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The Marine: A BWWM Erotica
She's a therapist down on her luck in the department of romance after her ex-fiance got caught cheating on her. With a man no less. He's a Marine Corps officer back home after a brutal attack in Iraq needing a little TLC, and she's just what the doctor ordered.
He arrived home from Iraq on a morning that was stifled with the scent of things dead and living, some of them newly refreshed and ready, some wilted flowers brushed at his subconscious, rubbing themselves against the scuffed toe of his boots, at which he winced. He looked at the card in his hand; the script was cursive, curly, embossed against the stark ribbed white of the card. Dr. Madison Attard, PhD. He hated doctors. He shrugged off his bag and let it fall into and stir the dirt. He felt his shoulders sag, fought of the sudden urge he had to crumble, join his bag in the dry choking sand.
He was at Redmond Medical Center.She was on the phone, had it pressed against her ear with her shoulder while she rummaged through her massive purse for something she wasn't finding. "It's in my purse you fucking asshole. Here's a tip, if you don't really mean anything behind it, a fucking diamond ring don't mean shit!" she said, this statement, laced in her soft, unthreatening voice sounded inviting, laughable almost, because Diesel knew she was trying to be sharp with whoever was on the other end. Something went wrong and the purse toppled from her lap, assorted items scattered everywhere, many of them landing beneath Diesel's table. Diesel scooted out of his chair, watched out of the corner of her eye as she slammed her cell shut without saying goodbye and bent down to pick up her belongings. Diesel concentrated on picking up her things, made himself ignore the fact that her skirt was really, really too short.
"You're beautiful." Diesel wasn't one to dole out compliments, but she was absolutely breathtaking. Her hair had been pinned up in the cafeteria, now it hung loose and thick about her face and shoulders. He wanted to pull it, preferably from behind. Her hands, holding a felt tipped pen were thin and delicate, the left ring finger had a ring of skin on it lighter than the rest.
"Thank you, stop," she said, blushing, cheesing like a teenaged girl. He wondered how old she was. She appeared young, maybe a year below or above his 25 years. "Well as you know I'm Dr. Attard. I understand you were referred to me from the Marine Corps. I read your file, you had a pretty bad attack while on duty in Iraq, is that what the scar is from?"
"How many of your patients want in your pants, do you think?" Diesel asked.
Well shit. She sure wasn't expecting that.
He arrived home from Iraq on a morning that was stifled with the scent of things dead and living, some of them newly refreshed and ready, some wilted flowers brushed at his subconscious, rubbing themselves against the scuffed toe of his boots, at which he winced. He looked at the card in his hand; the script was cursive, curly, embossed against the stark ribbed white of the card. Dr. Madison Attard, PhD. He hated doctors. He shrugged off his bag and let it fall into and stir the dirt. He felt his shoulders sag, fought of the sudden urge he had to crumble, join his bag in the dry choking sand.
He was at Redmond Medical Center.She was on the phone, had it pressed against her ear with her shoulder while she rummaged through her massive purse for something she wasn't finding. "It's in my purse you fucking asshole. Here's a tip, if you don't really mean anything behind it, a fucking diamond ring don't mean shit!" she said, this statement, laced in her soft, unthreatening voice sounded inviting, laughable almost, because Diesel knew she was trying to be sharp with whoever was on the other end. Something went wrong and the purse toppled from her lap, assorted items scattered everywhere, many of them landing beneath Diesel's table. Diesel scooted out of his chair, watched out of the corner of her eye as she slammed her cell shut without saying goodbye and bent down to pick up her belongings. Diesel concentrated on picking up her things, made himself ignore the fact that her skirt was really, really too short.
"You're beautiful." Diesel wasn't one to dole out compliments, but she was absolutely breathtaking. Her hair had been pinned up in the cafeteria, now it hung loose and thick about her face and shoulders. He wanted to pull it, preferably from behind. Her hands, holding a felt tipped pen were thin and delicate, the left ring finger had a ring of skin on it lighter than the rest.
"Thank you, stop," she said, blushing, cheesing like a teenaged girl. He wondered how old she was. She appeared young, maybe a year below or above his 25 years. "Well as you know I'm Dr. Attard. I understand you were referred to me from the Marine Corps. I read your file, you had a pretty bad attack while on duty in Iraq, is that what the scar is from?"
"How many of your patients want in your pants, do you think?" Diesel asked.
Well shit. She sure wasn't expecting that.
142 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 4, 2017
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December 10, 2017
For Real?
I really enjoyed this story, but I can't help but feel a little upset by the ending. Or lack of one! I'm all on the edge of my seat all caught up and bam its over! So many unanswered questions. I hope there's a part two cause I really want to knows what happens next.
I really enjoyed this story, but I can't help but feel a little upset by the ending. Or lack of one! I'm all on the edge of my seat all caught up and bam its over! So many unanswered questions. I hope there's a part two cause I really want to knows what happens next.
December 24, 2017
True love
This was an interesting read to be hurt by one man,and absolutely treasured by another. Maddy was strong in her beliefs and serviced heart break and near death but love prevailed with her true love Diesel.
This was an interesting read to be hurt by one man,and absolutely treasured by another. Maddy was strong in her beliefs and serviced heart break and near death but love prevailed with her true love Diesel.
December 13, 2017
Hotter than fish grease!
I'm giving this book 5 stars because it was really written very well. My only negative is that the ending could've been better.🙂
I'm giving this book 5 stars because it was really written very well. My only negative is that the ending could've been better.🙂
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