I haven't met Dee S. Knight, but after reading this post I want her to be my best friend! What a unique experience to have. And I definitely admire unique. I want to hear the stories she has of meeting people across the U.S. How about you?
My hubby had always wanted to hit the road as a long-distance trucker, and after reading an article in a Sunday Parade magazine, I did, too. One day we up and quit our jobs, sold our furniture and drove down to Marietta, GA to sign on with Home Transportation. After attending training class for five days, they gave us the most decrepit, old, orange colored Mack truck that looked like its prime was in the 1950s. Jack already knew how to drive and he was tasked to teach me. Back then we didn't have national driving regulations. I was nervous as heck. Due to polio I couldn't use my left leg that well for the clutch. The darn truck had 15 gears. They were old and worn and all required use of the clutch.
We started in the lot, where the chance of accident was minimal. Push in the clutch, listen to how the engine sounds, move the gearshift. Repeat until you reach 30 MPH, then stop. I did that over and over until I could hear when to jam the gearshift in place. By the end of the day my left leg trembled with effort but I was elated. I'd done it! I'd driven a big, ol' Mack truck! Now I was ready for the open road! Not!
When we did first venture onto the public highway—way out in the country—I put my newly learned skills to work. By then Jack had taught me to listen to the engine. It told me when to shift gears and I found I could do it most times without using the clutch. Before I knew it, we were off on our first trip. I wasn't much help to Jack as far as taking time behind the wheel but that soon changed. We enjoyed eight years driving all over the U.S. with nary an accident or ticket.
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. Dee loves writing erotic romance and sharing her stories with you. She hopes you enjoy! She writes erotic romance.
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Men and women of the armed forces experience love and desire pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of "duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home.
Weighing Anchor (allowing a ship to move forward by retrieving the anchor): A professional woman sworn to avoiding all things military finds herself in love with a lieutenant commander in the Navy. Love won't conquer all if she allows her childhood memories to eclipse future happiness.
Dropping Anchor (securing movement by dropping the anchor): Two people find (surprisingly) that they are both in the Navy and love their chosen professions—until one turns out to be an officer but not a gentleman and the other is a gentleman but not an officer.
Anchor Home (safe, smooth sailing): When two former lovers find each other after more than a decade, will a long-hidden secret threaten the course of a rekindled romance or be the cause of it?