Chicks Dig the Accent
By Roxanne D. Howard
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance, modern-day fairy tale, Fairy Tales Revisited
She’s had a crush on Nicholas Sullivan, her British professor, for as long as she can remember. So when opportunity comes knocking to spice up her appearance, in the form of a French life coach, she hires Jean Luc Dubois to help her let her hair down and become more Parisian and hip, to reflect the person she is within. Thanks to Jean Luc’s magic, she starts to catch her hunky English professor’s eye, but the more time she spends with Evan, the more she begins to realize that her Prince Charming might just be the one she’s known all along.
“Going through with what?” They both looked into the living room, where a bemused Evan stood half-naked and barefoot in a pair of black pajama bottoms. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to save it from dropping to the floor. Evan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed as he zeroed in on her. He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon of milk. “Sorry, you left the door cracked open. I came to borrow milk.”
“Jesus, Evan! Knock next time, or at least text. I’m in my panties!” Nell smacked him on the arm and tugged down her nightshirt as she ran past him into her bedroom.
“Sorry,” he said, but he seemed distracted as he strode toward Molly, eyes glued to her lips. She sucked the rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar at the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes. She turned away to open the fridge to get the milk. It wasn’t uncommon for them to borrow food from one another, and he always watched out for them. He had a comforting, protective nature she’d gotten used to.
She grew painfully aware of her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and cut off at midthigh, and her thin white tank top. Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise, why did they have to harden every time he came near her?
She pushed hair out of her face and began to pour the milk into his empty half gallon. “Help yourself to the fruit in the bowl there. Nell had leftovers. How much milk do you want?”
“Enough for a bowl of cereal, please. I’ll get some at the store later.” She’d only heard his voice drop as low and husky during sex. She stopped after she poured enough milk, then gave him extra.
Evan reached over her to open a nearby drawer. He took out a fork. He inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice and brought it to his lips.
“Forbidden fruit, hmm?”
He teased the fruit around his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank his teeth into half the peach as he watched her, licking it. Her mouth went dry. Oh, he knew what he was doing. He chewed, licked his bottom lip, and held out the fork.
Before she could gain common sense and say no, she closed her eyes and parted her lips. He slid the remaining slice in. Molly closed her mouth around it. He withdrew the fork tines slowly from her closed lips, and his finger grazed her lower lip.
“You’ve got a bit on your…”
She opened her eyes and sharply inhaled. He’d moved closer, right there, and was about to kiss her. She turned away, burning.
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Hello, my name is Roxanne D. Howard, and I write contemporary erotic romance. In my newly released erotic romantic comedy, Chicks Dig the Accent, Molly Ivers is given a magic gift of sorts in that she’s able to undergo a Cinderella-type makeover.
As a hard core Harry Potter fan (and to give you an idea, I’m one of those loony-birds who stood outside of Waterstones’ book shop at midnight when The Half Blood Prince came out, dressed as Hermione), I love reading about magic in books.
Many years ago, I worked in a bank in England, and there was an older customer who was disheveled with unkempt hair and smelly clothes. He came in each week like clockwork to deposit money into his account, and one day I was discussing Harry Potter with a dear friend and coworker. After the same customer came in and left one day, she nudged me and said, “You know, despite what he smells like, I always like to imagine he’s secretly a wizard headed to Diagon Alley or something, you know?” My friend’s generosity and kindness toward the man has always stayed with me.
I love how transformative magic is, and the idea that a random passerby in tattered clothes could push open a spellbound brick in a dark, secret alleyway and step straight into a wizarding world.
If I could have one magical power, I would love the power to heal myself and others. There has been so much on the news lately about hate, racism, intolerance, and senseless destruction. I think the power to heal would be an amazing power.
Michael Jackson once said, “We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment.”
Healing our bodies, minds, and hearts, as we see every day in hospitals and care centers, brings people together and can change lives. I’d love to have the chance to do that on a wide-scale level, and to heal people.
What magic power would you like to have, and why?