Wait up!....hold it!.....it's not quite July 1st, so I'm holding back the next Gypsy Bonfire Story. It's not easy because next month we have an award winning story. I decided to do something new and give you a sneek peek.July's talented author is Jean McBride. We'll give you the whole scoop on the 1st, but until then, have a look. By the way, although this installation may read as Chick Lit, I invite my guy readers to jump in. It may evoke a memory or two....or three......
Excerpted from the middle of Jean McBride's: THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO EDDIE RAY:
I met Eddie the summer I turned sixteen. He was the most exotic creature to ever set foot in Cheyenne, Wyoming, more god-like than mortal. His eyes were the color of Hershey’s Kisses flecked with gold, and they lit up like a Fourth of July sparkler when he flirted, which was all the time. His skin was tanned; his black hair glistened like a raven’s wing in the sun. But it wasn’t just his looks that attracted me and every other female. We had our share of good-looking boys in Wyoming. No, it was that he was from Louisiana, a full-blooded Acadian. To an inexperienced Wyoming girl, the Cajun patter that flowed out of Eddie Ray’s mouth like strings of silk was better than any aphrodisiac. One utterance of “bebe” turned me to mush.
I was the first person he met when he arrived in Cheyenne. Everyone wanted to go out with Eddie Ray, but I had the advantage, because he was spending the summer with his grandmother, my next-door neighbor. We had proximity going for us, along with a chemistry that, by all rights, should have set fire to the entire neighborhood......
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.....how's THAT for whetting your appetite?