Title: Pretty Please
Author: Tracey Michael
Publisher: Torquere Press
Release Date: 8/10/16
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Length: 22000 words
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Lesbian Romance
Thea and Gwen have been best friends since they were kids. Thea will do anything for Gwen and she uses it to her advantage whenever necessary. A coerced shopping trip turns into a “date”. A few tears turn into unexpected sex. Friendship turns into love. Wait. When did that happen? And do they want to pursue those new feelings? What happens if an attempt at a relationship ruins everything? Thea isn’t sure she wants to risk it, but Gwen is sure she does. When Thea turns her “straight” best friend down, Gwen is crushed. Thea has always known she was a lesbian and she loves Gwen more than anything, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be Gwen’s experiment. That will only leave her with a broken heart in the end. Can Gwen change Thea’s mind and prove that her love is true?
Before she knew it, Thea was at her front door. Gwen pasted on her best smile and bounced to the door. Thea was just closing it behind her when Gwen came around the corner. She almost turned around and walked the other way when she saw the look on Thea’s face. Instead, she kept the smile on her own face and pretended not to notice. Thea continued to stare at her as if she had a second head.
Finally annoyance broke through Gwen’s patience. “What?”
Thea seemed to shake herself out of whatever daze she was in and really look at Gwen. “Huh? Did you say something, Gwenny?”
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Gwen frowned at Thea.
Thea shook her head, drawing her brows down. “I wasn’t staring at you. Why would I?”
Gwen’s chest clenched. She felt her cheeks heat. Gwen knew Thea didn’t mean that the way it sounded, but coupled with last night’s party, it hit her hard.
“Never mind. You know what? I’m not feeling very well. Would you mind if I skipped the game today?”
Thea frowned harder and moved closer. She searched Gwen’s face and eyes. “You do look a little flushed.” She raised her hand as if she was going to check Gwen’s forehead for a fever, but Gwen backed away.
“If I’m coming down with something, I don’t want you to get it,” she covered.
Thea watched her for a minute, then nodded. “If you need me, Gwenny, you call me.”
Thea made her way back to the door and opened it up. With one last look at Gwen, she turned and left. Gwen waited until Thea’s car started up and pulled out of the driveway before she moved. Shoulders sagging and tears gathering in her eyes, Gwen went to her bedroom and changed her clothes. Since it didn’t look as if she was going anywhere today, she put on a pair of lounge pants and a tank top. She tossed her bra in the pile with her jeans and sweatshirt. Gwen felt drained, bone tired, so she slid into bed for a short nap.
The nap lasted the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. When she got up, she shuffled to the kitchen for something to drink. She saw the light blinking on her cell-phone, and on the answering machine. She didn’t bother checking the messages; she knew it was Thea calling to check on her. Gwen opened the freezer door and pulled out her emergency Ben & Jerry’s. She took the lid off the carton, tossing it onto the counter, and reached into the drainer for a spoon. Shuffling her feet once more, she went to the couch and curled up in the corner. She clicked on the television and flipped through the channels until she found a chick-flick to her liking. Gwen dove into her ice cream, scooping out mouthfuls. It wasn’t long before the ice cream was traded for alcohol and the tears were flowing.
In the midst of the crying, Gwen’s phone rang. Without looking, she answered it between sniffles.
“Gwenny? Gwenny, what’s wrong?” Thea’s voice was laced with concern. Gwen could hear yelling and whistles and cheers on the background, so she knew Thea was still at the bar watching the games with the guys.
“Nothing. I’m fine. Go have fun, Thea.”
Gwen hung up the phone as Thea started to argue. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to fun when she was so sad. Gwen lay down on the couch and continued to sniffle while she watched the movie. The screen was a little blurry, but oh well. She’d seen this movie enough to say the lines along with the actors.
Meet the Author
Tracey Michael is the pen name of Tracey Steinbach. Her three children call her Mom or Mama. Tracey has been married for over twenty years to a man who’s broadened her horizons. He introduced her to NHRA Drag Racing in 1997. She’s been a fan ever since.
Tracey has an eclectic taste in music and movies, enjoying everything from country to hard rock. Def Leppard is her favorite rock band. She enjoys watching Disney cartoon movies, action/adventure, and romantic comedies.
She loves watching NFL Football. Go 9ers and Saints!
Tracey has been an avid reader since her teen years. She started writing, seriously, after her first short story was accepted for an anthology in 2011. Reading books for a living had always been a dream of Tracey’s. She often jokes that she writes to fund her reading habit.