Sacramento Love

By Laura Roberts

Craving a good love story? Fall in love in Sacramento!

 

A short series of love notes to the city of Sacramento, Sacramento Love features 26 fictional meet-cute romances—each sparked somewhere within California's state capital. Follow along as our cast of local characters meet one another in diners, dive bars, coffee shops, restaurants, parks, and at some of Sacramento's most beloved landmarks from the American River Parkway to the mysterious Ziggurat.

 

A fictional companion to author Laura Roberts' forthcoming travel guidebook, Sacramento From A to Z, each of the Sacramento Love stories embrace the spirit of the city while travel and other activities in the real world are on hold. Lift your spirits with the joy of meeting someone new, a little romance, and a lot of Sacramento Love!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Buttontapper Press
• Release date: Sep 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393116196

Laura Roberts

Laura Roberts can leg-press an average-sized sumo wrestler, has nearly been drowned off the coast of Hawaii, and tells lies for a living. She is the founding editor of Black Heart Magazine, the San Diego Chapter Leader for the Nonfiction Authors Association, and publishes whatever strikes her fancy at Buttontapper Press. She currently lives in an Apocalypse-proof bunker in sunny SoCal with her artist husband and their literary kitties, and can be found on Twitter @originaloflaura. Blurring the lines between fact and fiction, Laura has penned the alphabetical travel guides Montreal from A to Z and San Diego from A to Z, offbeat writing guides A Cheater’s Guide to NaNoWriMo and Confessions of a 3-Day Novelist, and the satirical adventure tale, Ninjas of the 512. She is also the editor of the collection Haiku for Lovers, and the forthcoming anthology Everything I Need to Know About Love I Learned from Pop Songs (February 2016).

Book preview

Chapter 1: American River Run-In

Sometimes when Cupid’s arrow strikes it’s like a real arrow touching down. That’s how Annie Anderson felt at 3:47 on a Thursday afternoon, jogging along the American River Parkway with her trusty hound. One minute she was talking to herself about making good time (actually she was talking to Eddie, but Eddie was ignoring her – his ears flapping dramatically in the wind may have been responsible), the next she was flat on her back in the grass wondering what had hit her.

Oh my god, are you all right?

Ow, was all Annie could manage, trying to sit up and assess the situation.

I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you until it was too late! The man helping her up was dressed from head to toe in yellow Spandex, and had perched his sunglasses atop his head so she could see the concern in his brown eyes.

Eddie was licking her hand, and she patted him reflexively. Good boy.

Ken Thompson. What’s his name?

Eddie. I’m Annie. It’s 2020, and that asshole is still President, right? she joked.

You aren’t concussed, Ken concurred. Can you stand?

For you, I can fly.

He blushed. She grinned. Eddie sneezed.

Chapter 2: B Street Booty Call

Carlotta and Frederico were due onstage in approximately five minutes, and Frederico was about to cum. Carlotta had been teasing him all week during dress rehearsals about how much she wanted to ride his bologna pony and now, finally, he was inside her, pounding to the beat of a techno remix version of Closer as she moaned into the couch cushions. He wasn’t sure how this would affect their performance, but the show was a mess anyway, so he figured they might as well enjoy themselves.

Oh my god, I’m almost there, she groaned into the sofa where dozens of fellow thespians had experienced similar pleasures.

Spurred onwards by this admission, as well as the five minutes! curtain call hissed seconds later by the stagehand that had been searching for the pair, Frederico increased his tempo, silently chanting the lyrics to himself and spiraling down into orgasmic bliss as he felt Carlotta’s cunt clamp down on his cock.

They rode the wave together, her ass pushing back against his pelvis, his hips grinding a final jig before they came to a halt.

You’re on! the stagehand shouted, as they both hurriedly pulled their costumes back on.

The critic in the audience noted the extra zeal with which each delivered their singular lines that night, highlighting them as rising stars in his review.

Chapter 3: Capitol Connection

T hey say it’s good luck, she whispers, handing him a dime.

That guard is looking right at me, he