Her life's as dull as light beer until the body god moves in next door; then she goes for the hard stuff.
Theresa Tierney is a lonely divorcee who lives in a ranch house in Golden Date Palms, a tacky development in Dusky Beach, Florida. An educated hick who likes her drink, she's lost her teaching job due to some questionable personal choices.
Next door to Theresa, eighty year old Oscar lives in a rental house. When Oscar's new roommate arrives, a good-looking body god, Theresa is both curious and disgusted. A brash New Yorker, Vario says what he's thinking and looks sexy as hell doing it. The brawny mountain of pumped muscle is mega alpha male.
Vario invites his friends from a local strip club to party in his backyard hot tub. This makes Theresa angry. In fact, Vario continuously makes Theresa feel and do things she wasn't expecting.
A rollercoaster ride of screw-ups, lust and love makes this sexy little story a fun read.
Vario had his shirt off. He was brown as the freckles dotting my lily white rump. His trapezius and lats and delts, all that, they rippled and smoothed over as broad a back as I've ever seen on a half-naked man. His waist tucked itself into his gym shorts without a centimeter of extra bulge anywhere. Adonis, anyone? My two ex-husbands were contractors, and both of them looked darn good half-dressed in worn jeans. But even though my boys worked their bodies every day out on the job site, they never had the science down. Not like this perfect specimen of toned muscle and body sculpting.
The room was filled with the heady aroma of garlic and testosterone. It was like being in a Mafia hideout. I had to take a good hard gulp of air and steady my knees as Oscar introduced us.
"Nice to meet ya, " I said. "Welcome to the neighborhood."
His pecs were like hard pancakes and he had an eight-pack gut. My eyes might have popped out a little, but Vario only said, "Last place I lived, the old lady next door was a real nosy Nancy. Hadda move cuzza her."
The thick Bronx accent only enhanced his manly brawn. I smiled weakly and waggled the plate of welcome to the neighborhood cookies I'd just baked. Like a flinchy lion-tamer with a thick raw steak. His eyes lit on me, clouded over, danced away.
"I don't eat crap like that," he said. His voice was low but mean, like a fog horn in the dark. "And Oscar, you shouldn't eat that stuff either. Bad for the blood. You want your pecker to keep working, you'll stay away from white sugar."
My face flushed. The guy hated me.
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