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smoking section and acquire a contact nicotine hit. Groggy after a sleep-aid induced nap, a gray sky greeted me when the plane landed at Schiphol Airport. Even in summer, Amsterdam had more rain than my beloved Portland. And cooler temperatures. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck. The variation in climates meant I had packed for three seasons for two countries. Ghana promised to be hot, humid, rainy and dry, but never cool. At immigration, Anita s business card fell to the floor when I reached for my passport. The man who picked it up and handed it to me looked half my age, which meant he was young enough to be one of my students. This reality didn t stop him from brushing against my side and flirting with me while we waited in line. With his guidebook opened to cafes I knew the type of adventure he wanted. Been there, smoked that. Before he could continue his attempt to flirt or ask to share a cab into the city, I brusquely thanked him and moved forward to the immigration agent. Sitting in the back of a cab slowly making its way through morning rush hour into the heart of Amsterdam, I pulled out Anita s card with Gerhard s name on it. I admitted I was more than curious. After the attentions of the much younger man in line, I wondered how old Anita s brother was. It would be crazy to call him. Anita was gorgeous, and if her brother swam in the same gene pool, chances were he was as tall, blond, and athletic. Everything I didn t typically find attractive. Although I shut down Backpack Romeo in the airport, these days my type meant anyone with a pulse, single, and not looking for a housekeeper. Viagra optional. I took pills to sleep and had a wee nicotine addiction. Who was I to judge the need for a little blue pill? My fingers flicked the card to the beat of a techno song on the radio. Anita wasn t a friend or even a friend of a friend. What would I say? Hi, I thought your sister tried to pick me up at a sushi bar at JFK, but turns out she wanted to set me up with you. No, that wouldn t work. Hi, your sister gave me your number. I ve never had sex with a Dutchman, so I m calling you. Are you up for some Flying Dutchman action? No. Wasn t the Flying Dutchman some haunted ship doomed to roam the oceans forever? Maybe I could ask Gerhard. Jet lag forced a yawn from me. After stretching my arms and rolling my neck, I tucked the card back into my purse. No need to rush things. First things first. Coffee and something made of ninety-percent butter. Maybe some cheese. Followed by chocolate. Maybe some bitterballen. I snorted. I might have been too old for college backpackers, but my sense of humor still lingered around fourteen-year-old-boy. Amsterdam, I m coming for you. You too, Gerhard. Missionary Position By Daisy Prescott Get it now! Amazon: Amazon UK Barnes & Noble iTunes Author Bio Before writing funny contemporary romances about adults, I dreamed of being an author while doing a lot of other things. Antiques dealer, baker, blue ribbon pie-maker, fangirl, freelance writer, gardener, pet mom and wife are a few of the titles I ve acquired along the way. Born and raised in San Diego, my husband and I currently live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with our dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. Ready to Fall, my second novel, features John Day, the hot, sexy neighbor in my debut novel Geoducks Are for Lovers. Both can be read as standalones. My third novel, Missionary Position, a contemporary romance/romantic comedy, released on June 10, 2014. It stars Selah Elmore, from Geoducks, and can be read as a standalone. Sex in the Title By Zack Love Synopsis New York City, May 2000. The Internet bubble has burst and Evan, a computer programmer, is fired with an email from his boss. The next day, his girlfriend dumps him, also via email. Afraid to check any more emails, Evan desperately seeks a rebound romance but the catastrophes that ensue go from bad to hilariously worse. Fortunately, Evan meets Sammy someone whose legendary disasters with females eclipse even his own. To reverse their fortunes, they recruit their friends Trevor, Yi, and Carlos to form a group of five guys who take on Manhattan in pursuit of dates, sex, and adventure. When Evan, a closet writer, falls desperately in love with a Hollywood starlet, he schemes to meet her by writing a novel that will sweep her off her feet. Sammy knows nothing about publishing but is confident of one thing: Evan s book should have the word sex in the title. With musings about life, relationships, and human psychology, this quintessential New York story about the search for happiness follows five men on their comical paths to trouble, self- discovery, and love. Chapter 1 Evan s Journey from Bad to Worse Your employment is terminated. I m out of the office this morning for meetings but you should pack up your belongings by 1 p.m. today. Your last pay check will arrive in the mail. That was the first email waiting for Evan on Monday morning, May 29, 2000, at the office where he had worked for the last two years. ChocaChump.com, the Internet-based, chocolate home delivery company, was another dot-com whose days were numbered. About six weeks earlier, the NASDAQ had dropped more than twenty-five percent from its peak in a single week. The tech crash would continue, and Evan s boss, a mercurial CEO who closely managed his twenty employees, grew increasingly bitter and difficult as his company faltered. After Evan read the email terminating his employment, he recalled their curt discussion from the previous Friday. Tell me the real reason why you were gone so long yesterday. It s the reason I gave you: my grandma had a bad fall and needed to be taken to the hospital. She called me for help because my parents were out of town. You were gone for six hours. Well, I had to go to Queens, where she lives. She needed a bunch of medical tests. And I wasn t just going to leave her alone in the hospital. She s a seventy-five-year old widow, so I had to be there to comfort her, and help her deal with insurance forms, doctors, etc. Evan, everyone s got problems. You don t think I have a grandma who needs me just as much? Do you think our competitors care about our grandmas? It s war out there! And we re losing. Things used to be much better, but our operating budget no longer covers middle-of-the-day-grandma- emergencies. But this is the first time I ve ever done that. And I told you before I left that I had a family emergency. I can come in this weekend to make up for the lost work time. Yes, please do that& I ll have to think things over. As he promised, Evan spent much of his Saturday making up for his time away from the office. But there was no reversing a CEO desperate to trim his payroll. Evan decided not to tell his girlfriend, Alexandra, about the fact that he was now unemployed. He would wait until after they returned from the Puerto Rican vacation that he had promised her a month ago, so that she could fully enjoy the experience, rather than feel guilty about the expense. The
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