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When her boyfriend, who couldn’t give her an orgasm even if he had a map and Sherpa guide, decides she’s not “sexy” enough for him, does she collapse and fade away? Kind of but, with the help of a cowboy, a guitar and a vow to never visit the food bar again, she fades right back.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
I believed this would be my life; at some point I had this vision of stepping off a train in a new town, getting a room over a drug store, working as a waitress in a some mom and pop diner. Then, drinking in a local bar, writing songs on my guitar, meeting a kind, hot, young cowboy and becoming a country music star. Pulled from anonymity by some A&R guy after he sees me do a set at the bar. Music, poetry, spun to harmony on six strings. Money and fame but never losing sight of my roots. A grounded, wonderful woman that you’d have no problem chatting about bundt cake recipes with when you bumped into me at the Piggly-Wiggly.
Then, you’d tell your friends how cool I was, how nice, how approachable. You’d show the picture of us on your phone and have a brush with fame story. So many would because I would be that kind of star. I would have that kind of life.
But, I didn’t. Have that kind of life, that is. I had a life, but… not that kind.
