The Pick-Up Wife Symmone Shepard

Hi All, W. Lynn Chantale here. Greetings from Arkansas, where it’s hot as (insert your own analogy). Today I have Symmone Shepard in the 69 Shades of Smut hot seat. A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of interviewing your husband. BTW, the man has incredible taste in cologne.

Symmone: (laughs) Yes, he does. Leo told me what happened, it was very hard not to chuckle.

WLC: You seem very happy.

Symmone: Oh I am. Leo has changed a lot over the last several years, but for a moment there I really though he was the same.

WLC: How so?

Symmone: Leo was always ambitious and he put his career before me. So when he wandered into the cafe where I worked I knew something was up. I never dreamed he wanted a reconciliation.

WLC: I hope you didn’t make it easy for him.

Symmone: Not at all. I couldn’t just let him waltz back into my life the same way he left. I had my kids to think about.

WLC: That’s right. The twins. *flips pages* LJ and Jewel.

Symmone: *smiles* You remembered.

WLC: Of course. Your twins nearly stole the show. If you don’t mind, just a few quick questions.

Symmone: Um, if you want to know if I wear boxers or briefs that won’t work.

WLC: *chuckles* Nope, but since you brought it up, do you prefer for your man to wear boxers or briefs?

Symmone: Boxers.

WLC: Pajamas or au natural?

Symmone: *smirks* What do you think?

WLC: Favorite scent?

Symmone: Any cologne Leo wears.

WLC: Did Leo ever fix the lock on the laundry room door?

Symmone: *blushes* He told you about that?

WLC: As he left the room. Do you have a favorite toy? Besides the spin cycle on the washing machine. Smutty minds want to know?

Symmone: Well…

WLC: Do you have plans to give LJ and Jewel a little brother or sister?

Symmone: Eventually.

WLC: One last question, do you and Leo still go out and dance?

Symmone: Every chance we get. My cousin, Mel watches the kids for us when we go out. We’re determined to keep the magic alive.

WLC: Well thank you so much, Symmone for being my guest today. To read more about Symmone and Leo, check out their story in The Pick-Up Wife now available from Whispers Publishing, Amazon, or ARe.

 

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The easy jazz number flowed into something more melodic, more sensual, a bit reminiscent of Luther Vandross’s “If Only For One Night,” and she wanted to have just one night with Leo.

She lifted her head and found him staring at her. The love and sadness she read in his chocolate-brown depths lodged a lump in her throat. It was as if everything he was was laid bare in one look. But she had to know one thing.

“Was it worth it? Was ending our marriage worth your career?”

Leo stroked her cheek before he threaded his fingers through her hair. “No.”

“Then why?” Her voice broke on the question. She couldn’t stop the lone tear from sliding down her cheek.

He lowered his head until he rested his forehead against hers. “I thought it would endear me to the partners more.”

She flinched.

“I’m so sorry, Symmone.”

Nodding, she stepped away. “I should really get home.”

He grasped her hand when she would have walked away. She gazed into eyes desperate for her forgiveness.

“Just one night.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so tired she’d have resisted more, but she wanted the same thing. At her nod, he led her from the dance floor and to the elevator. Not once did he let go of her hand; whether he was afraid she would change her mind or needed the assurance she was real, she didn’t care. She needed the contact. She needed to know he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He led her out of the car, down the hall, to the room next to the exit sign. When he faced her, he seemed to struggle with something before he drew her close.

She flattened her hands against the hard muscles of his chest. The cotton of his shirt warm beneath her palms. She gazed into his face, found a plea for understanding. If only he knew how much she wanted to give him a second chance, to let him into her life as if nothing had happened.

Rising on tiptoe, she touched her lips to his. When his arm tightened at her waist she kissed him with a hunger at odds with her projected calm. She just wanted one night, a few stolen hours where nothing else mattered.

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4 thoughts on “The Pick-Up Wife Symmone Shepard

  1. A wonderful interview. Symmone sounds like so much fun. Congrats on a fantastic book.

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  2. Fun interview! The book sounds like an emotional read:)

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