Leigh Epstein is a grief stricken and lonely elementary school teacher that is devastated by the brutal and unexpected death of her true love at the hands of a careless writer. She overcomes her grief by taking matters in her own hands and takes up a little romance writing to resurrect her vampire-werewolf book-boyfriend. Leigh gets more than she bargained for when she discovers that every steamy erotic scene she creates is magically reenacted by her family, friends and coworkers.
In her hilarious first diary, Leigh unwittingly sets her parents up for a weekend dinner party that they will never forget. She has two weeks to find out what her new found magic is capable of. Can she prevent a wild erotic encounter that could devastate her sweet parent’s marriage? What and who else will get caught up in her magic spells?
Read a story so witchingly fun, that you won’t be able to put it down and you will be eagerly awaiting the rest of the Literal Leigh Romance Diaries!
The first place we passed by was the shooting gallery. A colorful assortment of plush stuffed snakes, bears, monkeys, and other animals hung from the awning. I couldn’t help it, I had to give a little squeeze to a plush orange and purple alligator. Hunter noticed that it had caught my attention. “How about I win one of those for you?”
He paid for his chance and with three shots from the cork gun he had three direct hits. He turned to me and handed me the prize, the psychedelic alligator. “Here you go. One grand prize. How about you give it a try?”
“I’ve never shot anything. Not even a cork gun.”
“I’ll show you!” Hunter threw down another five dollar bill and started to demonstrate how I should hold the little gun. I did my best to do it completely wrong.
“OK, I suck at this, too. I think you should come here and help me aim it.”
I was pretty happy when my plan worked and much like he did with the mini golf lesson, he came from behind and showed me the best way to hold the little rifle. I took as long as possible, because I was trying to let him know I really liked him being close to me. Time to get a little flirt on.
“So, do I hold my head back, like this?” I leaned my head back against his chest. “And do I hold my hand back here?” I grabbed the stock close to my body and awkwardly waved the barrel.
“No, let me help you.” In order to get to my hands, his arms came completely around me, as if he were holding me more than helping me with the gun. I leaned my head back a little and looked up. I was trying to build up the nerve to tell him that I wouldn’t mind him holding me as long as he wanted. He surprised me. “This is kind of a nice way to spend an afternoon. I really like being with you, Leigh.”
I laughed a little. “I was just thinking the same thing. Now, how do I make this thing shoot?”
By now, Hunter had probably realized I had sort of tricked him into holding me like this and he got his flirting skills on as well. “Well, you take one hand and grab around this part, then take just one finger and put it on the trigger. You want to touch it lightly and easily at first so it doesn’t just shoot off unexpectedly.” He took my hand in his and placed it on the curved grip of the stock. Slowly he wrapped my fingers around it. I was amazed at how he could touch my hands in such a sensual way. He took my index finger and placed it on the trigger. “Now, when you are ready, you need to squeeze it. Don’t just go pulling on it. Squeeze it gently, at first.”
“You are sassy! Are you sure? Just squeeze it? How about like this?” I wrapped my fingers around his index finger and stroked it. “Do you think that would work?”
We both started laughing at the exchange of corny innuendoes, and I inadvertently pulled the trigger as I lost control of the barrel, which pointed straight up. The cork shot out and bounced off of the metal rail above us and directly back down onto Hunter’s head. “Thank God it was only a cork and not another golf ball!” Hunter said.
I went to set the cork gun down and accidentally caught the barrel on the angled metal support that held up the awning. I forcefully pulled it free and as I did, I pulled the retaining pin free. The awning slipped an inch and then froze in place. I breathed a sigh of relief and then just as I exhaled, it dropped. Hunter ducked just in time, or it would have caught him right in the teeth. He stood back up and laughed.
“You know, I never thought going out with you would be so danger-”
Then the entire awning frame came crashing down on the top of his head. I screamed and checked on him. Hunter sat with a blank stare, then he finished his sentence.
“Dangerous- or painful.”
“This is my fault. I’ve never caused as much disaster as I did today.”
“It’s all right, Leigh. I’m thinking that I need to get some ice.”
“Well, you do have that wounded look on your face. How about we head back to my place? I’ll get you some ice and some ibuprofen.”