This post with Dee is great because with July almost done, we can still hold on a bit with her memories of July 4. But with the book she’s taking with her, we can start thinking at what fall might bring (fingers crossed, people. All the fingers you have).
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That’s how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she’s lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors.
July 4th memories.
by Dee S. Knight
My dad was career Navy, so the meaning of July 4th—freedom—and the cost of that freedom—being without my dad for months out of the year—was always foremost in our minds. When he was gone, Mom and I usually joined with the neighbors for a cookout. The kids played and the adults sat around in lounge chairs and drank beer while they talked into the night. Why is it that hot dogs and hamburgers taste so much better coming right off the grill?
When my dad was home, we almost always went to the beach for several hours. The base where Dad was stationed had its own beachfront, so we didn’t have to fight the huge crowds on Virginia Beach’s main shoreline. At night we went to Ocean View amusement park. Not that I rode it, but it had one of the oldest wooden roller coasters in the country, and it looked HUGE! It was so exciting to be among the flashing lights, the crowd and the noise. And then there were fireworks over the Chesapeake Bay. I’d go home after a day of sun and a night of excitement and sleep soundly.
While I don’t have children and we don’t do things like that to celebrate the 4th anymore, Jack (also from a career military family) don’t forget the reason for the holiday. The 4th of July represents our struggle to gain our freedom from Great Britain and establish our own nation. It’s a grand experiment, still going on, based on our Constitution. As Dr. Richard Beeman said in Perspectives on the Constitution: A republic if you can keep it*, “…upon exiting the Constitutional Convention Benjamin Franklin was approached by a group of citizens asking what sort of government the delegates had created. His answer was: “A republic, if you can keep it.” The brevity of that response should not cause us to under-value its essential meaning: democratic republics are not merely founded upon the consent of the people, they are also absolutely dependent upon the active and informed involvement of the people for their continued good health.” It’s up to us to continue protecting our freedom and rights for the next generations.
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As I told you, here’s the story Dee brought with her.
One Woman Only (The Good Man Series, Book 2) by Dee S. Knight released last year in the Comedy, Erotica, Sport genre.
He left the car under the cover in front of the door and strode into the lobby. A petite brunette stood at the registration desk. “May I help you?”
“Yes, I’d like a room.”
“Yes.” Jonah dug his wallet out of his back pocket and removed his VISA.
“One king or two queens?”
The girl typed furiously and then looked up. “We only have two queen rooms.”
“Then that will do.” He didn’t give a flying fuck how many beds were in the room as long as it had one as a minimum.
Jonah tapped his card on the counter and then walked to the door to look out at Kelly sitting in the car. He wasn’t dreaming. That really was Kelly Shepherd sitting in his car and they really were checking into the Family Inn.
“Just one person?”
Oh yeah. He hadn’t actually checked in yet. “Two.”
“Oh.” What the fuck? Did that sweet young thing just frown in judgement?
“No.” There was that frown again. He glanced down at his clothing, looking a little wilted now after the wedding and imagined what it looked like, his checking in with someone, obviously coming from a party of some sort. But again, what the fuck? She worked in a no-tell motel. Lots of people probably checked in here in for a quickie.
That thought shocked him. Kelly Shepherd was no quickie. If anything, she was the love of his life, the one he’d never forgotten but never felt he deserved. The rich girl whose daddy owned more than half the town and rented most of the rest. And he was…
For the first time, he saw himself as Daniel had seen the three of them since childhood. Well-loved and well cared for bastards. Yeah, no kids had ever had better parents but that didn’t change his parentage. Who was he to hold Kelly Shepherd in his arms?
Just as he started to turn toward the door to leave, the desk clerk asked, “First floor or second?”
“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but just pick out a vacant room, tell me how much it is, run my credit card, and give me the key. My bride has been waiting in the car long enough.”
Her eyes widened. “Your…your bride? Why didn’t you say so?” Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She took his VISA and gave it back after a few seconds. “Park right out there in front of the light pole and you can come in through the front doors. Take the elevators to the third floor and go all the way to the end. That whole wing is empty so you and your wife can have some privacy.”
“Thank you, uh”—Jonah looked at her nametag—”Ms. Clark. I appreciate it.” Without waiting for more conversation, He dashed back to the car. Minutes later, holding Kelly’s hand tightly, he walked quickly back through the lobby.
“Congratu— Oh!” Little Miss Desk Clerk exclaimed. “You didn’t wear white.”
“What?” Kelly asked, slowing Jonah down with a tug on his hand.
“I said, you didn’t wear white. To the wedding.”
Shit. After almost talking himself out of taking Kelly up to the room, now interfering Ms. Clark was going to do the trick for him.
“No. That would have been inappropriate.”
Jonah saw Ms. Clark’s eyes widen again as he realized the spin her mind put on Kelly’s words. Then that damn frown returned. Jonah wrapped his arm around Kelly’s shoulders. “Come on, sweetheart. Our room is ready.”
“Okay,” Kelly said, gazing into his eyes with the love a real bride would have for her new husband. No, wait. That was a look of confusion. No matter. He pulled Kelly to the elevators and punched the button with his index finger. Once inside, he took her in his arms and kissed her with all the heat that had been building in him all night. To his relief, Kelly responded in kind, pushing her fingers through his hair and holding his head to hers.
When the elevator slowed and then stopped, they stepped into the hallway. Jonah checked the room number on the key card holder and turned them to the left. In her heels, Kelly had a hard time keeping up, so he swept her into his arms.
At their room, she took the key card from him and opened the door. Once inside, Jonah was certain his heart would burst from needing, from wanting, from years of unfulfilled dreams, all about to come true.
“What did that girl mean?”
“What girl?” Jonah took he shawl from her shoulders and folded it loosely on the dresser.
“The girl at the front desk. What did she mean about my not wearing white?”
“Oh, that.” He emptied his pockets onto the dresser, and deftly removed a condom from his wallet. “I told her we’d just been married.”
“What? Why would you do that?” Kelly moved away from his fingers that were trying to find how to unwrap her wraparound dress.
“Because she kept making judgmental noises and frowning. She made me feel guilty for bringing you here.”
“So, when she noted that I wasn’t wearing white she assumed that I wasn’t a virgin?”
“Probably.” Jonah took a step back and gazed at her. “Does that bother you? Because it damn sure bothers me that she dared make any assumptions about us.”
Kelly smiled. “You of all people know that I’m not a virgin.”
Jonah groaned. “Can we please not talk about that night again? And especially not now?”
Kelly smiled. “Sure, we can do that. And do I care what that little girl downstairs thinks? Not a whit. I just care what you think, Jonah. Here and now.” With a flick of her wrist, the tie came loose and the dress flowed to the floor. There, standing before him in all her glory wearing only a lacy bra and little satin short-short things, was the woman of his desires.