See Jane Love - By Debby Conrad Page 0,1
the grace and beauty, while Janie was just . . . Janie. Sara was tall, about five-eight, compared to her own five-feet-two. And although they both had curly auburn hair and green eyes, Sara was strikingly beautiful, while Janie was just sort of plain. She might be considered cute, at most. And wouldn’t you know, she was the one who had gotten the extra dose of freckles when they were being passed around, while Sara’s pearl-colored skin was flawless.
“Your problem is,” Sara continued with her lecture, “that you’ve never been in love before.”
“I have, too.”
Tilting her head and raising an arched brow, Sara said, “You mean Frick and Frack?” Those were Sara’s pet names for Janie’s ex-boyfriends, Frank and Justin, neither of whom Sara had ever cared for. “You were never in love with either of them. You just thought you were. When you meet the right person, it’ll happen. Trust me.”
“So, let me get this straight. I’ll never have an orgasm unless I’m truly in love?”
Sara’s face flushed. “Stop talking like that!”
Janie sat up straight in the chair. “Sorry, Little-Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but you don’t understand.”
“I understand perfectly. Rona Sampson needs her head examined. Maybe you should think about getting a new agent.”
Janie liked Rona, in spite of Sara’s opinion, and she thought Rona’s suggestion sounded like a pretty good one. Go out and have a wild, passionate, meaningless affair, and then write everything down.
“Gertie thinks it’s a good idea, too.”
Sara’s mouth dropped open. “You discussed this with your eighty-two-year-old neighbor?”
“Eighty-three. And yes. Gertie’s not a prude. Like some people,” she muttered under her breath, looking pointedly at her sister.
“I don’t believe you!”
“Sara, my last book was rejected because the editor said there wasn’t enough passion and emotion. And my love scene sucked,” she added quietly. “It’s no wonder, since I obviously don’t know what I’m doing.” The few times she’d made love with Frank, and then with Justin, had left her unfulfilled. To put it bluntly, both men had been sadly disappointing in the bedroom. Duds.
“But you’ve sold six romances already.”
“I know that, but times are changing. Romance readers don’t want sweet and innocent anymore. They’ve moved on to hot and steamy, some toward erotica even. And unless I can push the envelope with my love scenes, Sassy Books isn’t interested in publishing any more of my work.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Sara’s face grew even redder.
“Yes, it is,” Janie agreed. “But it also happens to be true.”
“So, you’re just going to go out and pick up the first guy who comes along and have an affair with him? Just so you can see what it’s like to have an or--” Sara bit her lip and shook her head slightly. She obviously couldn’t say the word aloud.
“Or-gas-m,” Janie slowly enunciated each syllable. “And no, I’m not about to pick up the first guy who comes along. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought. That’s why I asked if you knew of anyone who might be interested.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Sara said, slapping her hands to her sides. “Like I’d actually tell you if I did. I’m not your pimp!”
Okay, that was honest, at least. “Well, Gertie promised to keep her eyes open for me.” She paused, gauging her sister’s reaction. Sara only frowned and crossed her arms over her stomach. “Don’t you at least want to know the type of man I’m looking for? Just in case someone comes along?” When Sara rolled her eyes, Janie rushed onward. “I want a man who’s beyond good looking, but not in an all-American boy way. Someone who looks a little sinister might do the trick. You know, the bad-boy type.”
Sara sighed in frustration but didn’t interrupt.
“And he has to be tall. With dark hair and dark eyes.” Frank and Justin were both fair--blond hair and blue eyes. She wondered briefly if that had something to do with her feelings, then dismissed the idea as silly.
Sara shrugged helplessly this time.
“And nice buns would be an asset.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Definitely.”
“An asset? How?”
“Trust me,” Janie said grinning. “So, that’s it. A tall, good-looking bad boy with tight buns, dark hair and dark eyes. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
“I suppose not. But what about integrity, ambition and--
Janie waved a hand. “I don’t want to marry the guy, I just want to have sex with him. As long as he has all the necessary parts, I can overlook a few flaws such as lack of ambition and integrity.”
Sara