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Let's Get Crazy [MultiFormat]
eBook by Caryn Carter
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Jazz pianist Eric Sweeney is at the end of a six-month gig at The Heritage Jazz Club in Manhattan. His thirty-fifth birthday is fast approaching and he still hasn't experienced the fantastically wild sex of his dreams. What better gift to himself than a weekend under the tutelage of the sexiest woman he's ever met--the woman of his sexual fantasies? Angel Duvernay's very conventional life has just been turned upside down. She may be dying of a rare blood disorder. This could be her last chance to try some of the things she never dared before. Like take a lover for an erotic, short-term affair. Angel never put a face to her fantasy man, until she's introduced to Eric Sweeney. After a weekend together, will Angel and Eric discover that more than sexual fantasies can come true?
eBook Publisher: ImaJinn Books, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [592 KB], eReader (PDB) [114 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [95 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [85 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [134 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [148 KB], hiebook (KML) [275 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [153 KB], iSilo (PDB) [78 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [98 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [146 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [126 KB]
Words: 30603
Reading time: 87-122 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-933417-42-0
 
Chapter OneShe was going to die. Maybe not tomorrow or next week. Maybe not even next year. But she was going to die sooner than she should. "Ms. Duvernay?" Dr. Frazier's hand on her arm brought Angel's head up, leveled her gaze with his usually bright blue eyes, clouded now with concern. "I'm sorry I had to hand you such upsetting news. It's just that--" It was just that what had come back from the laboratory didn't look good. Not good at all. Dr. Frazier gave her arm a comforting squeeze. "There's still a chance it's not what it seems to be. With a disease this rare, this new, diagnosis isn't easy. There's always a chance for error." She knew he was doing his best to lift her spirits, to give her something to hold on to. To soften the blow. She appreciated that, but she had always preferred to meet the unpleasant things in life head-on. It was better to swallow the bitter pill fast, her mother always told her. Get it over with quickly, then forget about it and go on to something else, something sweeter. And that's what she would do now. Swallow the bad news fast, then get the heck out of here and try to come to terms with the rest of her life. "I'm going to set up another test with Carlyle Labs. No place is better equipped to deal with something like this than they are. I'll ask them to put a rush on it, since you need to know before you have to leave the country again." She nodded, too clogged in the throat to speak. It was one thing for the mind to accept a decision, another for the emotions to follow suit. She wouldn't be dealing with this without a few tears. And she wasn't one to cry in public. She needed privacy. She needed to be home. * * * *Sunday morning, Angel watched the sun come up over Madison Avenue from her bedroom window. She'd spent the entire night exactly as she'd spent the remainder of Saturday after she left Dr. Frazier's office. Worrying. Thinking. Planning. Crying. Trying to accept the grim news she'd been handed. Trying to understand the how and the why of it. Trying to halt those dreaded words that scrolled past her mind like a blinking neon banner. Leukemia. Rare. New. Words she'd likely be hearing and living with for the rest of her natural life. The rest of her short natural life, if the new test results came down on the wrong side of the scale. No matter how sensitive Dr. Frazier had been, leukemia was still cancer. And there was no comfort in the fact that it was a new, rare form. If anything, its newness and rarity made her more anxious because there would be less knowledge in the medical community to access. Maybe if she took a different approach she might alleviate some of the anxiety. Maybe she could look on the bright side. Well, okay, there was no bright side. But maybe there was opportunity here. Opportunity to do some of the things she'd always thought of doing but never seriously entertained because ... well, because basically she was a chicken when it came to pushing the envelope. But if ever there was a time to throw caution to the wind and push the envelope, this was it. Let's see, there was skydiving. How many times had she envied all those brave souls who jumped fearlessly from airplanes and vowed to join their ranks one day? And what about rappelling and white-water rafting? How many times had she considered those gutsy sports? Of course even if she made up her mind to try any of those things now, the seriousness of her condition might not let her follow through on them. Although Dr. Frazier had assured her that even in the worst case scenario, once they began treatment she'd likely feel good for quite some time, one never knew. On the other hand, truth be told, she didn't feel the least bit sick now. Just a little tired, which was what had sent her to Dr. Frazier in the first place. But did she feel well enough to indulge in strenuous activities she'd shied away from in good health? Her short-lived, buoyed-up spirits took a nasty nose-dive and she was down in the dumps again. She couldn't even look forward to experiencing something with an edge of danger in it for whatever life she had left. Perhaps if she gave it more thought she could come up with something that would be a grand adventure, something exciting and daring, and yet not demand so much of her physically. Something like ... like having a night of sex with Eric Sweeney. Just the thought had adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream like water over a dam, lifting her up, taking her down, and pushing her forward, calmer, yet still rampant with energy. Here was a real possibility. A real chance to do something daring and daunting, maybe even a little dangerous, but in a good, life-affirming way. After all, what will be, will be. She had no power to change the verdict. The only power she had was to change herself. Clichéd, but true. She sighed heavily. Should she do it? The answer came quickly. She would take the chance and go for the gold. After all, what more did she have to lose?
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