GIRLS' NIGHT IN: THE PASSION PARTY

by Raquel Y. Eldridge

 

 

                  

 

 

       

       Book Jacket Synopsis

 

      A group of women come together for a Passion Party being thrown by Deirdre Gray, a stay-at-home

      mother of two, who earns part-time income by throwing parties in her basement-slash-sex toy

      boutique.

 

      Deirdre’s Passion Parties consist of more than just food, spirits, and erotic paraphernalia…there

      are also party games, plenty of gossip, and secret sexual confessions.  Deirdre’s parties get so

      scintillating and scandalous, guests have to sign confidentiality waivers in order to attend!  It’s just

      that important that the things shared in confidence at these Passion Parties stay at the Passion

      Party!

 

      Delve into the erotic decadence that can be found when you mix the sexually experimental with the

      tantalizing toys for sale at one of Deirdre’s famously infamous Passion Parties.      

 

 

      

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All I know is this man has been taking me for granted for the last eight years and it was getting old very fast.

            I didn’t mind taking care of my kids, but he thought of me as his maid, cook, errand runner and periodic concubine.  I couldn’t even remember the last time we’d made love with any sort of passion.  It had become mechanical and unfeeling, much like everything else in our marriage.

            My husband is a successful architect and he often had other businesses deliver blueprints and mock-ups of designs to the house, which was his office away from the office.

           

            I’d changed the very last bed in the house and had settled onto the couch with remote in hand and an ice cold Diet Coke when the doorbell buzzed. 

            I sighed in frustration as I got up to answer it.  The show was just getting to the good part of the particular soap opera I watched daily from eleven o’clock to noon.

            I peeked out of the peephole and standing there was a dark chocolate hunk of a man in a standard issue, brown, UPS uniform.  Something about the set of his shoulders, and the way the cuff of the short-sleeved shirt fit around his muscular biceps, told me he was a very well-built man beneath his outfit.

            I didn’t realize I had gotten caught up in looking at his form until he rang the doorbell a second time.  I stepped back from the door and said, “I’ll be there shortly, hold on.”

            I ran to the mirror resting against the sofa table right by the entryway and checked my appearance.  I looked presentable enough.  I had on a pair of low-rise, snug denim shorts and a top that accentuated my robust cleavage.  I silently thanked my children for giving me a nice set of breasts.  On my feet were flip-flop slippers and my hair was up in a ponytail.  My head encased in an orange and white bandana to keep the dust out of my hair while doing chores.

 

            I inhaled a few times and pulled on the doorknob.  When he looked up at me, I almost melted where I stood.  He smiled a brilliantly vibrant grin, which only served to further light up his paper bag brown eyes.

            “Hello, ma’am; I’ve got a delivery for you.”

            “Good.  I’ve been waiting on this package,” I said for lack of anything else to say. 

I stepped aside so he could come in with the two medium-sized boxes and three cardboard tubes.  He sat everything down by the sofa then pulled the little signature device out of his pocket.  I noticed the considerable bulge that remained in the front of his pants.

            He noticed me looking, “Uh, hello…can I help you with something?”

            I jumped, “Oh, um, no…I was just looking at your package.  Oh, God, I mean, I was looking at those packages.  I’m anxious to see what the buildings look like.”

            “Are you a construction worker or something?”

            For some reason, I didn’t want to bring up my husband, though I was sure my three-carat princess cut wedding ring gave away the fact I had one a long time ago.

            “No, we have an architectural business here.  Those are mock-ups of a building we’re working on.”

            “Sounds very interesting.  Well, here’s my card.  My operator’s number is there on the lower right hand corner.  You call the 1-800 number and ask to be paged to that number.  They can let me know if you ever have an outgoing package or anything.  Like our slogan says, just let me know ‘what brown can do for you’.”

 

       About the Author

 

        Raquel lives in Houston, Texas where she is the owner/CEO of Prose Pros Publishing Company

        under which she’s released all four novels.

  

        She’s been interviewed individually and as part of the writing team that includes the co-author

        of the Where Friendship Lies series, Shawnte’ Henderson.  Most are intrigued by the unique nature

        of their business and personal relationship as collaborators who, to this day, have never physically

        met.

 

        A member of many organizations including the NAACP YAC, NAWW, PWNH, and HELP Sister

        Connect (www.helpsister.com), she’s an active community member who partners with initiatives

        that enforce women’s empowerment and is passionate about mentoring young women and girls.

        Her literary affiliations have included Gospel Xpress Magazine, UrbanThang.com, The

        ReMain Company, U B Trippin’, Comedy Salad and will soon include a new column on the singles

        web group, Dateless in Houston.

 

        She’s currently busy completing future releases, Tainted Relations and The Best Revenge.

 

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