Another bad job memory with my friend Dee.
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.
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
A Bad Day At Work
by Dee S. Knight
In 1999, hubby and I were working for a company in Kansas City. That was the year his dad died. I was actually closer to his father than I was to my own, and his death hit us both hard. We caught an emergency, bereavement flight to Richmond, and then rented a car. The service was in a small town outside Richmond. Then, because of his mom’s illness at the same time, he and I followed the hearse down to Asheville to represent the family at the burial. We drove back to Richmond, returned the car and flew home, all in a matter of four days. We were at work the next day.
I was the lead technical writer, and sorry to say, I’d had a few run-ins with the programmer I was working with because he kept changing things without warning as I was trying to write the user guide. So that day at work… He did it again, after we’d already had our “come to Jesus meeting” about his doing it. I sent a sternly worded email, but (like an idiot) not just to him, but to his lead, and my director, and to the head of development, laying out my concern. Well, needless to say, I was wrong and he was right, and he came to my office to very gently and kindly explain why. I could have handled things if he’d been as nasty as I had been, but his kindness overwhelmed me—as had everything that had happened in the previous few days. I burst into tears, sent out an apologetic, mea culpa email to all the same recipients, and had to go home for the rest of the day. That was possibly the worst day at work I’ve ever had.
In my book One Woman Only, Kelly Shepherd has a few bad days at work when she takes over management of the family business. Seems that the old hands don’t trust her… Good thing she has former boyfriend Jonah Goodman to turn to.
And here’s Dee’s story, which is just great!
One Woman Only (The Good Man Series, Book 2) released in November in the Comedy, Erotica, Sport genre.
As one of a set of triplets, Jonah Goodman has always stood out as the least academic—and the last one to take the world, or commitment, seriously. Thing is, that’s not really who he is. But who can he convince of that? Not his family, who see him as they always have. And maybe not his one love, the sweetheart he left behind in high school but with whom he is now sharing an erotic holiday. Will he get his second chance to prove to Kelly that he is a loving man who wants more than a sensual few days, but a real relationship with the woman he lost once and doesn’t want to lose again? With that chance and Kelly’s love, Jonah knows that a “good man” can become a better man.
“May I have this dance?”
Kelly turned at the sound of Jonah’s voice behind her. Dinner had ended. All three of the boys had given best man speeches and Eve had even given a very creditable matron of honor speech, considering she had only known Marilyn and Caleb a short time. Lots of toasts had been raised and finally the live band had struck up the music. Caleb led his bride onto the floor for a foxtrot—a dance more than half of the guests had no idea how to do, including her.
Facing Jonah she sighed inwardly at how scrumptious he looked. Sure, his face was pretty much displayed on his brothers’ heads, too, but there was something different about Jonah. His nose was just a little crooked from when Bobby Hendricks had broken it in ninth grade and his eyes held an especially bright sparkle in his eyes when he smiled. Maybe… Well, she didn’t know what caused the difference between Jonah and his brothers. Whatever it was, she had never been fooled by the so-called identical nature of the identical triplets. She’d wanted to be his girl since elementary school. Thought she would be in high school. And then forced every last thought of him from her mind from senior year on.
“I don’t know how to foxtrot.”
He shrugged. “Who does except those over fifty?” He glanced at his folks, still alone on the dancefloor, although a few couples were wandering out to join them now. “We can pretend.”
She mentally compared standing on the sidelines alone now that Mama Rio left the party, or being held in Jonah’s arms. Smiling, Kelly held out her hands. “Just don’t step on my toes, Jonah Goodman, or there’ll be hell to pay.”