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Summary Forever Winter:

Steve Borgia should be happy that Autumn Winters is back in his life. A drunken brawl with a prostitute has cost Steve his teaching job, though, forcing him to flip burgers at the Greece Hut. Plus, Steve never knows if, or when, Autumn’s going to skip town again.

Fed up with his fast food career, Steve decides to follow in his famous father’s footsteps and return to the wrestling ring. The money’s good, but the new job is taking its toll on both his body and his relationship with Autumn. Even if they get past their tumultuous breakup/make up, will Steve be in any condition to enjoy it?

Meanwhile, electric guitar virtuoso and arachnid expert Eleanor Crawley has to navigate her own crisis. When her boyfriend Phil is caught in a compromising position with a co-worker and the image goes viral on social media, she is utterly humiliated. But is dumping Phil for a guy like quintessential “lady’s man” Rich Richards really a good idea? And if she could only quit dreaming about being in bed with Steve…and Autumn…

Forever Winter takes you from the mean streets of New York City to the neon lights of Tokyo. You’ll laugh, you’ll sigh, and you’ll be glad you came along for the ride.

Excerpts:

1 – “You were gonna say ‘until I got off,’ weren’t you?” Rex said, slapping

Phil on the shoulder. “Don’t take it bad, Philly boy, women are

hard to please. Sometimes you need, heh heh, mechanical assistance…”

“What?” Crawley said as Phil slapped a palm over his face.

“He is speaking of vibrators, ja?” Sven said.

“Oh,” Crawley said, giggling.

“Please stop talking,” Phil said, his cheeks flushed.

“You really don’t have a vibrator?” Rex said. “I thought all women

had vibrators. Shelly has a whole collection.”

“For god’s sake,” Phil said.

“…different heads, different sizes…she even has one that’s shaped

like John Holmes.”

“Who’s John Holmes?” Crawley said.

“Legendary porno movie star,” Sven said. “He had a twenty centimeter

penis.”

“Centimeter?” Rex said. “This is America, Sven, we use inches!”

“Actually,” Crawley said, “as of 1982, the United States has officially

adopted the metric system.”

No wonder Tech support lines are so damn slow

2 – “The pink stuff has some nasty chemicals in it,” said Crawley,

pushing her hand away. “I usually drink unsweetened tea, but this

stuff —”

“Eleanor, honey,” Lexi said condescendingly, “how are you going

to squeeze into those tight designer jeans when you’re all bloated up

from empty calories?”

“Actually, that’s a misnomer,” Crawley said as she dumped the

packet into her awaiting drink. “You see, there’s no such thing as

empty calories. A calorie is the energy it takes to heat up one milliliter

of water one degree. There is such a thing as too many calories, but

ostensibly there’s nothing bad about sugar. It’s better for you than

the cocktail of lethal ingredients in artificial sweetener.”

Lexi and Char stared at for a moment and then started laughing.

“Right,” Lexi said, giggling, “sugar is good for you!”

 
3 – Steve’s jaw set hard, and he put his hand on her knee.

“I need you Autumn, I really do, the way grass needs rain.”

She put her hand on top of his, eyes boring deeply into his own.

“I know. I need you too, Steve. Don’t you believe that?”

“I do believe it. But I need more than that. I need you to believe.

I need to know that you believe in me, in us.”

Autumn’s jaw fell open, and she stiffened. Her voice had a scoffing

note to it when she spoke.

“I believe in us!”

“Do you?” Steve said, but she had stuck her head out the window

to yell at a particularly nasty driver she had offended.

“Blow it out your ass, you cum stain!” she bellowed at top volume.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you! What? What you gonna do? My boyfriend is

huge! He’ll kick your ass!”

When she pulled her head back inside the car, he had to smile

a bit.

“Let’s go before we end up on one of those video clip shows where

people fight in the middle of traffic.”

“I like those shows,” she said with a giggle, causing more bedlam

in traffic as she rudely pulled out in front of another car. “Especially

the ones with Sheriff John what’s his name, you know the guy with

the orange spray tan and that annoying ‘told you so’ voice?”

“These fugitives,” Steve said in a high pitched, annoying way,

“thought they were going to get a free ride. But they couldn’t drive

far enough to escape the long arm of the law!”

Autumn chortled so hard she nearly slammed into the rear of

a huge pickup truck. 

 
4 – Autumn grabbed him under the chin and kissed him forcefully.

“Never mind…right now, I don’t give a shit who hears us.”

She squirmed in his arms playfully as he swept her off to the

bedroom. Steve dropped her onto the mattress. Autumn got on all

fours facing him, eyes half-lidded and a coy smile on her face. She

reached out her hand and unbuckled his belt. Steve stroked her silken

hair gently, a slightly perplexed smile on his face.

“What?” Autumn said, pausing when she had his fly half undone.

“Nothing. I was just thinking you’re beautiful.”

“Pffft.” Autumn rolled her brown eyes. “There’s better looking

chicks, sugar.”

“Come on, you could have any guy you wanted.”

“Shut up and take off your pants.”

Steve laughed, then slipped out of his shoes and then his trousers.

He was ready, his member lunging out of his boxers at her. Autumn

leaned forward and put her mouth to work. She kneaded his buttocks

with her hands, playing him the best way she knew how.

“God,” he said, putting his hands gently on the back of her head.

A soft rain pattered against the window, the subtle hiss of it falling

masking the street noise. Her soft, brown eyes enveloped him in a

gaze which suggested he was the only thing that mattered in that

instant. Autumn’s lips and tongue worked together, slippery and

sliding along the length of his cock. He tried to hold out, but she

knew him very well at that point, knew just how to please him best.

She felt him spasm, receiving the results of her efforts even when he

tried to warn her it was coming.

“You’re so bad,” he said as she leaned back on the bed and smiled.

“Aye,” she said, affecting a Scottish brogue, “the way you like it!”

“Was that a Highlander reference?”

“Is that the one where the guys are hacking at each other with

swords in the middle of New York?”

“Yeah.”

“Never seen it. I’m not a nerd.”

She burst out laughing when Steve sputtered. His face was crossed

with a playfully sinister look. He crawled onto the bed, lightly shoving

her on her back when she rose to try to kiss him.

 
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Summary for Forever Autumn:

Life’s going well for Steven Borgia. Sure, he may not be a famous professional wrestler like his father, the legendary Deathslayer, but he has carved out a niche for himself as a beloved kindergarten teacher in New York City. There’s just one thing missing: someone special to share his life with.

When Steve meets the sharp-tongued Autumn—a big wrestling fan—he’s mesmerized by her sarcastic and bold personality. Feisty and foul-mouthed, she seizes life by the throat and refuses to let it go. They may seem like opposites at first, but they complement each other very well. After all, differences make good sparks, and there are plenty of sparks both in and out of the bedroom.

Steve’s new happiness is threatened, however, when Autumn’s life is in jeopardy. Only her estranged father can save her, and he’s nowhere to be found. Can Steve and his bizarre assortment of friends and family reconcile the two before tragedy strikes?

Author Bio:

Christopher Scott Wagoner:  Strange visitor from another world!  Jettisoned from his planet at an early age, he was adopted by a kindly midwestern couple and taught to fight for truth, justice, and the Native American way!

When he’s not busy saving the Galaxy, Chris finds time to pen fiction novels.  Forever Autumn is his first book without dragons in it.  He is rumored to enjoy Professional Wrestling, cartoons, and jokes that fall on the ‘offensive’ side.  Unsubstantiated accusations that he used to teach preschool have never been confirmed by him, but he has a lot of pee stories.

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Synopsis
Life’s going well for Steven Borgia. Sure, he may not be a famous professional wrestler like his father, the legendary Deathslayer, but he has carved out a niche for himself as a beloved kindergarten teacher in New York City. There’s just one thing missing: someone special to share his life with.
When Steve meets the sharp-tongued Autumn—a big wrestling fan—he’s mesmerized by her sarcastic and bold personality. Feisty and foul-mouthed, she seizes life by the throat and refuses to let it go. They may seem like opposites at first, but they complement each other very well. After all, differences make good sparks, and there are plenty of sparks both in and out of the bedroom.
Steve’s new happiness is threatened, however, when Autumn’s life is in jeopardy. Only her estranged father can save her, and he’s nowhere to be found. Can Steve and his bizarre assortment of friends and family reconcile the two before tragedy strikes?
Hilarious and heartwarming, Forever Autumn takes you on a journey that will tickle you in more ways than one.
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Steve meets Autumn for the first time.

When he was a few people from the front, he could hear the barista’s voice as she attempted to handle a complicated order.

“Vanilla Latte, double shot espresso, extra large,” she said, her voice fraught with stress.

“No,” said the angry heavyset man at the front of the line. “Vanilla steamer, one shot of espresso, extra large.”

“Sorry, sir,” she said, “I’m new here.”

Steve strained to see the barista’s face, but the fat man was nearly as tall as he was, and she was granted total concealment by his corpulent mass.

“Sorry doesn’t fix it,” said the man, turning away from her with his drink wedged between pudgy fingers. “I intend to speak with the manager about this!”

The man left, people shrinking to get out of his way. Steve was able to see the barista at last. His breath caught in his throat. She had black hair done up in pigtails that cascaded down her slim shoulders. Her eyes were a soft, rich brown, with a slight almond shape to them. Her tan complexion was even and attractive, from her dark brows past her thin, roman nose and down to her wide, feminine lips. She had a metal hoop pierced through her right eyebrow, and a golden stud gleaming over one nostril. The black sweater she wore under her red coffee house apron had the sleeves rolled up the elbows, revealing several tattoos. He could only see her from the waist up, but she had moderately large breasts which strained against the layers of fabric atop them.

The girl took two more orders while Steve stood enthralled. When it was his turn he was still staring at her. She raised an eyebrow, finally heaving an exasperated sigh and asking;

“Can I help you, or are you just trying to catch flies with your mouth?”

“Huh?” he said, sputtering. “Oh, sorry!”

He quickly moved to the counter, offering her a nervous smile. She glanced back at him, one eyebrow arched, as he continued to stare.

“This is the part where you tell me your order,” she said sarcastically.

“What?”

“Your order?” she said. “You know, you, as the consumer, tell me, as the barista, what you want to drink and I make it for you. Are you a foreigner?”

“A foreigner?” he said, his voice breaking.

“No, you speak English too good,” she said. “Are you autistic or something, like Rain Man?”

“Uh, no,” he said with a slight chuckle.

“Then what’s the hold up?”

“Sorry,” he said, “I’ll have the usual.”

“That’s great,” she said with mock sincerity “except that I’m new here and have no frame of reference as to what your ‘usual’ is.”
“Oh,” Steve said, “a large Colombian dark, with four sugars and six creams.”

“Holy crap,” she said with a short bark of laughter, “you even like the taste of coffee?”

“I’m in a coffee shop, ain’t I?” said Steve, growing perturbed.

“Yeah,” she said, preparing his order, “you are at that.”
She put the cup on the counter and eyed him expectantly.

“This is where you pay.” she said.

“Oh, right.” Steve dug in his front pocket. Change spilled out of his hand and onto the counter. He cursed as he strove to collect the pieces of silver as they rolled around at his feet. The barista snickered as he frantically bent over, his butt facing toward her. The frustrated patrons behind him were giving him dark glowers. Had he not been so large a fellow, no doubt some may have been moved to verbally berate him.

“You fucked up,” said Autumn in a singsong, sports fanatic way, “you fucked up, you fucked up!”

Several of the people behind Steve in line gasped, horrified that a sales clerk would curse so readily in front of customers, particularly in such a mocking manner. Steve, however, was overcome with laughter, actually dropping more of his change in his mirth.

“Old ECW chant,” he said, finally giving her the correct amount. “Nice! Haven’t heard that since back in the day.”
“You like wrestling?” said Autumn, filling an umbra paper cup with dark coffee.

“Yeah,” said Steve, “I actually used to be one, for a little while.”
“Really?” said the woman, slapping a plastic lid on the cup with some awkwardness, “you don’t seem the type…what made you quit?”
“Well,” said Steve, collecting his coffee and a hand full of condiments “I-”
“Yo, buddy,” said a man in a flannel vest a few spaces behind Steve, “flirt on your own time! I gots to get to work!”

Several others, emboldened by the tubby man, added their voices to the chorus.

“Uh,” said Steve, staring into the woman’s eyes. He again found himself lost in them, not quite sure knowing why, or caring. “Uh, I-”
“Sorry sugar,” said the woman with a wink, staring past him at the next customer, “I gotta earn my bread. My name’s Autumn, in case you can’t read my nametag, and that’s Autumn like the season, not Auggie like the hideously deformed kid from Wonder, you dig? I work most Tuesdays and Thursdays, so come in and say hey if you want. Or not.”

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Christopher Scott Wagoner: Strange visitor from another world! Jettisoned from his planet at an early age, he was adopted by a kindly midwestern couple and taught to fight for truth, justice, and the Native American way!
When he’s not busy saving the Galaxy, Chris finds time to pen fiction novels. Forever Autumn is his first book without dragons in it. He is rumored to enjoy Professional Wrestling, cartoons, and jokes that fall on the ‘offensive’ side. Unsubstantiated accusations that he used to teach preschool have never been confirmed by him, but he has a lot of pee stories.