Title: Virginia Templeton Stories
Author: Marsha Casper Cook
Genre: Adult Romance
Synopsis:
Virginia’s
marriage of ten years to Slater Templeton, a ruthless corporate titan, has
provided her with all of the comforts she could ever imagine, but still
something is missing. He is all about wealth and accumulating power and has
been successful far beyond all expectations, but she has her own agenda and is
obsessed with the power she leverages through her undeniable sexuality.
Together they are a force to be reckoned with. Slater is the demon and Virginia
his temptress. In this loveless relationship, their only connection is the
power they share while the diva within her needs more. Will her unquenchable
desires lead her to keep dark secrets and to create a life for herself that
will take her where most others fear to tread?
Marsha Casper Cook is the author of 10 published books
and 11 feature-length screenplays. Her published works include LOVE CHANGES, a contemporary romance
novel, and TO LIFE, a
non-fiction biography about being a teenager and surviving the Holocaust. She
has also written four books for young children, SNACK ATTACK ,THE MAGICAL
LEAPING LIZARD POTION and the poetry collection THE BUSY BUS. Her book NO
CLUES NO SHOES is the first of the Emelina Hewitt and her dog
Stanley series. Marsha's latest work and her first in a romance collection, VIRGINIA TEMPLETON STORIES has
just been released in paperback and she is currently working on LEO LOVES GRACIE characters taken from
her screenplay Prince Charming which will be out after the first of the year.
Since early 2010, Marsha has hosted radio shows on Blog Talk Radio. She and
Virginia Grenier,the other half of World Of Ink Network Blog Talk Radio, have
been doing shows for almost four years. Her show "A Good Story Is A Good
Story" is about writing.Marsha does discuss many subjects on her radio
shows but her love of writing draws her to talk to other authors and marketing
experts.
She will be adding different shows this year with her partner at World Of Ink
Network, Virginia Grenier. Marsha is also is doing Radio Book Launches with
Marnie McNiff and Virginia Grenier with Michigan Avenue Media.Inc. specializing
in Children's Books, Romance and Thrillers.
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chapter one
Virginia
Templeton arrived at her psychiatrist’s office, ten minutes late as usual. She
was always late, as she rather enjoyed a grand entrance. Virginia was beautiful
and knew it, tall and graceful, with hips tapering into long, slender legs. A
body to die for, as they say. All
heads turned when Virginia entered a room; women wanted to be her, and men just
wanted her.
She was just as sexy dressed as she was undressed, as she
absolutely loved fashion. Her favorite expression was “shop until you drop,”
and she did just that. Virginia loved expensive clothes and shoes — oh,
how she loved shoes — and accessorized every outfit. She didn’t look at
price tags and, luckily, she didn’t need to.
Virginia’s image didn’t allow her to be all smiles or say
nice things, as she preferred to play the misunderstood diva and use her good
looks for favors. People didn’t cross the line with Virginia often and, when
they did, her wrath was like nobody else’s.
Nicholas Waters, her psychiatrist, sat behind his desk,
waiting for Virginia to make the first move. Sometimes she didn’t speak during
her sessions, instead just walking back and forth, angered that she was wasting
her time in sessions that she loathed. The only reason she had even agreed to
see a doctor was because her deceitful husband made that a provision in their
ongoing divorce proceedings. She wanted every last dime she felt she had earned
in their ten-year marriage. She had smiled when she had to, and undressed when
her husband wanted her. A small price to pay for getting anything and
everything she wanted.
Virginia thought that Nicholas wasn’t paying attention to
her, which really pissed her off. Even though he was just her psychiatrist, it
was still important to her that he pay attention. Little did Virginia know that
Nicholas couldn’t concentrate on anything else when she was near him.
Nicholas Waters was bound by an ethical code to avoid
involving himself with his patients. But in his mind, they were just fantasies.
Desiring a woman and actually acting upon his desire were two different things,
and his fantasies usually went away after a visit or two. Virginia Templeton
was a different case. He knew it, she knew it, and so did anyone who had ever
come in contact with her.
She had been looking at him from the moment she arrived,
but didn’t say a word. Nicholas sometimes wondered if she knew how much he
wanted her. He would imagine himself lying next to her, consuming every inch of
her sensuous body. Kissing her, touching her breasts, wondering how he could
make her happy. She was filled with desire―and, sometimes, quite a bit
of rage―but
that didn’t stop Nicholas from having tight control of his mind every time she
came for a visit. He was her psychiatrist, and that was the way it had to stay
… for now.
He was also a married man and, regardless of his
unhappiness, he had remained married to the same woman for more than twenty
years. When Nicholas met Carmella, he was a struggling medical student with
loans, minutes away from personal bankruptcy. She was beautiful, with vibrant
red hair and a sweet smile that usually presented her in a glamorous, but
guarded, light. Love never entered the picture. Her family was very wealthy and
highly visible. He knew she was the solution to his financial problems.
Carmella’s main flaw was that she usually had a drink in
her hand at eight in the morning and continued drinking until very late at
night. She never wanted sex with him. That didn’t mean she didn’t like sex; she
just didn’t like sex with her husband. For his part, Nicholas didn’t care about
love or sex until he met Virginia.
From the very moment Virginia Templeton walked into his
office, attitude and all, he was hooked. He had never felt such a strong,
passionate connection to anyone. Actually, he never questioned his life as much
as he did once Virginia Templeton became his patient.
A friend of his had referred her, and Nicholas reluctantly
took her on as a patient because he felt doing otherwise might put her on the
edge of doing something horrible. She came in with a lot of hatred and, whether
she admitted it or not, he sometimes thought they made a breakthrough. A
patient who didn’t want help never got better, but he felt she could make
progress by increasing her visits to his office.
Nicholas watched Virginia, waiting until she was ready to
start. It always took her a little bit, as she prepared to start the sessions
in her own way.
After strutting around the office, Virginia kicked off her
leopard, four-inch Stuart Weitzman pumps and sat her ass right smack in the
middle of Nicholas’s desk. She was wearing a very tight, black leather skirt,
and a see-through, white lace shirt. Because she was all leg when she crossed
them, which she liked to do, Nicholas could see her black lace panties and the
tiny rose tattoo on her upper right thigh.
“So, Nick, where shall I begin today?” Nicholas didn’t
answer, and that angered her more than he knew. “What the fuck? Help me out
here, Doc. I need some answers.”
For months, everything Nicholas had tried had completely
pissed her off. At that moment, he felt she might be ready for a breakthrough,
and quietly let her continue.
“Okay, let me tell you what happened last night,” she went
on. “Slater, my loving, sweet jerk of a husband was out of town. I got in my
car, went right back to my old stomping grounds, drank too much, and fucked a
whole lot of times. Since you didn’t ask who I was with, let me tell you. Two
men were in my bed last night. One was very tall, with dark curly hair. The
other was very short with a long blonde ponytail, kind of a freaky looking guy.
One was on my right and one was on my left. Blondie had one finger in my ass
and the other dark, sexy guy, who looked a lot like you, was in my cunt. What
do you think about that?”
Nicholas began to write notes. All thoughts of him having a
conversation with his patient were off the board for now. He was so busy
picturing the details that he couldn’t really concentrate. He was so far away
from where he should be ethically that he stopped himself, took a breath, and
then continued with his notes.
Virginia took full advantage of the moment, as she quickly
scooted off his desk and proceeded to strut around the office. “Wow, Doc, when
did you get that picture-perfect plant?” She didn’t actually give a shit about
the plant on the floor; she just wanted Nicholas to enjoy the view as she
leaned down to touch it. “Follow me, Doc.” Bending down even lower, she spread
her legs, once again exposing her lace-covered bottom. Then, just as quickly as
she had lowered herself, she stood up, turned around, and smiled beautifully.
“You know, Nick, you’re such a bore. You just sit there and
write and write and write. Come on. Say something. Do you ever answer your
patients, or do you like to totally piss them off? If that was your intention,
it worked. You win. I’m totally pissed off.”
Nicholas could sense her anger boiling over, and watched in
anticipation that Virginia might actually be feeling something. She was just
about to explode; he knew it, but chose not to stop it from happening.
Sometimes that was all a patient needed to break through the barriers they’d
surrounded themselves with. He also had to keep reminding himself of what was
ethical. He was in danger of crossing the line, and he knew it. He hoped his
feelings weren’t transparent to Virginia.
“I hate boring men,” she continued, as she paraded around
the room. “My father was boring. He rarely talked, and he never smiled. You can
write that in your little notebook. My father was a piece of shit―a
mean, selfish asshole. He never talked to me or treated me like his daughter.
He had no love in him; that’s what my mother used to say. He had no soul, and I
didn’t even cry when he killed himself. It was no loss to anyone. There are two
things I hate in men. A man who doesn’t smile, and a man who acts like he’s
better than me.”
Nicholas glanced down at his watch, realizing that Virginia
was getting more agitated. There was usually a moment during her treatments
that pushed her to the top. The moment varied, but the pattern always repeated.
“Is my time up?” she asked. “Even if it’s not, it’s time
for me to go. We’re getting nowhere today. As a matter of fact, I think today
will be my last visit. I don’t need to be here. Time is money. Face it, Nick,
you can’t help me. No one can.”
Nicholas decided it was now or never. “Virginia, sit down
and stop pacing. Let’s go with what you just said. You do want me to help you,
don’t you?”
“No, I don’t think so. How would you feel if you were seven
years old and your father pulled out a gun and pointed it at your mother? Then
shot her, took the same damn gun and shot himself in the head while his
daughter watched? I watched that! What kind of a person does that to his
child?” She was quite proud of herself for once again coming up with a good
story. “What makes it worse was my phony foster parents stuck me in the attic
with ten other kids. Sometimes I looked around the attic and wondered how my
life could ever be anything but dreadful and confusing. There were days when I
didn’t even feel human.” Oh, she was so good at this.
“Okay, Virginia. Now that you have told me what happened to
you, and you think I bought it, let’s begin all over again. Every time you come
here, you tell me a different story. This time, tell me the truth. Then maybe,
just maybe, I can help you.”
“Fuck you, Nick!” she growled. “That was the truth.”
“Okay, then. Tell me how and why you married a man you
didn’t love.”
Virginia began to laugh. “You don’t really think I come
here for your advice. Do you? I come here because my asshole husband makes me
come here. He won’t give me my fair share in the divorce unless I agree to have
some therapy. He wants to ease his conscience. He’s afraid he’ll look bad if I
go off the deep end, and he doesn’t want any headlines. A man like Slater puts
himself before anyone.”
Nicholas returned to his desk, which served as his safety
net. He could sense Virginia was getting quite angry, and wasn’t sure if he
should push during this session. Usually, that only infuriated her more,
causing her to tell more lies.
“Okay, Nick. Since we’re having this nice little chat, let
me tell you what I think. My husband wants to fix me and set me free. Women
like me don’t get fixed. We like men, sex, and booze. We drink for fun and fuck
like crazy. What’s so wrong with that? If it feels good, why not? I hate to
think that being in love is enough for anyone.”
After thinking for a moment, Nick figured it was time to
talk. “Believe it or not, love is enough for many people. One day, you will be
in love, and maybe that will be enough for you too.”
“Oh, really? Are you in love with your wife? Do you even
have a wife? I don’t know anything about you, other than I want to fuck you.
And I think you want to fuck me. I don’t do normal, and I don’t think you do
either. Or let me put it another way. You might do normal, but you don’t really
like normal.”
Nicholas was on his way to understanding her convoluted
view of what she was all about. He didn’t soften just yet, but he was on his
way. He didn’t want to compromise, but he was a man. Virginia had gotten to him
even with all his armor; she knew how to dig deep. He was very close to giving
in to his fantasy, and she knew she had finally penetrated into his soul. It
was, she thought, her moment.
Game on! She was euphoric. “I bet if you let me get you in
the sack, we would be born again as one. If you allowed me to slowly undress
you, button by button, and then gently massage every morsel of your being. My
lips would embrace that cock of yours and you, my dear doctor, would never be
the same. I promise you that! I can take you on a journey that will totally
overwhelm you, and you will be mine forever, or for as long as I want you.” A
sultry smile spread across her face.
Virginia found herself moving as close to Nicholas as she
possibly could. She could barely breathe. Her breasts pressed against his
chest, she could feel his hardness against her. He didn’t feel like other men.
He was distant and completely disconnected from her. To her surprise, he showed
no reaction. He just stared at her in silence.
Being this close to a man who seemed to feel nothing was
quite disturbing to her ego. Every man she knew would have reacted quite
differently. Although, she was excited by the challenge he presented. She
straightened her shoulders, not allowing herself to be weak.
Nicholas wanted to forget that he was her doctor and
instead take her in his arms. He was uncertain how long he could resist, but he
knew there would be no turning back once he gave in. He stepped back, putting
some distance between them.
His rejection angered Virginia. “You’re not the right
doctor for me. Tell me why you took my case. Your practice was full, but you
added me to your patient load. Did you really think you could help me?”
“Yes, of course I thought I could help you.”
“Then why the fuck aren’t you helping me?” she spat.
“Because you don’t want help. You have repeatedly told me
one lie after another. I can’t perform miracles.”
“Screw you, Nick. Screw you. I don’t like to waste time and
today, as usual, I am wasting my time. The only thing left is for us to go to
bed together. I know you want me, I can tell. But you can’t do it if you’re my
doctor.”
“Virginia, sit your ass down. I’m your doctor, not your
lover. Why would you think that I want to go to bed with you?” His patience was
wearing thin.
“Because every man wants me,” she purred, again closing the
distance between them. Reaching for his belt, she began to slowly lower his
zipper. “You want me and I know it.”
“Virginia, you need to leave. Now. As of this very moment,
my services as a doctor are over.”
Virginia backed off. “You don’t mean that.”
“Oh, but I do. Watch this.”
Nicholas wrote on his notepad, “Virginia Templeton’s
sessions have ended as of July 9.” He signed the paperwork to make it official,
then pointed to the door.
“You need to leave right now.”
Virginia strolled out of the office, not looking back. She
refused to let Nicholas see the tears in her eyes. He had won, and she hated
that.
Nicholas took several deep breaths, relieved to have
resisted her very tempting offer. Their sessions had ended, and only time would
tell if he would miss her. If he was honest with himself at that moment,
though, he was disappointed at the thought of never seeing her again.
Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern
Illinois, with her three little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school
sweetheart, Chris. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely
obsessive writer and reader by night.
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