Get ready for the holidays with a little holiday fun with author Layla Hunter
Sarah jumped when the phone finally rang, staring at the console like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move. What the hell was she doing? This was insane, an introverted, thirty-something, afraid-of-her-own-shadow architect-wannabe trying to pass herself off as a phone sex operator? She’d lost her mind.
“Are you going to get that or what?” Rachel chided. Sarah looked helplessly to her designated trainer.
“You can do this. Remember why you are doing this, sweetie. It makes it easier. I’ll be nearby,” the woman reassured her.
Sarah nodded, adjusting her headset and reaching over to press the flashing button—the button that would lead her down a path she’d never pictured herself traversing, especially not at this point in her life.
When she began training, she’d been asked to pick a name for herself and had chosen Sherry. It had a sweet, girl-next-door quality to it unlike her actual name. Her eccentric, literary-minded mother had thought it a wonderful idea to name her only daughter Scheherazade, although most of her friends called her Sarah. Tonight, though, she was Sherry, a sexy voiced seductress on the other end of a telephone entertaining horny men and perverts and…
Stop! You can do this Sarah. If you could live through one of the most brutal divorces in recorded history, you can do this.
“Hello, this is Sherry. Welcome to Whisper Sweet Nothings…have you called us before?” she asked sweetly even though her hands shook and her heart pounded painfully within her chest. Quickly, she glanced at the computer screen to scan a few details about her caller.
“Uh, no…this is…well, this is my first time calling.”
Given she was new she’d been told she would get the undecided first-timers or the clients who wanted a more vanilla experience. Most of the women here had a specialty…BDSM, fetish, gay/lesbian, etc. As she trained, she could add to her repertoire if she chose which would increase her moneymaking potential.
“Not to worry. That’s why they put you in my very capable hands. I will take care of you. What’s your name?” she asked, pulling out the scripts she had studied ad nauseum.
“Sam. My name is Sam. Know what…this was a mistake. I…I should go. I’m sorry, ma’am…I didn’t mean to waste your time and…”
She could hear his voice trembling and her heart went out to him. He was as nervous as she was. “Sam…listen to me. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but would it make you feel better to know that this is my first time too?”
She caught the look of disdain from Rachel who shook her head from side to side, obviously a mistake and likely not to be her first. Sorry, she mouthed, turning her attention back to Sam.
“I think you are just saying that to keep me on the line.”
She smiled. “No, this really is my first time. I’ll make you a deal. We take this one-step at a time…together. How does that sound?”
There was a moment of silence and she thought she’d lost him. Her heart sank.
“That sounds fine.”
“So tell me…what is it you were looking for when you called me tonight?”
About the Author
Layla’s Hunter’s love of romance began at age eleven when her Nanny (referred to lovingly as ‘Nanns’) slipped her a couple ofTrue Romance comic books, along with her first romance; and it was love at first sight. Before long, she was writing her own stories and has been doing so for over two decades. Along with erotic romance, she enjoy writing fantasy/paranormal and contemporary as well.
As a full-time associate at a recovery management firm, wife, and mother to a seventeen-year old daughter, finding time to write can sometimes be a challenge, but it is always a priority.
A New Jersey native, she currently resides in an 1890 Folk Victorian that she and her husband are slowly returning to its former beauty. They share this century-old home with their daughter and a bevy of delightfully comical cats. Oh, and let’s not forget the ‘ghost mice’ … unseen to the human eye, her cats dutifully chase these invisible intruders throughout the house at three o’clock in the morning.
Although the siren call of writing commands most of her time, she also enjoys reading, photography, ghost hunting, belly dancing, shooting sports, movies, music, and actively supports several causes near and dear to her heart.
Layla has published several erotic shorts in an online magazine, as well as had one of her short stories included in a recent anthology. Romance and a deep emotional connection between her character’s are integral to her writing, as is giving her readers a chance to escape into her character’s world for a little while, assuring them of a HEA. She loves hearing from her readers and is happy to answer all e-mails.
She is a member of RWA, NJRW, LSFW, Passionate Ink, FF&P RWA, Elements RWA, IWWG, Erotic Readers & Writers Association, Savvy Authors, Absolute Write, Romance Divas, GoodReads.com and Romance in the Backseat, where she entered and won the 2010 New Year’s Writer’s Rumble with her entry Karma (which she is in the process of completing), and has several WIP’s.