My short story “Just Coffee” is about a married woman who tries not to flirt with the local cop, despite his attempts to take her out for coffee.
Proceeds from this book are donated to Literacy for Incarcerated Teens.
The stories and genres in this anthology are based on various writing prompts and appeal to a wide range of readers.
an excerpt of “Just Coffee”
My pulse hammered away in my chest, and I inadvertently bit my lower lip, then gave myself a mental chastising for encouraging his behavior. What was I doing? No, Melissa. Bad. Bad Melissa. Stop. I straightened up in my seat and stared forward out the windshield at the lightening horizon. “Well, I should probably get going. I’m on my way to Food Surplus. I have grocery shopping to do this morning.”
“I’m headed that direction myself. How about coffee first? Friends can get coffee, right? And talk? Talking isn’t bad; you said so yourself.”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Just coffee. I promise.”
I casually ran my fingers along the curve of the steering wheel, desperately trying to find a reasonable excuse to get coffee with this man that didn’t instantly mean I was cheating. But I had already made the mistake of meeting his gaze. I couldn’t make more mistakes with this man . . . this muscular, athletic, tan—
No. I couldn’t allow myself to think about his body or what he might look like under that shirt. Not to mention whatever was below that buckle.