Posting a few snippets of chapters from my novel to let you all get a taste!
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Elissa
Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam
Elissa Eaton

CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Loews Santa Monica Beach Hotel
REHAB, A LUXURY GETAWAY
& SONNY WHO DIDN’T MAKE MY DAYS SO SUNNY

But honey, you know as well as I do that a single girl alone in the world, has got to keep a firm hold on the emotions or she’ll be lost.
Tennessee Williams

I was lounging in the whirlpool, gazing at the panoramic view of the sparkling silver blue coastline. My body massaged by luke warm bubbling water, gazing at cascading waterfalls. I was enthralled by nature in all of its magnificence and tranquility. I thought of Antonio, remembering all the fun filled weekends we'd shared at this hotel, Loews Santa Monica Beach, trying to rationalize why I ever became involved in the destructive deadly affair.

Suddenly my serenity was interrupted by the exotic looking man I'd seen in the lobby. He brazenly jumped into the hot tub holding his hand outstretched to me.
"Are you an actress? I think I've seen you in some films. You have a wicked smile."
"Hi, I'm April," I glanced seductively at him.
"I'm Sonny," he politely said. "How do you keep in such good shape?"
"I eat dangerously, enjoying the sweet spices of life. I'm a food critic/society columnist," I answered, glad that I'd just bought a black latex swimsuit with the plunging mesh V neckline that I was wearing.
Sonny flashed his sinfully decadent smile, wearing the air of superficial phony sophistication. His died blue black hair was slicked back with gel, glowing in the rays of the California sunshine.
"Are you staying at the hotel?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm covering the film festival and reviewing the hotel," I answered.
This man possessed magnetism and intrigue behind oversized Armani shades. I wasn't on a hunk hunt but I just couldn't resist the temptation of a prospective coffee date.

He sat down next to me in his apartment. Our hands touched as he handed me a drink. I knew who he was, but I was so attracted to him I didn't care. My self-destructive side was full circle. Sonny was a carbon copy of all the men that had orbited in and out of my life. Perhaps a little more culture trash than most.
"The person that has to struggle the hardest becomes the greatest in life," Sonny philosophized.
"It's the steeper and higher the climb," I answered, trying not to focus my gaze on the musty stained carpet.
"Then the butterfly landing," he smiled.
"I get really depressed when I fuck things up that I have control over, but I can't take responsibility for those that aren't like floods, earthquakes, tornadoes and tailgaters. So it takes the edge out of my life," I smiled pensively.
"I'm just a tormented artist using my pain to create and breath provocative theatrical life into my plays.”
"You're bright, perceptive, and funny. When we first met I thought that you were clueless. You look very Hollywood, but you have a lot of depth," he said, stroking my hair.
"I love the plasticity in me, it balances out the dark side," I opened up to him, taking his hand.
"You're so pretty, I feel like I'm falling for you." He said impetuously.
"Sometimes I can't tell the difference between fantasy, art and life," I answered, trying to avoid the subject. “Remember that fifties lewd, brilliant comic Lenny Bruce?”
"Yes, I do, the shock jock before Howard Stern," he said.
"He was quoted saying, 'Life is what it is and the rest is fantasy'."
"That's a real truism," Sonny said. "Maybe it was synchronicity that we crossed paths so you could rescue me," he tightened his grip and I could barely breath.
"First I have to rescue myself. My life's in ruins." I said soulfully.
“I think it’s all about the law of attraction.” Sonny answered.
Suddenly the noise from the TV broke the silence. I looked up, seeing a naked Indian on a wild drunk flash across the screen. The actor was as hung as the stallion he was riding his bare ass bobbing up and down.
"Who's that stud on the screen?" I asked excitedly.
"Yours truly. That's one of the porn flicks I starred in," he answered proudly.
That was when I lost all rationale and control of my senses, then the twitching started between my legs. I was a rebel with a cause and decided to break all the rules at any cost. Sonny was the perfect one night stand.

‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
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Too Old to be a Hooker Too Young to be a Madam