back, putting some distance between
them.
His rejection
angered Virginia. “You’re not the right doctor for me. Tell me why you took my
case. Your practice was full, but you added me to your patient load. Did you
really think you could help me?”
“Yes, of course I
thought I could help you.”
“Then why the fuck
aren’t you helping me?” she spat.
“Because you don’t
want help. You have repeatedly told me one lie after another. I can’t perform
miracles.”
“Screw you, Nick.
Screw you. I don’t like to waste time and today, as usual, I am wasting my time.
The only thing left is for us to go to bed together. I know you want me, I can
tell. But you can’t do it if you’re my
doctor.”
“Virginia, sit your
ass down. I’m your doctor, not your lover. Why would you think that I want to go
to bed with you?” His patience was wearing
thin.
“Because every man
wants me,” she purred, again closing the distance between them. Reaching for his
belt, she began to slowly lower his zipper. “You want me and I know
it.”
“Virginia, you need
to leave. Now. As of this very moment, my services as a doctor are
over.”
Virginia backed off.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Oh, but I do. Watch
this.”
Nicholas wrote on
his notepad, “Virginia Templeton’s sessions have ended as of July 9.” He signed
the paperwork to make it official, then pointed to the door.
“You need to leave
right now.”
Virginia strolled
out of the office, not looking back. She refused to let Nicholas see the tears
in her eyes. He had won, and she hated that.
Nicholas took
several deep breaths, relieved to have resisted her very tempting offer. Their
sessions had ended, and only time would tell if he would miss her. If he was
honest with himself at that moment, though, he was disappointed at the thought
of never seeing her again.
Author Bio:
Marsha Casper Cook is the author of 10 published books and 11
feature-length screenplays. Her published works include LOVE
CHANGES, a contemporary romance novel, and TO
LIFE, a non-fiction biography about being a teenager and surviving the
Holocaust. She has also written four books for young children, SNACK
ATTACK ,THE MAGICAL LEAPING
LIZARD POTION and the poetry collection THE
BUSY BUS. Her book NO CLUES NO
SHOES is the first of the Emelina Hewitt and her dog Stanley
series. Marsha's latest work and her first in a romance collection, VIRGINIA
TEMPLETON STORIES has just been released in
paperback and she is currently working on LEO
LOVES GRACIE characters taken from her screenplay Prince Charming which
will be out after the first of the year.
Since early 2010, Marsha has
hosted radio shows on Blog Talk Radio. She and Virginia Grenier,the other half
of World Of Ink Network Blog Talk Radio, have been doing shows for almost four
years. Her show "A Good Story Is A Good Story" is about writing.Marsha does
discuss many subjects on her radio shows but her love of writing draws her to
talk to other authors and marketing experts.
She will be adding
different shows this year with her partner at World Of Ink Network, Virginia
Grenier. Marsha is also is doing Radio Book Launches with Marnie McNiff and
Virginia Grenier with Michigan Avenue Media.Inc. specializing in Children's
Books, Romance and Thrillers.
Join Marsha at Blog Talk Radio where she does her WORLD OF INK
NETWORK radio shows. http://www.worldofinknetwork.com.
Author
Links:
Website
- http://www.michiganavenuemedia.com/the-virginia-templeton-stories-.html
http://michiganavenuemedia.com/marsha-casper-cook.html
Radio Shows
http://www.worldofinknetwork.com/meet-the-hosts.html
Blogs
http://www.virginiatempleton.blogspot.com/
Social network
https://twitter.com/mba3308
Marsha Casper Cook is the author of 10 published books and 11
feature-length screenplays. Her published works include LOVE
CHANGES, a contemporary romance novel, and TO
LIFE, a non-fiction biography about being a teenager and surviving the
Holocaust. She has also written four books for young children, SNACK
ATTACK ,THE MAGICAL LEAPING
LIZARD POTION and the poetry collection THE
BUSY BUS. Her book NO CLUES NO
SHOES is the first of the Emelina Hewitt and her dog Stanley
series. Marsha's latest work and her first in a romance collection, VIRGINIA
TEMPLETON STORIES has just been released in
paperback and she is currently working on LEO
LOVES GRACIE characters taken from her screenplay Prince Charming which
will be out after the first of the year.
Since early 2010, Marsha has
hosted radio shows on Blog Talk Radio. She and Virginia Grenier,the other half
of World Of Ink Network Blog Talk Radio, have been doing shows for almost four
years. Her show "A Good Story Is A Good Story" is about writing.Marsha does
discuss many subjects on her radio shows but her love of writing draws her to
talk to other authors and marketing experts.
She will be adding
different shows this year with her partner at World Of Ink Network, Virginia
Grenier. Marsha is also is doing Radio Book Launches with Marnie McNiff and
Virginia Grenier with Michigan Avenue Media.Inc. specializing in Children's
Books, Romance and Thrillers.
Join Marsha at Blog Talk Radio where she does her WORLD OF INK
NETWORK radio shows. http://www.worldofinknetwork.com.
Author
Links:
Website
- http://www.michiganavenuemedia.com/the-virginia-templeton-stories-.html
http://michiganavenuemedia.com/marsha-casper-cook.html
Radio Shows
http://www.worldofinknetwork.com/meet-the-hosts.html
Blogs
http://www.virginiatempleton.blogspot.com/
Social network
https://twitter.com/mba3308
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