zaterdag 3 januari 2015
This is so easy…so easy.
She opened her mouth and found his tongue. He tasted and smelled wonderful. They dissolved into each other. Clothing was gently removed, he helping her, she helping him. No fumbling, no grabbing, every movement willing and deliberate.
Now Milt took the lead. Gently he laid her down on the bed and brushed his mouth slowly over her face and neck then her breasts and belly. She lay back, aware of every individual caress until a need to return the touches overwhelmed her, and her mouth found his delicious, smooth, firm skin, and her nose absorbed his unbelievably erotic smell. She could feel a throbbing ache building in her and knew that only filling herself with him would relieve it. And she wanted him in every part of her.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, now!”
And then he was pulling away from her, standing up and going toward the window, where all their clothes lay.
What had she done wrong? Had she told him to stop? She hadn’t meant to, but she had done that so often with Jeff because that’s what Jeff had wanted to hear; it had been her husband’s signal to propel himself into her. Had she groaned some sort of protest from habit? She didn’t want Milt to stop.
She was naked and alone in a big bed, aching beyond anything that was comprehensible.
Everything that had happened in the last day roiled up inside her head like a montage from a thousand nightmares. She had lost her grasp again; she was going to fall off the earth. She turned onto her side, pulled her legs up to her chest, and her vocal cords released the terror.
He was shaking her, his hands gripping her shoulders, his words finally penetrating her sobs.
“Hey! Hey!” He grasped her to him, and she threw her arms around his neck. If she held on tight enough, she would not fall away. Finally her breathing slowed. Milt’s arms were still wrapped around her, and she felt herself being rocked back and forth. She pulled her head away and looked at his face.
“What the hell was that?” His tone of voice softened the words. “What happened?”
Suddenly Georgia became aware of her nakedness. She let go of Milt’s neck and reached for a pillow, which she held up to her chest. Milt got up from the bed. The blanket and sheets had been folded back by housekeeping the evening before. Milt pulled them up over Georgia then sat next to her on the edge of the bed, whispering soothingly, “It’s okay, Georgia. It’s okay.”
Title: River Card
Author: Joan Destino
Genre: Psychological Thriller
“Who was she trying to fool? Herself? A little late for that. She had to win; her survival depended on it.”
Do you have what it takes to lose it all? Find out in Joan Destino’s stunning debut novel, “River Card.”
Georgia Kassov Cates is a business woman, a wife, a mother…and a gambling addict. Desperate to recoup a devastating string of losses, she risks it all for one last game- a game that’s abruptly halted when the Las Vegas casino succumbs to a freak blackout.
Georgia meets some fellow patrons of the Las Vegas casino, including the wealthy Melanie Nallis, a woman haunted by her horrific childhood; Zivah Koski, an enigmatic elderly holocaust survivor; Phillip Vance, a billionaire casino developer; and Milt Braverman, a professional poker player.
As they get to know each other, a connection is slowly revealed: postwar Germany, a time and place that is reflected in” River Card’s novel-within-a-novel, “Alexandra.”
Alternating between the opulence and depravity of 1940s Germany, and the glamor and baseness of 1990s Las Vegas, “River Card” reflects Georgia’s mounting fears-both past and present-as she plays one last hand…
As the daughter of an Army Officer, Joan Destino traveled throughout her childhood, living in many parts of the U.S. as well as Germany. After high school and college in New England, she taught kindergarten in Boston while her husband attended law school. In the early seventies she moved to the Los Angeles area, raising her family in San Marino. She participated in the UCLA Writers’ Program for several years, culminating with several semesters in their Master Novel Writing Class. After playingTournament Bridge for years, shebegan playing casino poker in the mid-eighties. She bought a second home in Las Vegas in the mid-nineties and moved there permanently when her husband retired in 2004. Joan plays both cash and tournament poker including the World Series of Poker at the Rio Casino.