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Vince Landry gets a shot through the heart when he lands in a sexy older woman’s target market and reaps the rewards of a well-orchestrated advertising campaign.
Tabitha Channing hits her mark with a well orchestrated advertising campaign. A woman in her forties, Tabitha places an ad for a husband. She’s seeking one hell of a man, or at least, that’s what her display advertisement suggests.
Vince Landry works with Tabitha at a local firm and he’s definitely in Tabitha’s target market. He’s young, single, and crazy about the woman behind the personal ad. Tabitha never considered dating a co-worker, but if Vince is interested, she might.
Can Tabitha give her heart to the man who holds her career in the palm of his hand and if she does, will Vince play for keeps?
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Tabitha Channing needed her bare ass spanked. No, she needed someone to tie her to the bed, place a dildo in her pussy and then she needed her bare bottom smacked. The sooner the better.
Sure why not? Blaming her current predicament on a constant need for kinky sex made perfect sense. If she hadn’t been so desperate to find a man toting handcuffs and floggers, maybe she wouldn’t have placed a ridiculous want-ad for a husband.
Tabitha paced across her living room floor. She stopped abruptly when the phone rang for the umpteenth time.
Glaring at the culprit responsible for her dancing nerve endings, she took a deep breath and contemplated answering the phone. After the fifth ring, she groaned.
Three nights before, she’d enjoyed two drinks with the girls. Apparently it only took a couple and she was good to go. Ruining one’s life only took a few minutes in today’s world.
Tabitha’s friends placed a few bets on her love life. Unfortunately, she wasn’t one to leave money on the table.
As one of her companions so generously pointed out, what was the big deal about placing a simple newspaper advertisement? A few cheap romantic dates to the local drive-in couldn’t be that bad. What was the worst thing that could happen?
Tabitha glared at the phone again. “Yeah, right. Every loser in this state has my number now.”
Really, how bad could it be spending an evening staring up at the yellow glow illuminating from the loveliest golden arches anyone has ever seen? Sounded like the perfect first date…for a ten year old.
Unfortunately, so far, she’d endured cheap date invitations by men who acted as if they expected her to offer an upgrade to fine dining, on her dime, of course. Every single unemployed man in America must have spotted her ad.
When the phone finally stopped ringing, Tabitha straightened up around the living room, tossing a few magazines to their rightful place on the coffee table. Sometimes single life had its advantages. She cleaned house whenever she wanted and unlike her gal pals, she didn’t trip over building blocks and diaper bags.
Tabitha’s friends found their soul mates early in life. They often assured Tabitha she wanted to share in what they perceived as good fortune…marriage.
The recent night out was comparable to a full fledged intervention. Yep, the evening was about as dramatic as it sounded but Tabitha had been game.
She met her good buddies at the local pub and told herself again and again to be a good sport. Her dumb ass thought they planned to lecture her about losing too much weight. Instead, they formed a supportive group around her, sympathetic arms ready to catch her if she happened to fall and kaboom! They dropped the bomb.
Charlene had taken the lead and had oh-so-eloquently expressed their thoughts—Tabitha needed to date in order to find a potential husband. Make things happen. Bite the bullet and ride the bully. That was Charlene’s ladylike way of saying swallow the bullet and fuck the shooter.
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