Talk Dirty to Me

By Remmy Duchene

Majid Thalen is a successful doctor with a past who's been working crazy hours. Finally, exhausted, he takes some time off work and decides to get some rest. But he's about to learn that surgery isn't the only thing one must not do when tired.

Zavon Mowat is a sex line operator because the bills and his tuition are not going to pay themselves. When Majid accidentally calls his line, he is instantly drawn in by this man. But there's something in Majid's past that is getting in the way of everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Dec 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781772331363

Remmy Duchene

Born on the island of Jamaica, Remmy Duchene began writing at a very young age. She now lives in Canada where she spends most of her time free time, when not writing or working the EDJ, with family, taking pictures, looking for the next sin-spiration and trying desperately to cook the next great dish.

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Copyright© 2014 Remmy Duchene

ISBN: 978-1-77233-136-3

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Tricia Kristufek

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my wonderful readers - you are truly the best in the world.

Thank you.

TALK DIRTY TO ME

Remmy Duchene

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

Majid Thalen stopped in the staff locker room, pressed his forehead into the cool metal of the locker, and moaned. The exhaustion vibrated from the soles of his feet, up his legs, and throbbed against his lower back. For a moment he remained where he was, trying to gather himself. When he finally moved, it was just to chuck his gloves in his locker, slam it shut, and make for the exit.

Driving home wasn’t easy, but he managed it. He parked the car outside the garage and headed inside. He made his way up the stairs, knowing in the back of his exhausted mind that he had to call Henry. It was probably not something earth-shattering, but he knew how Henry hated not getting at least a call back to say I’ll call you later.

In his bedroom he stripped down to nothing and slid beneath the cool sheets. As a doctor, he learned a long time ago that sleeping was more important than bathing. The brain needed time to rest. Besides, he was sleeping alone, so there was no one there to get offended if he gave off a little musk.

He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in almost three weeks because, even though boss told him to take time off, he just couldn’t. One doctor quit, another retired, and two were too young to take anything seriously. Majid didn’t trust them yet because they hadn’t given him a reason to.

His eyes burned fiercely. Still, he reached for the phone and checked his voice mail.

Son, it’s your father. Listen, your mother and I are in Austria. We haven’t really settled into the hotel yet, but we wanted to try you again. I guess you’re still at the hospital—we love you and we miss both you and Henry. I’m going to call him after this call.

Beep!

Majid paused the voice mail and took a breath. He smiled. He’d been worried about his parents. They’d taken a European vacation—something they always wanted to do, but with his father’s career as a cop and his mother’s teaching and raising the boys, they never did get around to it.

The next message was from some telemarketer trying to get him to sign up for another credit card, and the one after that was his best friend and adopted brother, Henry.

Dude, you really need to lay off the multiple shifts at that hospital. Call me, okay? Mom and Dad are looking for you.

Another beep.

Rolling his eyes, he dialed Henry’s number and waited for him to pick up. While it rang, Majid fought the heaviness of his eyelids by thinking of everything.

What’re you wearing?

Majid’s eyes snapped open, then he laughed. Clothes.

Well, that’s not conducive to what we’re about to do.

Henry, stop playing. You wanted me to call you and I’m exhausted.

The voice on the other laughed huskily. I am not Henry.

Majid rolled his eyes. Very funny. Look, I could have called Mom and Dad, you know. So what’s up?

Trust me, you did not call Henry.

Um… who did I call?

You called my very own private line of pleasure.

Is this a joke? Majid asked. He couldn’t have been that tired, could he? Henry hadn’t changed his numbers in over three years, and Majid generally called them at least twice a day.

The voice on the other line laughed, a soft, raspy sound that threatened to make Majid climax. What about this makes you think it’s a joke?

Majid knew he should hang up. He didn’t mean to call some sex line in the middle of the night. But the soft, sexy voice was enough to make every bit of him stand on end. "Seriously, what is this I’m calling—I mean, where is this I’m calling?"

Honestly? It’s a chat line for adults.

And how do you get paid for this?

The voice laughed. I have a website with memberships and passwords—it’s a whole organization.

I’m not giving you my credit card!

Calm down, lover. I have a feeling you’re special. I don’t want anything from you…. There was a slight pause. I think I’m going to call you Tiger.

But my name isn’t….

Doesn’t matter what your name is—for the moment. For this purpose your name is Tiger. So, Tiger, tell me your fantasies. What turns a man like you on?

That’s a personal question, don’t you think? It’s not exactly something you talk about with some random stranger—especially a stranger you’ve never met before.

You are wound too tight, Tiger. I can tell. You need to relax.

Majid titled his head from side to side and sat up. Suddenly he wasn’t as sleepy anymore, and that unnerved him slightly. With his legs hanging off the side of the bed, he rested his elbows on his knees and took a breath. I am relaxed.

No, you’re not. I’m going to ask you a personal question, and you cannot get upset or hang up on me.

Okay? Majid didn’t like where the conversation was going. A person was supposed to hang up on

Reviews for Talk Dirty to Me

[Estarianne · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Has some overwrought moments, but I liked both characters quite a bit (Ziggy especially, though). Majid is a trauma survivor who is struggling with Intimacy. Intimacy is what Ziggy does best. I think the author did a good job of making the struggle not about sex specifically. Also, didn't try to cram a HEA into too few pages- the HFN was fine. It did have editing issues, lots of grammatical errors (especially verb tense).