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!”
“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.
“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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