Who wants…? Plus (scene 3) of Larz and Sherm!!!
More loot to be added to the giveaway? Me! Me! So here’s the deal. The image of the above teaser for my next release PROVOKED, will arrive on the giveaway winner’s 25.00 Amazon e-gift card that will be emailed to them separately from the items below! See? These items:
So to sum this up. So far, there’s the 25.00 e-gift card, two print and signed books, one mystery box with something in it -hence the mystery, one large “The Boys” magnet, one small Rene magnet, one heavy duty Aries clip/magnet and one of David’s famous Post-It-Notes pads! All you have to do is leave a comment or email me a suggestion for me to put toward the next scene, and your name will be added to the hat each time. Big thanks to all you guys who have been playing. Hardest word to incorporate this time came from Liz. She sent in neurologist. Lol! That was a goodie. It’s fun, no? Oh, and the drawing is at the end of the month! By then we should have all our scenes to this little anti-typical romance story done. Yay!
Now onto the story of Larz and his Goldirella! 
If you need to catch up click here, here and then here.
Here is where we left off in the last scene with the security guard talking:
“I don’t care who the hell he is. You and him are coming to my office.”
Larz didn’t say anything while he let the guy help him up. He would have gone with the security guard quiet as a lamb sleeping in a haystack if the goddess hadn’t chosen that moment to shatter the peace by announcing to the growing crowd…
“I’m pregnant.”
The security guard let go of Larz’s arm and stumbled forward, demanding, “Excuse me?”
“I most certainly will not, you delusional twit!” The goddess roared, shooting such an astounding glare at the grocery policeman that every romantic bone in Larz’s body trembled in delectable delight. Especially when she added, “My squat little prince. My bewitching little bedbug. My hunky, halitosis-suffering hero only sought to please his highly hormonal and oftentimes moody child bearer. Surely you know why I needed the perfect avocado in my condition?”
The security man looked to the store manager, then at Larz, before he turned to the towering goddess of righteousness. “Um, no. Haven’t a clue.”
Larz nearly had to bite on his knuckle to hold off the sizzling lust steaming through him. His love’s front teeth hung rather askew over her bottom lip before she systematically worked to un-chewed it, and sniffed, “Folate.”
Nothing but silence followed until the insolent guard scratched his head with a pen. “Folic acid?”
It is to laugh. Larz waited and sure enough.
The goddess of grandeur swept the crowd with her beady rat-like eyes before returning to stare at the guard. “My mistake. I forgot who I was talking to. A verbally challenged individual. It’s pronounced foe late.” Larz closed his eyes and basked in the spittle that sprayed out of her mouth, bathing him in its sweet and sour odor. “Folate is in the vitamin B family and you know what they say? An avocado a day keeps the neurologist away.”
“Hm.” The security guard scanned the crowd, and then turned back. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re holding the fruit outside of the store and it wasn’t paid for.”
Larz held his breath, hanging on a bubble of swelling anticipation to see how cleverly his perfect love got out of this latest snare. In a flash his bubble popped, and with it went all his expectations, as his Goldirella drawled, “Oh, about that? You better ask him.”
So, this was what the underside of a bus looked like? Larz blinked, and when there was only one plausible excuse that came to mind, he blurted it out. “I must confess….”
(end)
Haha! So what’s Larz’s excuse? What is he going to confess? Any ideas? Any words or phrases you’d like to see included in the next scene? Let me know. As you can see I put in bold all your emailed or posted suggestions. I think I’ve used all of them. 
Thanks for stopping by!
Riley
