I don't know about you, but I'm tired of dieting. I stick to a plan for weeks, then plateau and give up. Months later, I've gained three fourths of the weight back. I bought a treadmill, and hunky hubby built me a reading stand for it. I'm hoping exercise might be a magic trick. What are you doing to lose weight this time? Or are you healthy and happy in your beautiful skin?
DIET ANOTHER DAY
By Sammie Jo Moresca
Synopsis:
A frumpy New York librarian travels to Miami Beach to enroll in a killer weight loss boot camp. Chasing the aroma of pizza to an adjacent room leads her into the arms of two sailors. The Navy doctors feel she is just the candidate for their own weight loss program: Eat anything that tastes delicious, exercise one hour daily, and oh yes, the orgasms are required.
Excerpt:
The whirlpool pummeling her lower back was a welcome hurt-so-good kind of pain to her exercise abused body.Crystal was sore in places she didn't know contained muscles. Her tendons hurt. Her ligaments hurt. Her veins hurt. And she couldn't believe she was in this five-hundred-dollar a night suite, sipping a room service cosmopolitan in a sailor's candlelit bathroom. Well, do a good deed and you get rewarded sometimes. It was very kind of him to let her have an evening respite from the grueling boot camp. She certainly didn't want to be stuck in the dorm room listening to Rosaleen sobbing and slinging snot.
Crystal tipped the martini glass and tickled the last pink drop with her tongue. It had been lovely taking a walk on the rich side of the tracks, but she needed to get back to the dormitory and try to sleep. Stepping out of the tub onto the plush white bathmat, she wrapped a humongous bath sheet around her and toweled off. A candlelit reflection in the wall mirror caught her breath. She couldn't be the alluring woman staring back. It must be the booze on a nearly starved stomach.
Maybe she could hint for the officer and a gentleman to order just one more round before she left.Perhaps he might even be inclined to intoxicate her in theway only a man can do. Slipping into the red hotel robe,Crystal it left loosely tied, so some cleavage would show. All men loved large breasts.
He was seated fireside, sipping from a fluted crystal glass.An ice bucket with a magnum of champagne chilled next to a bouquet of pink roses. Her gaze watched his eyes, hooded with seduction. She walked over to him and licked the rim ofhis glass. Oh, my gosh. I didn't just do that.
"This is your night, Crystal." He tilted the glass and poured it into her mouth. She swallowed the sweet bubbles. They popped as he refilled it. She felt his eyes on the creamy flesh peeking from her crimson robe.
She seized the glass and downed it with one gulp. He took it back from her and placed it on the mantle. Removing thef rosty bottle, he took her hand and walked toward the French doors. Opening one enough to allow her admittance to the bedroom, she abruptly stopped at the site of the king-sized bed. In the moonlight from the open drapery, and from the two flickering candles on the nightstands, the headboard looked to be about eight feet tall and ornately engraved. A white gossamer canopy billowed down from a cathedral ceiling. She heard Spenser close the door as her eyes adjusted to the naked man on the bed. Her breath hitched.
Spenser said, "Crystal, I'd like you to meet Tim."
"It's wonderful to meet you, Crystal." He reached for her. Both men waited for her response.
"What's going on here?" she demurely asked, knowing she must be dreaming, or hallucinating from dehydration.
Tim replied, "We're here to pleasure you, Crystal."
"Both of you?"
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