Ten Days in January

By Charlie Maddox

Love is complicated, and no one knows this better than Skylar Baron. Competent nurse, devoted wife, and doting mother, Skyler drifts through life feeling as if she's nothing more than a silent passenger. Then she meets Jesse, a much older man, and their worlds are turned upside-down.

Winner of writing.com's 2009 Quill Award for Best Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Maddox
• Release date: Jun 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476304977

Charlie Maddox

Charlie Maddox grew up in Sterling, Alaska, but currently calls beautiful Boise, Idaho, home. Her stories, articles, and essays have appeared in magazines and writing-related newsletters across the United States. Her novelette "Ten Days in January" received writing.com's 2009 Quill Award for Best Erotica. Her second book, "Indiscretions: A Short Story Collection," is comprised of nine stories originally written for various erotica contests between 2008 and 2009, most of which took either first or second place. Charlie is currently working on an erotica series, the first book of which will be released in late 2012.

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TEN DAYS IN JANUARY

By

Charlie Maddox

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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Ten Days In January

Copyright 2009 by Charlie Maddox

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

This story was originally written for a contest and subsequently won the 2009 Quill Award for Best Erotica on the writing website writing.com. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

About the Author

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Chapter 1

I was scared shitless. Not only was I not used to flying, the thought of finally meeting Jesse after all these months was almost too much to bear.

I boarded the plane at 2:50 p.m.--Delta Airlines Flight 4395 from Boise to Salt Lake City for a one-hour layover, then on to St. Louis. The entire trip was scheduled to take approximately four and a half hours. I’d brought my computer along; though I wasn’t sure I’d have time to use it. If things went according to plan the last thing on my mind would be my computer. I also wanted to bring my camera, but my computer was the only carry-on I was allowed to bring, so I bought a large purse and threw my camera inside. There, I thought. Everything I need for ten days in a new city.

I found my seat, 3D, tucked my computer into the overhead compartment, and plopped down next to the window. I hope I don’t get stuck next to some big fat guy who wants to talk the whole way, I thought as I pulled the latest edition of The Writer out of my oversize purse. This is my insurance--look busy reading and people will leave me alone.

The captain’s voice came over the intercom and the flight attendant pantomimed how to use the oxygen masks, showed us where the emergency exits were, and demonstrated how to fasten our seatbelts should the plane experience difficulties. Yeah, right! I thought. Like a friggin’ seatbelt is gonna help us out if we go down.

Statistically speaking, you’re more likely to be struck by lightning than die in a plane crash.

I turned to my left and looked into a very large but friendly face. He was sixtyish, graying at the temples, and he wore glasses that were way too small, but his smile reached all the way to his eyes. I liked him instantly.

David Tibbets, he said, extending a hand. I teach Anatomy and Physiology at Boise State University.

Skylar Baron, I replied, taking his hand. I’m a nurse at St. Al’s but secretly aspire to be the next great American novelist. Nice to meet you, David.

Now that’s a nice firm handshake for a girl, Skylar. A nurse, huh? Were you in my class? You look familiar.

No, I went to nursing school in Nevada.

Hmm. I wonder where I’ve seen you before. I never forget a face. Oh well, I suppose it’s neither here nor there. Where you headed?

St. Louis to visit a friend.

You’re kidding me?