Chocolate, Sex and Other Tasty Treats for the Soul is book 3 of the The Harder Series - short erotic contemporary comedies about the Harder siblings, whose roads to love aren't smooth, yet they still have fun and surrender to true love. Other titles are Monkeys, Sex, and Other Birthday Surprises and Celery, Sex, and Other Good Things for the Heart.
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Unlike her mother, however, she was science smart and had always loved learning about biology, dissecting dead things to discover how they looked on the inside. Her mom preferred the arts, often chosen for bit roles in local theatre productions, participating in poetry readings, or writing articles for various local magazines or papers.
The call went to voice mail. Marnie chuckled, knowing her mom wouldn’t leave a message. She’d just call back. While she waited for the phone to ring again, she scanned the bookshelf across the room.
Her sparsely furnished apartment suited her tastes to a ‘T’. Not much for television, she hadn’t bothered to purchase one yet. Reading was her main hobby, but unlike her oldest sister Missy, she preferred science textbooks to romance novels.
While growing up, her siblings always thought her “hobby” was gross. While her two older sisters shied away from any creepy, crawly creature, they fascinated Marnie. While she never enjoyed killing innocent beings, she didn’t have any problem dissecting them after they’d passed from this world. She and her older brother, Max, used to take great pleasure in torturing Missy and Miranda by placing dead animals in places they were sure to discover them. Even greater enjoyment came from hearing their screams of horror.
Marnie chuckled, remembering the time she and Max found a dead mouse and decided to place it in their older sister’s shoe. Her terrified screams echoed in Marnie’s head to this day. After a stern punishment of no television for a week, which hadn’t been much of a punishment at all, she’d taken the dead rodent along with a steak knife out behind the garage to give it a proper autopsy.Growing up, kids either thought her interest was weird or cool. But then, her family wasn’t known for normalcy, and she hadn’t let it bother her. Her passion for science led to a Masters degree, then a job teaching the lab portion of a university biology course to students who only took the course for credit. She was able to do what she loved, along with attempting to impart wisdom and knowledge, administering the occasional ‘F’ to the little asshats who didn’t give a shit.
Marnie glanced at her cell, wondering if her mother had given up. Two seconds later, the phone rang again. Not answering the entire evening was a great idea in theory, but in this family, people tracked you down anytime, anywhere. She might as well just talk to the woman and get it over with.
Pushing the button to answer, she said, “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”
“If you’re home, why are you not answering?”
“Don’t get your knickers in a knot, Mommy Dearest,” Marnie teased. “How do you know I’m home anyway? I’m on a cell phone.”
“Are you home?”
Marnie thought about lying. If she said yes, her mom might come over for a visit, and she didn’t want to spend her Friday night with her mother. Talk about lame. If she said no, her mother would be sure to ask where she was and who she was with. It didn’t matter that she was now twenty-five years old. Her mom posed these kinds of questions to her kids all the time. In this family, everybody knew your business. Yes, they were close, but it was also annoying as hell.
“I’m home. But I’m going out,” Marnie added quickly.
“Do you finally have a date? Is it with the blonde or the red-head down the hall from you?” Marnie hesitated in her answer, so her mother, Harriet, pressed forward. “Please tell me you finally worked up the courage to ask one or both of them out.”
Marnie pinched the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger. Why did I tell her I was interested in either of them? “The redhead,” she lied.
“Well, it’s about time, if you ask me.”
No one asked you. Benefit to being on the phone—your mother has a more difficult time discovering your lies.
“Wait a minute. It’s already eight o’clock. When is this date supposed to begin? Are you lying to me?”
Or not. “No, Mom, I’m not lying. I have plans tonight that involve a sexy redhead.” Yeah, fantasizing about my hot neighbour while I masturbate in bed. It’s not a lie.
“Fantastic. I won’t keep you then. I wanted to make sure you’re not spending another Friday night holed up in that apartment of yours. It’s not natural for a beautiful woman like you to keep to herself like you have been. Ever since you started that job, you’ve been making more excuses to stay in by yourself.”
Marnie heaved a sigh. “Maybe I just want to enjoy my new place.” Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the beige-pink walls and the armchair that made up the only other furniture in the room. Her apartment was tiny, consisting of one bedroom, a bathroom that barely fit one person, and a kitchen situated right near the front entrance.
“I still don’t understand why you had to move out.”Using her mother’s words against her, she quipped, “It’s not natural for a beautiful woman like me to still live at home.” ©2012kelliejkamryn
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-- Kellie Kamryn is author of ten erotic romances, narrator of romance audio books, and motivational speaker. Available books can be found on her website, Amazon, iTunes, Audible.com, and other online outlets. Follow her YouTube , Facebook and her group Sweet & Sassy Divas & Dudes and Twitter.