Geoducks
are for Lovers
By:
Daisy Prescott
Blurb
Food
writer Maggie Marrion is just getting back on her feet after a
horrible year, or two, or three. With their twentieth reunion
approaching, she invites four of her closest friends from college for
a weekend at her beach cabin. What she doesn’t expect is her best
friends, artist Quinn Dayton and part-time erotica novelist, Selah
Elmore, to play matchmaker. The two plot a surprise that will make
the weekend, and her life, a lot more interesting.
Gil
Morrow, former grunge musician turned history professor, joins them
as Selah’s date for the weekend. After coming face to face with the
one who got away, he decides he's waited long enough to get the girl.
With the support of old friends, a few wishing rocks, the world’s
largest burrowing clam, and a hot lumberjack thrown into the mix, Gil
reminds Maggie that forty-something isn’t too old for second
chances.
Can we
learn to love the life we have and let go of who we expected to be?
What happens when the generation from The Breakfast Club and Reality
Bites meets The Big Chill? Come spend a weekend with these Generation
X-ers as they share laughter, tears, life’s ups and downs, old
stories, and new beginnings.
Excerpt
“We’ll
see how the night goes.”
“Is
that a challenge, Maggie May?” Gil leans forward and catches her
eye, then puts his hand on her leg above her knee, and squeezes.
The
heat of his hand warms her and her muscles clench.
“Maybe.”
Gil
licks the corner of his mouth. “Good to know.” Leaning back, he
keeps his hand on her thigh.
Mentally,
Maggie fans herself. The fire in front of her isn’t the only one
she’s playing with tonight.
Quinn
and Ryan eventually make their way out to join the group on the
beach, carrying the s’mores supplies along with metal skewers from
the kitchen.
“I
can’t believe I’m offering this after the meat feast, but who
wants dessert?” Ryan gestures the platter of goodies.
“I’ll
never turn down chocolate or Nutella.” Selah gets up to grab a
skewer and marshmallow.
“I
need to taste Maggie’s Nutella s’more,” Gil says, squeezing her
leg. “Mind making me one?”
“If
I can stand, sure.” She pushes off the sand, using Gil’s leg to
prop herself up.
“Charred
or not charred?” She waves a marshmallow in front of Gil.
“Charred,
of course.” He grins.
“Heathen,”
she teases and sticks the marshmallow directly into the flames.
Pulling the flaming ball of goo out of the fire, she blows on it
before handing the skewer to Gil. ‘Hold this, and no eating it.”
Carefully
grabbing a graham crack, she smears on a dollop of Nutella, and then
places the charred marshmallow on top before adding another cracker.
She
licks a big dollop of Nutella off the side, getting some of the warm
chocolate on the corner of her mouth.
“Here.”
She hands him the sticky mess, noticing that Gil shifts his legs and
squirms.
“You
missed a spot.” He gestures to her lips before biting the s’more.
Maggie
licks her lips, trying to get off the Nutella. She glances at Gil,
who closes his eyes and moans.
“Good?”
“Mmmm….
Hhmmmm… mmmmm” is all that comes out of him. Still with his eyes
closed he reaches up to swipe off the Nutella from chin with his
thumb. It’s Maggie’s turn to quietly moan as she watches him lick
his thumb.
“Food
porn as foreplay?” Quinn asks as he sticks his own marshmallow into
the flames next to Maggie.
“What?”
She asks, completely unaware of where she is.
“You
have it so bad.” Selah chimes in from behind her. “Move out of
the way or toast another marshmallow.” She bumps Maggie with her
hip.
“More,”
Gil says, opening one eye as he pops the last of the s’more into
his mouth.
“Best
s’more ever?” Maggie asks, grabbing another marshmallow.
“Best
ever.” Gil winks. “More.”
“Greedy.”
She chars another marshmallow.
The
rest of the gang is likewise toasting and moaning over their
creations.
“Where
was this when I used to smoke pot?” Quinn asks.
“I’m
grateful Nutella wasn’t around in college. I’d be as big as a
house,” Jo says, eating a perfectly toasted but not charred
marshmallow.
Maggie
hands Gil another s’more, which he snatches from her like a
starving man.
“You
okay there, big guy? Can I make one for myself now?”
Gil
gives her a stink eye but nods his head, his mouth too full to
respond verbally.
Maggie
sits back down next to Gil with her own s’more. She takes a bite,
closes her eyes and moans. She can’t help herself.
When
she opens her eyes, she catches Gil licking the s’more right before
biting it.
“What
the hell?” She tries to save her s’more from his greedy mouth,
but he is too quick.
“It
was dripping and going to land on your shirt. I was trying to be a
gentleman and protect your clothing.”
Maggie
stares at him.
“Not
buying it?”
“No.”
She licks her lips where the melted marshmallow makes them sticky.
She watches Gil staring at her lips.
“Can
I help you with that?” He offers, his eyes flicking to her mouth,
then back up to her eyes.
“I
think I’ve got it.”
“I’m
not sure about that.” He reaches out his index finger, swipes under
her bottom lip, and shows her the chocolate.
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Author
Info
Before
writing full time, Daisy Prescott worked in the world of art,
auctions, antiques, and home decor. She earned her degree in Art
History and endured a brief stint as a film theory graduate student.
Baker, art educator, antiques dealer, blue ribbon pie maker, blogger,
content wrangler, freelance writer, fangirl, gardener, wife, and pet
mom are a few of the other titles she’s acquired over the years.
Born
and raised in San Diego, Daisy and her husband (aka SO) currently
live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with their
dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. Geoducks
Are for Lovers
is her debut novel. She is busy researching her second novel.
Author
Links
daisyprescott.com
@daisy_prescott
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