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Frankie is a punk rock singer that works as a secretary on the side. At her first show, she sees an attractive woman in the audience and becomes fixated on her. One day, while she’s writing in the desert, the same woman drives up and exits her car. They hit it off, and the woman, Skylar, takes Frankie to meet her friends for a night of drinking. The next day, they get coffee and decide to have a relationship. Skylar tells Frankie that she has a terminal brain disease, and won’t live much longer than a year. They decide to fight through it, and also through the perception of their relationship from other people, to form a unique bond.
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EXCERPT FROM BOOK
How do you wake up from partying harder than you have since college? How do you talk to anyone after fucking harder than you’ve ever fucked before, with more people at once than you’ve ever thought to imagine? Frankie had to figure that out as her eyes crusted opened and found the scene that she predicted, though she wouldn’t remember that.
Someone’s pasty arm was lying on her chest, and she felt it twitch as the owner fought off waking, so she shoved it off, and it came off like sticky tack because of the sweat. The room felt like a sauna from all the hot air. On standing, Frankie found out that she was sore just about everywhere, from her head to her, well, there. As a result, she could barely move, and she stood next to the coffee table naked and looked at the bodies sprawled on the floor and futon. She didn’t see Skylar among them.
A toilet flushed behind a door, and Skylar emerged, still naked, face long and worn from sleep. She looked up and saw Frankie and they both breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh my God, you’re here,” Skylar said, resting her hand on her drooping bosom. “I didn’t see you but I had to piss so bad… I’m just glad you’re all right.”
Frankie walked over to her, careful not to step on anyone. There was a wet spot on the floor that she felt, but she ignored it. “Do you know where my dress is?” she asked.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only.
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Frankie is a punk rock singer that works as a secretary on the side. At her first show, she sees an attractive woman in the audience and becomes fixated on her. One day, while she’s writing in the desert, the same woman drives up and exits her car. They hit it off, and the woman, Skylar, takes Frankie to meet her friends for a night of drinking. The next day, they get coffee and decide to have a relationship. Skylar tells Frankie that she has a terminal brain disease, and won’t live much longer than a year. They decide to fight through it, and also through the perception of their relationship from other people, to form a unique bond.
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EXCERPT FROM BOOK
How do you wake up from partying harder than you have since college? How do you talk to anyone after fucking harder than you’ve ever fucked before, with more people at once than you’ve ever thought to imagine? Frankie had to figure that out as her eyes crusted opened and found the scene that she predicted, though she wouldn’t remember that.
Someone’s pasty arm was lying on her chest, and she felt it twitch as the owner fought off waking, so she shoved it off, and it came off like sticky tack because of the sweat. The room felt like a sauna from all the hot air. On standing, Frankie found out that she was sore just about everywhere, from her head to her, well, there. As a result, she could barely move, and she stood next to the coffee table naked and looked at the bodies sprawled on the floor and futon. She didn’t see Skylar among them.
A toilet flushed behind a door, and Skylar emerged, still naked, face long and worn from sleep. She looked up and saw Frankie and they both breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh my God, you’re here,” Skylar said, resting her hand on her drooping bosom. “I didn’t see you but I had to piss so bad… I’m just glad you’re all right.”
Frankie walked over to her, careful not to step on anyone. There was a wet spot on the floor that she felt, but she ignored it. “Do you know where my dress is?” she asked.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only.
