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The Fear That Divides Us by M.N. Forgy

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Road Captain of the Devil’s Dust Motorcycle Club, Bobby has the scars to prove just how dangerous his life is. He gives the world he knows hell and loves every moment of it. Wearing a panty-dropping grin along the way, his fierce life has never been a problem for him, until her. Jessica is the only female who has him distracted in his game. After taking him to bed, she’s the only woman to tell him to take a hike. Waking with her gone, he can’t resist her pull. He’s seen the marks on her body, ones which tell the horrors she’s lived through. He’s also seen the fear in her eyes when she lets herself become weak to his advances. Bobby has a decision to make. Can he help Jessica, or will it mean giving up his carefree life?
Jessica, also known as Doc, lives life in fear. Years back, she ran to the Devil’s Dust for protection, seeking the demise of her abusive, dominant husband. Her mind and soul tortured by her past, she can’t allow herself to move forward. The only thing in her sight is her daughter’s safety. Even if she has the attention of one particular tattooed biker, she can’t succumb to his charm and drag her daughter back into a world of danger, no matter how much he thinks he can save her.
Mistakes will be made.
Fears will be faced.
Pain will be remembered.
Can Bobby and Jessica survive the dangers they bring upon themselves?

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Do I fight my fear? Triumph the terror wracking my mind and soul and gamble on the chance that Bobby can reset it all, make me forget my past and actually restart and build a life without being afraid? Or do I do what I know best, resisting, and run home behind my door with the security of three deadbolts and wonder what if?

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All the girls I’ve slept with over the years, they were all there trying to fill a void that Jessica planted in my soul. There are a million reasons why I should have let Jessica walk out of my life, a million rejections when I should have taken the hint, but I just didn’t care. I stayed and kept pushing because of how I felt when we were together.

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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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Spicing Up Trouble by Mary Jo Burke



Please welcome a character interview from

Spicing Up Trouble


Spicing Up Trouble, Alexia Hale
planned to interview Benjamin Nance Cobb for her newspaper. Here’s the recorded
Q & A between the newly married couple.


“You promised me five answered questions.”
Ben: “But
you’re not a reporter or cooking maven at the paper anymore.”
Alexia: “I
know, but this is for my information. Now, move over there.”
Ben: “But
there’s more room on the bed and
it’s more comfortable. Plus, I’ll rub your feet while you ask your questions.”
Alexia: “Okay,
but stay professional.” Kissing noises. “Ben,
not now.”
Ben: “Is
that a promise for later?”
Alexia: “Yes,
the sooner we start, the sooner we’ll finish.”
Ben: “I
love it when you talk dirty.” Bed springs
squeak and more kissing.
Alexia: “Stop,
the babies are bouncing around enough. Now first question, When did you decide
to paint?”
Ben: “I
have no practical skills. All I know how to do is draw. Luckily, I’m
disgustingly wealthy and can enjoy my life choice of being a professional couch
Alexia: “You’re
not lazy, just devoted to your profession.”
Ben: “Thank
you, darling. Please explain that to my father.”
Alexia: “He
loves you, in his own way. Do you believe you inherited your talent from your
Ben: “She
encouraged me. Her art is more delicate and inviting. Mine is earthier. I know
you can teach people to draw, but mine is more of a hunger. I have to do it.”
Alexia: “Your
paintings include nude women.” A slight
“No distractions, answer the question.”
Ben: “I’m
rubbing your feet to make you comfortable. I like women. Classic artists portrayed
the more splendid gender in many paintings. Speaking of which, when are you
going to pose for me again?”
Alexia: “I’m
four months pregnant and expanding daily. There isn’t a big enough canvas to
capture my girth. Why don’t you sell your work?”
Ben: “I
don’t need the money and I detest critics. I don’t paint to please anyone, but
Alexia: “Would
you be open to speaking about painting to students?”
Ben: “Only
if I’m invited to our children’s kindergarten’s show and tell day. I don’t find
myself knowledgeable enough to add to anyone’s education.”
Alexia: “I’ll
agree to disagree with you. Now that you’re a happily married and an expectant
father, will you stop painting portraits of nude women?”
Ben: “There’s
only one muse in my life. As soon as she delivers our children, I’ll expect her
to honor her commitment to model for me as often as our overlords, I mean
children, allow. Are we done with the inquisition?”
Alexia: “Yes
and you may continue with the foot rub and please include my ankles.”
Ben: “Only
if I get to pick the third body part.”
Alexia: “Ben,
careful the babies might hear you.” Giggling.


Spicing Up Trouble

Mary Jo Burke
Romance/Romantic Comedy
Gemma Halliday
Publishing, 332 pages
Alexia Hale works as a test kitchen writer for the Chicago News. But she gets her big break toward reporting “real” news when she’s given the opportunity to interview the world renowned artist, Benjamin Nance Cobb.
The catch: to get it, Alexia has to pose as a nude model for Ben. What begins as an awkward assignment quickly turns into a real friendship…and possibly more. But when a photograph of Alexia is leaked to the press, their private life suddenly becomes very public. Ben’s father isn’t pleased, Alexia’s sisters are shocked, and now she’s being hounded by the press.
Dating a celebrity has its challenges and rewards. The only question is, which one will outweigh the other?


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The Internet offered few details about Benjamin Nance Cobb’s work. I needed to visit Chicago’s Art Institute to do some research.
In the morning, out in front of the museum, I rubbed the paw of one of the lions. “Wish me luck,” I whispered to the stoic predator and hurried up the stairs.
Once inside, I cheated and asked a docent to direct me to the Contemporary Art section. He pointed at a tour group, and I followed them. We entered a
large foyer. The guide began to speak, and I saw my chance to escape.
Farther down the hall and to the left, two canvases took up an entire wall. First, a nude woman reclined on her back. Her lush black hair splayed on the pillow beneath her, her right hand laid in the tangles—eyes half closed, her lush lips pursed, her left hand limp
against her side, her knees pulled together and slightly bent. Her whole body
sated. She just had great sex. The plaque beside it read, “Satisfied by Benjamin Nance Cobb.”
No doubt.
Next, a woman sitting on a bed, her back positioned toward the artist, the sway of her hip revealed the top of her butt, her arms and legs crossed in front of her, a hint of right breast showed, her face in profile, her eyes glanced over her shoulder, and her blonde hair
mussed. I read the plaque, “Anticipation by Benjamin Nance Cobb.”
How about Striptease for Benjamin Nance Cobb?
The paintings carried the same message: goddesses with an attitude. Power radiated from them. They owned the men who sought to possess them. Confident in their appearance and sexuality, the viewer of the portrait felt like an intruder, stumbling into the intimate setting. The discomfort was for the outsider looking in. I imagined being free
not to care about others’ opinions, living by one’s own rules. Easier said than
A small blurb about the artist hung on the wall. I didn’t get much passed his age, thirty-five, because next to it a photograph almost stopped my heart. The man himself glared at the camera. Not a posed shot, one stolen on the street by paparazzi. Black hair, ice blue eyes, nose and chin chiseled like a bust of a Roman god.
I stumbled away a little shaken by the portrait of the reaper of women.
Would I be released by my editor from this assignment? No. Would I gain the self-confidence required for public nudity in two days? Double no. Would my sisters ever let me forget I chickened out? Triple-dog no.
Not only my likeness would be captured, Cobb might prove capable of reaching down and finding my true self, ready to be exposed. Could this opportunity remake me into one of those women proudly displaying their attributes to the world? Was I willing to risk all for a taste of confidence like my sisters wore every day?
The new expressive me lay trapped inside the old mousy me. Where there was a will, there was a way, but no graceful way out.
I dodged my sisters’ phone calls and focused all good karma on Wednesday. I arrived early for my exhibition; I mean appointment to a nondescript building with no sign or address, no names on the mailboxes. Subtle message, if you weren’t invited, you shouldn’t be here. I pressed the doorbell, heard footsteps coming to the door, and prayed I wouldn’t faint.
The imposing oak door swung in, and the grail of my quest stood before me. The men of my dreams were book boyfriends. Men conjured up from another woman’s imagination who yielded to her will. All were tall, muscular, ruggedly handsome, and smelled wonderful. Like them, this guy was all those myths come to life. Now I’d add a few revisions to include sparkling blue eyes enticing me to jump into those pools for a slow
swim, full lips, and thighs like tree trunks. Forget breeders’ hips, the sight of Benjamin Nance Cobb made my ovaries explode. He assessed me up and down then smiled. A slight dimple formed on his unshaven cheek. A kiss would fit perfectly on that indentation.
“I’m,” he hesitated andstared at me.
He knew I was a fraud. Who would believe I was a model?
 “I’m sorry, I’m Ben Cobb,” he said, pushing the door all the way open to the wall. “You must be from the agency.”
“Yes, I’m the model.”
Of what, I didn’t know.
“You look familiar. Have you posed for print ads?” His cordial tone sounded as if he had just parked my car.
What if he asked to see some credentials or my portfolio? I should have taken Eleanor’s crazy advice about head shots or shots to the head. Right now, I was a bit confused as my fear and flight impulses beat against my brain. As a result, I stayed put and proceeded in. I didn’t dare speak again, my voice hid under the covers, waiting for me to
come to my senses.
“The changing room is to the right, I mean your left. There’s a robe in there on the wall. On a hook on the wall. No, it’s on the door,” he said as he scratched the back of his head. “I apologize. I’m sure you’re a professional and can figure it out.”
Professional fraud at the moment.
“No problem, I’ll find it.” I strolled down a hallway.
Was he upset or nervous? Did I scare him? He probably thought, “How am I supposed to work with her?” Should I apologize in advance?
 I found an open pink door. It was more of a renovated closet with a full-length mirror, an embroidered chair, and an ornate hook on the back of the door with a flimsy yellow robe attached.
I bit my lower lip as I began to undress. I tried to focus on why I put myself in this situation: a career boost and a chance to get in good with the new bosses. I forgot about impressing my sisters, they would be questioning my sanity about now.
Getting him to talk presented the ultimate challenge.
“So why do you paint nudes?”
“Do you pay them or do they pay you?”
“I’m a fan of your mom’s work.”
Helen Nance Cobb’s books were special to me. They reminded me of my childhood before my parents died. Adele’s Armoire, Benjamin’s Bike, Celeste’s Closet, and Daniel’s Dugout were the first four books I could read by myself. Prose and illustrations
represented all twenty-six letters.
A soft knock at the door brought me back to the present. I gripped the back of the chair.
“Is everything all right in there?” he asked.
“I’m coming.”
If I shook anymore, I could make a smoothie. Yesterday I waxed, exfoliated, moisturized, and steamed myself. I wished I could pump up my courage too. Exhaling slowly, I opened the door to meet my new outlook on life or die trying.
The floor creaked as I ambled toward the easel where he stood, cleaning brushes.
“Where do you want me?” I asked as my fist clutched the robe shut.
He stared at me again. I must be the most hideous specimen to ever pose for him.
“When you’re ready, take off the robe, and lay on your stomach on the pillows,” he said, offering a slight smile.
I cautiously strolled over and sat on the floor with my back to the wall.
If a guy jumped out with a camera and yelled “Smile,” I wouldn’t be surprised. Being caught at the most embarrassing moment of my life made perfect sense right now.
 “How long have you been a model, Miss?” he asked, shifting the canvas on the easel.
“I’m Alexia Hale. I’ve been modeling for two years.”
Did it sound believable? Should I have used a fake name?
“Only with Perkins?”
Who or what was Perkins?
“I’m surprised they didn’t send you earlier. I’ve asked for a variety of women, especially without endowments. Sorry, I mean a woman with natural beauty.”
“My works takes me out of the country.”
My nose was about to go Pinocchio on me, and he noticed my breasts. My nipples hardened up and rubbed against the polyester blend. Traitors.
“Where?” he asked.
“Paris, Vienna, Stockholm, and Hawaii.”
All the places I would love to visit.
“Busy girl. Photography or painting?”
This one didn’t count as a lie. I liked taking pictures, and I finger painted in kindergarten.
“Are you ready to start?” he asked.
I let the robe slide off of me and flopped on the pillows. He didn’t flinch or move for three full minutes. He absorbed me into those piercing blue eyes.
“Excuse me,” he said as he hurried away.
The sight of the nude me made him vomit. I stood, wrapped the robe around my shoulders, and sprinted toward the dressing room. I’d grab my clothes and dress on the sidewalk. He must be calling the agency to complain, and they would out me as a fraud.
He rounded the corner and almost  knocked me to the floor. The robe swirled around my legs and landed in a puddle at my feet. My right arm went across my chest and my left hand fanned over my womanhood.
“Beautiful,” he said under his breath as he swept my hair back behind my ear.
Me? I shivered from his touch. This was why the women looked enraptured in his paintings. They had sex with him before they posed. That would blow the wind in my sails, definitely a step out of character for me.
“Excuse me, I’m being totally unprofessional,” he said as he leaned down, retrieved my robe, and handed it to me. “If you’re uncomfortable staying and want to leave, I’ll
“No, I’m fine,” I said as I fumbled with the robe, trying to put it on.
“Okay, let’s get started.”
I followed him back to the studio and pretended he didn’t stir me up. I couldn’t comment on my effect on him as I resettled by the pillows. The robe melted off me this time because I wanted him to see me.
“Please support yourself on your elbows,” he said.
I stopped trembling, pushed up, and glanced at him.
“Like this, Mr. Cobb?” My voice squeaked.
“I’m Ben. Mr. Cobb is my worthless father,” he swallowed hard, grabbed the back of his neck, and pressed down.
I touched a raw nerve.
“Look at me.” he said. I only shifted my eyeballs, afraid to move anything else. “I’m going to tell you when to change your facial expressions like be happy, pensive, sleepy, or sad, understand?”
“Please follow my directions, and don’t speak or move.”
The artist had arrived and was all business. Time for me to do the same.

About the Author

Long before DVDs, Mary Jo saw Gone with the Wind in the theater. She was ten. The
story never left her. She read the book three times. She saw the movie every time it was re-released. GWTWwill be seventy-five years old this
year and is her favorite movie. She would only make a minor change: Leave Ashley to Melanie and hold on tight to Rhett. Her writing sprung from reading, watching, and always wanting to edit.Mary Jo was born in Chicago and has never strayed far from home. She majored in  Accounting and received her MBA in Finance. She worked in the investment and banking businesses. Mary Jo is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Chicago North RWA, and Windy City RWA.
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tag10I felt the walls were crashing in around me. I tried to push against his chest, but he only held me tighter, his arms going around my back.

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