Authors: Nancy Frederick
Hungry for Love |
Nancy Frederick |
Heart and Soul Press (2012) |
Nancy Frederick was born in Brooklyn, New York, raised in New Jersey and Florida and has been an uneasy California transplant for the last couple of decades. She’s an internationally acclaimed astrologer who is the author of thousands of articles and six New Age books. When she’s not doing readings for clients across the globe, she’s writing novels, of which this is her most recent. She enjoys strolling outside in the beautiful California sunshine, going to movies, and cooking. She’s @NancySussan on Twitter.
Also by Nancy Frederick
Love and Sex Under the Stars
The Lover’s Dream
Love Games: Psychic Paths to Love
Palmistry: All Lines Lead to Love
Tarot: Love is in the Cards
Special Edition!
This edition contains a bonus—the first half of
Nancy
’s best-selling novel,
A Change of Heart.
Hope you enjoy!
Copyright 2012 by Nancy Frederick
ISBN 978-1-4524-2850-5
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks so much to my editorial black belt friends Jack Pettey and Steven Darancette for offering suggestions
,
corrections
,
and advice about this manuscript. I appreciate all your Ninja stealth in ridding me of my lamebrain mistakes.
Hungry for Love
Nancy Frederick
The kids were fighting as they did every morning at the car. There were screams about who was to ride up front
,
words like shotgun
,
insults like poptart. Candy
,
who was only eight
,
was screaming
,
“
When is it my turn to be older
?
I want it to be my turn.
”
Normally by now Dr. Bill Masters would have focused on the fracas and broken it up but he didn
’
t even hear his son Will chortle and cruelly say
,
“
Never. Exactly never is when you
’
ll be older. Not even when we
’
re both dead.
”
Normally Bill would have stepped between his warring children and made a joke to set their minds at ease. By now he would have hugged Candy
,
who was weeping
,
and he would have set a stern but kind hand on his son
’
s shoulder. But he was distracted. There was a woman coming out of his house in running clothes and she carried two brown lunch bags. That wasn
’
t JoEllen. It looked like her though.
Bill shook his head like a dog tossing off some water. It didn
’
t work. He still felt damp and fuzzy. The woman locked the door—she had a key—and walked over to him. Suddenly his brain snapped awake. This was Chrissy and she was his live in girlfriend. For a year. What was wrong with him today
?
“
Forget your lunches
,
kids
?”
Chrissy smiled and tossed the lunches in the front seat
,
kissed Bill casually
,
and ran down the street
,
her voice floating back like music over a fence
,
“
Have a slender day!
”
“
What
?”
said Bill. He turned to watch Chrissy run off and saw his dumpling of an old lady neighbor waving at him. Bill walked toward Sophie Gold as the kids continued to struggle over who would get to sit up front.
“
Check me out
,
Dr. M.
”
said Sophie
,
striking a pose in her velour sweat suit.
“
I
’
m back down to fighting weight
,
thanks to you. Made it all the way around the block today.
”
“
Great work
,
Mrs. G. Where
’
s Mr. G
?
Why isn
’
t he walking with you
?”
“
If Bert were here how could I flirt with you
?”
she laughed.
“
I
’
m planning to bring you some of my strudel later today. Gotta sneak it in when that one isn
’
t looking.
”
She gestured toward where Chrissy was disappearing into the distance. She patted Bill
’
s cheek and sighed
,
“
Oh so cute. If only I were a week or two younger.
”
Bill laughed.
“
You
’
d be too much woman for me
,
Mrs. G
,
we both know that.
”
She nodded in agreement.
“
I
’
d take it easy on you
,
but only at first.
”
“
Oh you
’
re just shameful. And what would Mr. G say
?
He
’
s not a gun collector is he
?”
“
He
’
d say go on
,
take my wife. But leave the strudel.
”