Conference Cupid by Eden Elgabri Page A

But in spite of being a secret writer for years, Keary just recently joined a local writers group whose
members talked her into this conference.
    “ Keary ,” her
critique partner, Susan, crooned, stepping up beside her. “I’m in room three
twelve. Soon as you’re settled stop up and see me. Actually after checking into
your room, come down and register. You’ll want to look through the schedule and
figure out which workshops to attend. You signed up for the bonus workshops
like I suggested?”
    “I paid for every extra per your orders.
Don’t worry; I’m going to get the full experience.”
    “Good. I’m glad. You’ll enjoy the meet and
greet with the models later. They get everyone juiced up enough to start a new
book. A couple of hours with one of them and you’ll go from straight romance to
erotica.”
    “Hey, my manuscript is pretty spicy.”
    “That it is and I can’t figure out how
considering you haven’t had sex in about forever. What are you doing, writing
from memory?”
    Keary glanced around, glad the girl behind the desk remained occupied on
the phone. “It hasn’t been that long.”
    “You haven’t dated at all since your
divorce. And that was before we met.”
    “It’s been about a year, not a century.”
    “Honey, a year without sex is a long time. Especially for someone who writes about it for a living.”
    “I only write about it part time. I’m not
as lucky as you. I still have a day job.”
    “Consider this time to play. There are
male models here. And my friend told me there’s a dentist’s convention in the
hotel down the street.” She laughed and placed a hand on Keary’s shoulder. “Some of the girls went there by mistake, but figured it out after
they saw false teeth covering what should have been the goodie table.
Practically peed their pants. Some of the single
ladies might check out the bar there later since the place is swarming with
men. You should join them. Do some research and make those love scenes shine.”
    “Susan, you’re really sick. Is yourpoor
husband a research tool?”
    “Of course, why do you think he’s so
happily married? We try out every love scene.”
    “TMI, Suz .” Keary shook her head to try to delete the last love scene
she’d read of her critique partner’s. Somehow it didn’t play the same.
    The hotel staff member came up and took Keary’s information and her credit card while Susan
continued to instigate and antagonize.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Keary Galloway. Impossible.
    According to the eavesdropped
conversation, she’d rid herself of the pompous and irritating Jacob Galloway.Devinhad been introduced to her after she started dating the most
boorish member of his fraternity. He’d never liked Galloway
and had always dismissed him as the worst example of nouveaux riche. Galloway’s acquisition of Keary made Devin like him even less. The green-eyed monster had never appeared before
and Devin found he didn’t like his company. Of course, Devin had known Keary since their freshman year of high school, but he’d
never appeared on the ex-cheerleader’s radar.
    She’d never recognize him. The years
hadn’t changed her. Her blonde hair, although shortened to shoulder length,
shone like bright rays of gold. Her eyes, the color of spring grass moistened
with morning dew, made his heart quicken. Her slender body now boasted more
curves, heavy breasts. His mouth watered at the thought of suckling them.
    Time had changed Devin significantly. From
weed-thin to filled out and buff, everything about his
appearance had altered. But standing there taking in the sight of her, he
shrank in height, weight and ego as he recalled the exact emotions of his
hormonal teen-aged years. As he remembered those tumultuous times his cock grew
thick and hard.
    “I’m going to buy you some alone time with
one of those models,” the brunette joked.
    “You’re not serious?” Keary called after her, her heels clicking at a faster pace as