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- Print Length: 260 pages
- Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1798990431
- Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
- Publication Date: April 7, 2019
- Sold by: Amazon.com Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B07QFS24LS
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- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #13,842 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
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From the Inside Flap
The lock to the front clacked shut. Bill turned to face her.
... after we lock up.
Why did he always look at her like that? Like he wanted to say something but made himself clamp down instead. Those eyes of his were dark with she-didn't-know-what and his fists clenched and released.
He stepped in her direction. Past her. Opened the door to the back and held it.
F---. You don't have to. Just leave. Don't come back.
That paycheck sat in her purse, though.
Christina stood. Followed.
He didn't stop once they entered the back half, though. The second door swung open to birdsong and highway noise.
"Outside." His head jerked toward the exit.
Her mouth came open, but he was serious. She suppressed a whine and went.
It was close enough to summer now that daylight still had its say at six o'clock. Shadows hung purple, but the western walls of buildings and trees would be warm and gold a while longer.
Her boss led her around to the back of the main office. A concrete pad extended maybe a yard from the foundation and ran the length of the building. The AC unit sat out there, along with some discarded truck parts that leaned against the back wall. An axle, a front bumper. Something round with a jumble of wires sticking out of it.
There was also a pair of green plastic chairs.
Presumably they were for employees who smoked, but she hadn't seen anyone use them aside from Bill, and that had only been right when she'd started working there. He'd either quit, or just didn't do it at work anymore.
His clothes don't smell like smoke.
Christina made and quickly concealed a face at having been close enough to him to know a thing like that, now.
He took one of the chairs and sat, his back almost up against the building. Her legs halted her a couple yards away, refusing to go any further without a command. The man wanted an hour a week? Fine. But she wasn't going to go jumping to it.
He was untucking his shirt. His hands worked open the top button of his pants. When they dropped to his thighs, he looked over at her. Expectant.
Ten thousand worries exploded and started fluttering around in her head. Why not just snag one and blurt?
"I don't think that chair's gonna hold both of us, Bill."
It might have been giddy imagination, but she could almost believe she saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile.
"It doesn't need to hold both of us."
She started to tilt her head, but then her stomach dropped.
His gaze swept her from top to bottom, and he settled back into the chair, knees sprawled wide.
"Seriously?" she said. "Out here?" There was nothing behind the Haul Ash but a creek bed some twenty yards off. Trees. Brush. Probably no one would see, but ...
No no no.
Brown eyes made a deliberate move to his lap and then back to meet hers again. The expression on his face never changed. He just waited, the a--hole, for her to come do it. Because he knew she would.
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Listen, this novel is just impossible to describe in words that will do it justice. In the first chapter alone it grabs you by the scruff of the neck and says "Git yer ass over here, 'cause I got a story to tell you." The premise is WILDLY improbable and inappropriate when you first read it, and there’s little doubt most readers (and I was one) will be going “Oh, come on!” But that’s part of the absolute beauty of this story. You'll think you know what is what, even as you roll your eyes. But you won't. You'll be wrong. Ever so subtly, through descriptions and dialogue that ring so mother-blessed true to life, you’ll find yourself pulled into this story. These people solidify and become some of the most fully drawn and real people you’ll read right before your eyes. Where you were groaning and going “Give me a break…” at the beginning you are suddenly nodding your head going, “Yeah, I’ve felt that.” or “Boy, I remember doing something like that back when I was…” This novel takes what should be a godawful set-up and then it hooks itself into you before you’re fully aware, and then it drags your heart, your emotions and—yeah—all those tingly, sexy-feely places all over the map. Eventually you just give up trying to figure out where the author is going to take you next because, honestly, you won't give a damn. You are just so caught up in these two stupid, blind, hilariously wonderful people and the journey they are on together that you’re just glad to be along for the ride. And that’s the thing; this novel is just such an incredibly beautiful journey, and the two main characters are so flawed and yet so relatable that you will alternately want to hug than and then slap them upside the head. By the end of the novel, you simply want to be able to climb out of a pick-up, head to the back porch, and sit a spell while the BBQ is grilling and just talk with them. You’ll want to laugh over a beer and say “Yeah, you two were acting like such damn fools, but you were foolin’ no one but yourselves. We could all see it.” And watch their faces smile, and bask in that, because that’s just how damn good this story is.
Go. If you haven’t already read this novel, just drop what you’re doing and buy it now. You will NOT regret it.
I gua-ran-damn-tee it.
What I particularly enjoyed is how Eris Adderly conveyed the complexity and depth of her lead characters, Bill and Christina, with such a deft hand. Though Ms. Adderly's writing style might be described as spare, her characters and their surroundings feel like they leap to life off the page. I love the fact that she avoided the twin traps of going into tedious descriptions and endless internal monologues, yet still managed to convey enough for the reader to develop a good idea of what has brought Bill and Christina to their current predicament. I also loved the fact that neither character felt too perfect to be real or relatable. In fact, both the leads could be described as flawed, but I rooted for them to find their way to a happy ending the further I got into the story. Adding to my enjoyment was the wry humor sprinkled throughout.
I stumbled across "Bass Ackwards" while it was still serialized on Literotica and enjoyed it so much that I started hunting down everything else written by Ms. Adderly I could get my hands on, both on the above mentioned site and Amazon; she is an immensely talented author who writes engaging and unique stories. When I saw this title was available for purchase I jumped on it, and I'm eagerly awaiting more from Ms. Adderly.
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After reading (and loving) Eris Adderly's contribution to a recent short fiction anthology I was keen for more so I grabbed this on release day.
It is a great read. Lots of sex, but with sweet relatable characters. And the sex is hot.
I didn't realise when I started it that this is the first book in a series. No cliffhanger here but I'm looking forward to the next one, and to checking out more of Eris' work. Highly recommended.