Back for Seconds
a Contemporary Romance
by Ginger Voight
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EXCERPT
“What are you doing Friday night?”
His question startled her. “What? Why?”
He touched her arm, trailing goosebumps after his gentle fingers. “Let’s meet for drinks at the Ranch.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
She was quickly tiring of his uncomfortable questions. “I’m still married for one,” she snapped.
He grabbed her left hand, lifting it up to inspect her bare third finger. “I don’t see any rings on these fingers.” His potent eyes met hers.
She trembled and cursed the slight curl of his lips that indicated he had felt it. “You’re too young.”
He stepped closer and she very nearly stepped back. Despite the thirteen-year age difference, he was very much a man. “You may have a point,” he said softly as he studied her face. “But maybe there’s a way we could level the playing field.”
She swallowed hard. “How’s that?”
He took her hand in his, brushing his thumb rhythmically against her sensitive palm. She very nearly groaned out loud. “Age is about power, right? The deck is stacked in favor of the older person, who has wisdom and experience to seduce someone young and naïve.” For some reason Joely thought about Jena. Her throat tightened until it felt like she was swallowing rocks.
“So what do you suggest?”
He closed the small gap between them. “You have to let go of the power.”
Again she shuddered. She had no idea what he meant by that, and was both terrified and exhilarated. “How do I know I can trust you?”
“You don’t,” he said in a voice so soft and so smooth that her knees nearly buckled. “But that’s how you build trust, isn’t it? You have to go out on faith.”
Her deep brown eyes were wide as she stared into his handsome face. “How do I do that?”
He grinned as he caressed the side of her face with the back of his other hand. “Meet me at The Ranch ten o’clock Friday night. I’ll send over a dress that I want you to wear, something to show you how sexy you still are.”
When she returned to the house, she met a delivery driver at the door, who carried a large white box. “Miss Morgan?” he asked.
She fought the urge to correct him and say, “Mrs. Morgan,” considering, like Xander and Novanna had said, that wasn’t who she was anymore. “Yes,” she said as she approached.
“Package for you,” he said as he handed it off.
She fished a few dollars from her purse to tip the young man before carrying the large parcel into the house and up the stairs. She didn’t stop until she reached the bedroom, where she deposited the box onto her bed. Before she could rip it open, her phone rang.
It was Xander.
“Good morning,” he crooned into her ear.
“I assume you had something to do with this,” she said as she sat on the bed next to her gift.
“Guilty as charged,” he admitted happily. “Open it.”
She put him on speakerphone before she lifted the top of the box away and moved the tissue aside to reveal a silky black and lace dress. “Oh, Xander,” she murmured as she withdrew it, revealing a flowing skirt, snug bodice with a sweetheart neckline that dipped low in front. The wide straps were made of lace and the style was much like the other 50s-inspired clothing he’d selected for her. He clearly preferred retro glamour. “It’s lovely.”
“I’m glad you like it. I can’t wait until tonight so I can see you in it.” She shivered in spite of herself. “There’s just one thing,” he murmured.
“What’s that?”
“You’re not allowed to wear any underwear underneath it,” he said in a voice so low it nearly made Joely groan out loud.
“Allowed?” she echoed.
“That’s right. No panties. No bra. Just you. When I hold you close to me tonight at The Ranch, I want to know that I’m just a fine bit of silk away from fucking you right there on that dance floor. And I want everyone else to know it, too.”
“Xander,” she started, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Ah, ah,” he said, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m the one in charge, remember? And you will be a good girl and do as you’re told.”
She could barely breathe. “Okay.”
“That’s not all,” he said. “I want you to drop off the kids wearing this dress.”
Her heart nearly stopped. “Why?”
“I want him to see what he threw away.”
She made a face he couldn’t see. “He won’t care,” she said.
“Yes, he will,” Xander promised. “Because somewhere deep down he’ll know that this weekend you belong to someone new.”
Review by pearls
Like any good fairy godmother, Xavier enters their lives, when they are at their lowest. Joely and her 3 children have just been kicked out by the cheating husband. Xavier sets out to bring some happiness into their lives, teaching them how to move forward. When Joely finds a way to turn her stay-at-home mom skills into a career, Xavier works by her side. As his feelings of respect for her grow, so do his feelings. I liked that Xavier lets her grow into her own person before they reach for intimacy. The plot was more important than the bedroom, even showing a balanced view of the failed marriage from both wife and husband. That being said, the bedroom scenes are definitely hot.
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Ginger Voight is a screenwriter and bestselling author with over twenty published titles in fiction and nonfiction. She covers everything from travel to politics in nonfiction, as well as romance, paranormal, and dark, “ripped from the headlines” topics like Dirty Little Secrets.
Ginger discovered her love for writing in sixth grade, courtesy of a Halloween assignment. From then on, writing became a place of solace, reflection, and security. This was never more true than when she found herself homeless in L.A. at the age of nineteen. There, she wrote her first novel, longhand on notebook paper, while living out of her car.
In 1995, after she lost her nine-day-old son, she worked through her grief by writing the story that would eventually become The Fullerton Family Saga.
In 2011, she embarked on a new journey–to publish romance novels starring heroines who look more like the average American woman. These “Rubenesque” romances have developed a following thanks to her bestselling Groupie series. Other titles, such as the highly-rated New Adult series, Fierce, tap into the “reality-TV” preoccupation in American entertainment, which gives her contemporary stories a current, pop culture edge.
Known for writing gut-twisting angst, Ginger isn’t afraid to push the envelope with characters who are perfectly imperfect. Whether rich, poor, sweet, selfish, gay, straight, plus-size or svelte, her characters are beautifully flawed and three-dimensional. They populate her lavish fictional landscapes and teach us more about the real world in which we live simply through their interactions with each other. Ginger’s goal with every book is to give the reader a little bit more than they were expecting, told through stories they’ll never forget.
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