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SILVER FOX
by Author Misha Elliott
Richard Sisk has never been much of a risk taker. At eighteen, he gave up his dreams for the future—to do the right thing—and marry his pregnant, high school love. Over the years things changed, and now he finds himself divorced. Jill Caldwell has spent the last eight years caring for her younger brother, Evan, being both sister and parent. Now that he is settled into college, she finally has the gift of freedom.
Years ago, their lives crossed paths and now, eight years later, will Richard be able to take a risk for a new love.
Jill knows that together she and Richard can build a life of everything they ever wanted; that is if he can get over being her silver fox.
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Richard is divorcing after the end of his 20 year marriage. His marriage ended long ago but the thought of getting back out there is still daunting. The last thing Richard ever expected was to find and fall in love with a lady 14 years his junior.
Jillian lost both her parents. From the age of 18 she took on the responsibility of raising her younger brother. Once her brother goes away to college, she's 26 and struggles to enter the dating world. Meeting Richard changes all that when she's fall for her Silver Fox.
This was a quick easy read, i really wouldn't describe it as a Taboo read. Yes there was 14 years between them but she's 26!! I really didn't see a problem with the age difference. It was a sweet romance of two people find happiness when they never expected it.
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“The name’s Veronica, but you can call me V. So, tell me
handsome, do you like older women?” I am taken aback by
her bold statement.
The years have not been especially kind to her. I see the
orange, leathered look of her skin, and the fact she’s trying
to act several decades younger than her age, I conclude she
was rode hard and put away wet.
Even though I haven’t touched a woman, let alone had sex,
for longer than I want to admit, I am not desperate enough
to be with her.
There is only one thing a person in my situation can do. I
need to lie through my teeth and politely tell her I am
meeting someone. Before I can open my mouth to speak,
the door opens. A faint blue light from the neon sign spills
inside.
Right away I can tell the woman who walks through it is
different. Something about her draws my eyes to her, I am
pulled back from my current situation and the rewind review
of my life. A warm, sweet charm about her pulls me in.
I cock my head slightly to the side, giving me a perfect view
of this woman. She carries herself with poise, she has clearly
invested time in putting herself together, but it is not too
much. I can see she has beautiful, long brown hair currently
held hostage in a ponytail.
The big sixty-two-inch screen above the bar shows a football
game. I watch as almost all the eyes on the bar are no longer
focused on the screen. Heads turn to stare at the new sexy a
ddition to their midst. She takes it all in stride, raising up a
hand, and catching the attention of the bartender. They
begin a reciprocal exchange of jovial smiles as she places an
order.
A moment later, a perfectly tapped mug of beer is placed in
front of her. She smiles her gratitude back. Just as she lifts
her beer to take a drink, she turns her head to scan the
room. I know I should avert my eyes and not keep staring,
but I am unable to help it. When her eyes meet mine, she
smiles.
To my surprise, she heads in my direction. A sweet smile
lingers on her lips, lips glossed in a pale shade of pink. Her
gaze stays fixed on me, like she is a woman on a mission.
She gets close enough for me to tell the color of her eyes:
honey-brown. What I see in them is enough to knock me off
my seat and onto the floor. It is desire. It has been too long
since someone has looked at me with a hint of promise,
rather than the usual disapproving glare. Not knowing her
story, or why she is here, or if she is even available, I decide
to enjoy this moment.
It can't recall the last time an attractive woman, not
counting Veronica, tried to pick me up in a bar, so when this
young woman comes and stands beside me, giving me a
come-hither stare. She continues to watch me with her soft
eyes. “Hi,” she says. “Have you been waiting very long?”
Then she sets her beer down on the table.
My first instinct is to tell her she has me confused with
someone else or she is at the wrong table.
She leans over to give me half a hug, “Just go with it,” she
whispers into my ear, sending chills throughout my entire
body.
“Not too long, baby, I just ordered food.” Those words
feeling foreign as they leave my lips, and all I can do is think
about kissing hers.
I am taken away by the simplicity of her beauty. Even
though most women prefer heavy makeup, she is perfect
with just a natural look. It is obvious this woman is pretty
in a real way and doesn’t need a stitch of makeup. On top
of all that, she has voluptuous curves wrapped in the perfect
shade of blue. The dress accentuates the swell of her
breasts and hips.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but I think this is my seat.” As she
turns to face Veronica, I wonder what will happen, but being
the older lady, Veronica doesn’t flinch. She merely smiles,
eyeing me up one more time.
“Too bad,” she lays a hand on my shoulder, flipping her hair as
she as she turns her attention back to the sea of potential options.
“The night is young, after all. You could’ve been husband
number five.”
“Thanks for the assist, just now, I did not know how
I would have gotten Veronica to leave.”
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