Go Down Swinging: Erotic Romance for Professional Women

By J. M. Erickson

Carlos Rodriguez has everything. He has a solid career as a clinical therapist; he has a successful doctor wife, three beautiful daughters, and a modest home in an upscale neighborhood. But when he takes an earlier flight to surprise his wife on their anniversary, he finds her screaming in ecstasy in their bedroom as another man satisfies her.
Fortunately for him, his cool, collected cousin Colleen who drove him home was there to keep him from killing them both. She also pulled together a plan to make sure that his wife and her rich parents didn’t kick him out and take away his kids. But for the plan to work, Carlos will have to be patient and develop a “moral fluidity” that Colleen has long acquired as an escort.
The first novella picks up three years later after Carlos’ heartbreaking discovery. During the day, he is a caring, loving father, the friendly neighborhood therapist, and loyal husband. But when the kids are at school and his wife is at work, his “mommy hours” are filled with sexually gratifying professional women’s rich sexual fantasies and fetishes. Working as the only male provider of his cousins’ erotic service, Dream-Catcher Fantasies - DCF, which specializes in fulfilling rich women’s fantasies, Carlos is known as Mr. Jett Beryl, Senior Associate, who specializes in pleasuring mature, professional women in the Boston area.
The second novella follows Carlos to the next level in his multiple relationships with his clients and the surprising conclusion orchestrated by his cousins Colleen and Kristen, and the entire DCF team to make sure Carlos has both his daughters and his vengeance.
To survive, you need to adapt quickly. Patience, ingenuity, creative thinking, and family are all you need when the odds are against you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. M. Erickson
• Release date: Mar 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370671021

J. M. Erickson

J.M. Erickson earned his bachelor's degree from Boston College, majoring in psychology and sociology, master's degree from Simmons University, School of Social Work, and post-graduate certification program in psychological trauma, clinical assessment and treatment from Boston University.To date, he is a senior clinician in a private group practice in the Merrimack Valley, Andover, Massachusetts, and is a school counselor at a private high school in North Andover, Massachusetts, USA.Nearly of his novels and novellas series have received awards from various book contests such as Foreword Reviews INDIEFAB Book of the Year and Readers' Favorite International Book Awards & Contest, and all stories have received accolades from such reviewers as Kirkus Review, Self-Publishing Reviews, US Review of Books, Pacific Book Reviews and Independent Book Reviewers.

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Erotic Romance for Professional Women

by J. M. Erickson

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Copyright 2017 J. M. Erickson

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This is a work of pure fiction. Although some places in this book exist, any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental.

Warning

These two novellas contain material that is for a mature audience and that feature adult situations, explicit language, and graphic scenes of sex. The material is not meant for youth and anyone under 18 years old.

While the scenes are graphic, they are devoid of any violence, with the sex scenes supporting the story arc and the plot. These novellas display sexual, erotic scenes that are interracial and one scene that is lesbian while the rest are heterosexual in nature. The scenes also suggest fetish, voyeurism, sex for money, and power and control but without bondage.

Hopefully, the overall purpose is to entertain and to tell a story that has all aspects of what it means to be human.

Contents

Go Down Swinging: Erotic Romance for Professional Woman —Novella One

Go Down Swinging: Erotic Romance for Professional Woman —Novella Two

Publisher’s Note

Go Down Swinging: Erotic Romance for Professional Woman —Novella One

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man—Friedrich Nietzsche

Three Years Ago

FAR BE IT FROM me to criticize your marriage. My marriage blew apart so fast I didn't even get his name, Colleen said.

She was heavy-footed on the gas pedal and driving as if she were the lead pursuit vehicle in a high-speed chase. If it weren't for his migraine, Carlos Rodriguez would have been all right but the car's swerving, speeding, slowing down and veering made his stomach churn. The two orders of egg sandwiches with the works didn't help either. Buy one get one free was too hard to resist.

He was feeling bad for other reasons too. He and his wife of thirteen years had been arguing the entire week he had been at his clinical conference. He rarely went away, being the stay at home dad and very part-time therapist. Tomorrow would be their anniversary, though, and he wanted it to be special. So, with flowers in hand and a flight home a day earlier than originally planned, he was hoping to make it up to her. He was also hoping that they would at least have sex. It had been months since they screwed and he had been beyond horny. The way his cousin Colleen was driving, he regretted telling her that he was coming into Logan Airport. He had a sudden inkling after he mentioned where he was that she might be working near the airport. She and their other cousin, Kristen, traveled around and the airport towns were their most lucrative. He held his rumbling stomach, and closed his eyes as he saw the back of the garbage truck get too close.

I'm just saying that when your wife cuts you off from sex, she's either into someone else or she's really pissed at you. And you sure as shit ain’t an asshole, sorry to say, she continued.

Mental note—never complain to Colleen about your wife and never tell her when you're coming in through Logan.

She's just been upset with her work and the long hours. It doesn't help that I let myself kind of go. Carlos shifted in his seat and tried to loosen the seatbelt that strained to keep his two-hundred-eighty-pound body in the tight bucket seat in the Lexus. His ring finger and Rolex watch were also too tight. He'd need more links for his watch but the ring was a bit more complicated.

Yeah, just like every guy I know. Every fucking broad I know working straight jobs, too. You get married, then kids and then seven years pass and you've gained weight, got all soft and the partner's pissed. Classic shit.

Is any of this supposed to make me feel good?

Nope. Just the facts. Ugly but true.

Carlos let the comment go. He knew better than to question his older cousin. She was actually his foster-care sister but calling her cousin led to fewer questions because of their obvious racial and cultural differences. He might have been the college boy and professional therapist, but she had seen more life as a professional hooker than he could even imagine. There was never any bullshit and she didn't mince words. His cousin Kristen, a real foster-care cousin, was the same way even though she was two years younger than him. Carlos had always wondered what it would have been like if he had been put into foster care a billion years ago with someone else other than Colleen's parents. He was part black and part Latino, and they were all blonde-haired, blue-eyed and white, of Irish and German descent. After the first couple of months, it became easier to say he was a cousin rather than an abandoned kid from the state. Kristen, the wilder cousin, always called him ninja. For some reason, he took no offense. Regardless, Colleen was definitely the older sister, just as her brother Derek was the protective older brother.

How's Derek doing? he asked.

Mister Candy Ass is studying to be a sergeant. He's like you. Trying to better himself for fifty-five thousand dollars a year, she said. He could see a smile forming on her face.

Let me guess. You’ve doubled that already and it's only May 1st.

Yup, she said. And Kristen's about a third ahead of him. You know, between him helping society by putting the fiends away and you helping the fucked-up kids, you'd think society would pay you guys a lot better.

You know it's not a competition.

Yup, she said.

And you know, between your fiscal management, projective analysis, and investments, you could have been an owner of one of those Fortune 500 businesses, Carlos said, genuinely in awe of her business sense.

That's the plan except I fuck people and it's fun, not back-stabbing shit. It's a shame your profession doesn't pay right.

Her smile faded as she focused on driving. It was easy to see that she was far from bitter but instead she was being nice in her own way. Even as his head was splitting, he couldn't help but poke at her a bit.

You really think it’s unfair, don't you?

Yup. Don't you? You make about fifty dollars an hour take home working with kids and Derek puts his life on the line every day for pennies on the dollar. I take home three hundred dollars an hour and Kristen's 'specials' where she does her gymnastics thing is about two seventy-five an hour. And she's only been at it for three years. Fucking unfair if you ask me. Great for us. Not for you and Derek.

Carlos always marveled at her sense of fairness. He shifted in his seat again. He realized that his safety belt wasn’t his only problem. It was his tight pants and belt that were digging into his skin. He pulled at his waistband. His T-shirt bunched up under his button-down blue shirt that was poorly matched with a yellow tie with paisleys. He was hoping that Mary, his oldest daughter, would be happy to see him with the tie. She loved it since it was her first big gift to him for Father's Day last year.

But then, Jessie there makes quite a bit, Colleen said. Carlos rolled his eyes. He had fallen in love with Jessica Davenport when she did her psychiatric rotation at Children’s Hospital. It was lust at first sight.

But I looked great back in the day, he thought. He suddenly had mental visions of a slender, muscular, younger man out to defeat mental illness all by himself if he had to. Now he felt he was a fading specter of his former self, and a fat-self too. His daydreaming of past glories vanished. He knew her next question. He decided he'd answer it for the millionth time.

She makes about three hundred fifty-five thousand a year as a radiation oncologist. And her father makes way more than that. I didn't marry her for money.

Well, she sure didn't. I can imagine how poor Bobby and Martha Davenport took it when Miss Only Daughter came home with you. And you managed to give her daddy dearest only girls. Shame, really. Oh, but I forgot. She still goes by Dr. Jessica Davenport.

You are such a bitch sometimes, he said. It was a trigger for him.

She'll let you slide between her legs but won't share you name...Oh, I'm sorry. The sliding between the legs is off the table now, right?

Carlos mumbled something about wishing he was home and that she was a major bitch. He closed his eyes again, hoping that the nearby flashes of sunlight would stop aggravating his migraine. He lost track of time. As the pounding in his head seemed to slow down, he heard his cousin talking again.

Hey, Carlos? Is Jessica supposed to be at work or something?

Yup, he said with his eyes still closed.

She's got the white Cadillac SUV?

Yup. Carlos slowly opened his eyes and realized he was just three homes away from his own and could see that his wife's SUV was in the driveway along with a silver gray Jaguar. He blinked his eyes a couple of times just to make sure he was oriented and looking at the right house. The sight of a modest royal blue Colonial-period home with black shutters and a newly renovated sidewalk