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    Another Man to Confuse Me
    Another Man to Confuse Me
    Another Man to Confuse Me
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    Another Man to Confuse Me

    By Laran Mithras

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    Confusion, fear and stress should have no place in love. But life isn't always neat, and it isn't neat for Denise.

    Engaged to the man she loves, another man enters her life and neatness is thrown out the steamed-up window. Loving two men shouldn't be possible, but Denise finds it is. With her marriage approaching, she avoids confronting a decision that she finds she can't make. Being attached to two different men fulfills her in ways that makes a decision impossible.

    In the end, her life explodes with the confusion, fear, and stress she had tried to suppress. Her avoidance shatters her identity.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLaran Mithras
    Release dateOct 12, 2019
    ISBN9780463670095
    Another Man to Confuse Me
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    Laran Mithras

    I write sexy stories that skate along the edge of modern relationships. I don't like cliffhangers, endless chapters, or ongoing fighting and misunderstanding until the last page of the book. So, I don't write those in my books. Many authors think they're being edgy and have an alpha-male alien who's never heard of Earth running around saying, Jesus Christ! every two pages. Ridiculous. So, yeah, I don't do that, either. No religious expletives in my books.I write from the standpoint of realism. My heroes and heroines are normal people who make the extraordinary leap to sexual and emotional fulfillment. Most of my stories are HEAs and are designed to provoke a deeper thought about where we stand with our relationships.I don't live with two dogs or cats who rule my life; I have two pet rats. Yeah, really.Comments on stories or other questions can be directed to: laranmithras@charter.net. Connect with me on Facebook: Laran Mithras. Happy reading!

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      Another Man to Confuse Me - Laran Mithras

      ANOTHER MAN TO CONFUSE ME

      By

      Laran Mithras

      Cover Photo by www.Shutterstock.com

      Another Man to Confuse Me is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

      Copyright © 2015 – Laran Mithras

      CHAPTER 1

      Denise screamed. She planted both feet on the brakes and tried to stand on them. Her car was rushing headlong into the back of a dumptruck. She screamed in her head, No! No! Stop!

      She had been tailgating a jerk that had cut her off. The kid had thought he was all cool with his music so loud it was rattling the buildings on both sides of the street.

      She hated boom-cars.

      The prick had cut her off.

      It was too much for her to handle. She laid on the horn and hit the gas, closing the distance.

      The kid was bobbing his head, probably with his lips puckered out trying to look like a thug. He had flipped her off and then his car swerved hard. He flipped her off again as she saw the dumptruck. He had led her right into it.

      His head was bobbing fast as he turned, flipped her off a third time and was mouthing, Fuck you, bitch!

      The final insult wasn't registering. She was only feet away from the back of the dumptruck.

      Smoke rose for a brief second from her tires before an explosion of crunching metal, plastic, and glass overwhelmed her. Her car seemed to get crushed from the roof down. Her airbag had blown and she bounced into it as it expanded.

      There was an onrushing sound of squealing tires and suddenly the back end of her car collapsed, slammed into from behind. Her car was pushed further under the dump truck and she was squeezed even more.

      She had lost the ability to scream. She could barely breathe with her seat crushing her forward into the airbag.

      Sound began to return to her and she could hear herself whimpering and a lot of people shouting. Cars were running at idle and people farther back were honking in anger.

      Bootsteps came running up to the side of her car. A hand reached in.

      Are you alright? There was the sound of her car door latch being pulled.

      She panted. She was claustrophobic. Get me out!

      The door's stuck. Can you move?

      I can't move! Get me out! She felt hysteria clawing at her throat.

      A hand gripped her shoulder. Hang on, help is on the way. Several people have already called.

      Tears gushed from her eyes. Get me out… I can't stay in here. I can't breathe. I'm claustrophobic.

      I'm here. Help is coming. Are you injured anywhere?

      She felt compressed. She wasn't sure. I… I don't know. She turned her head the little she could.

      The man leaning through the window looked as if he wanted to tear the door apart to get her out. His eyes were a deep blue. His stubble and close-cropped hair were almost black. He was gritting his teeth, trying to be calm – calm for her. He squeezed her shoulder. Tell me your name.

      Please… Denise. I'm Denise. Please get me out.

      He was shaking his head. Listen to me Denise. They're going to have to cut you out. There's nothing left of your car but a small lump. You're lucky to be alive. But you're going to be okay.

      Sirens sounded and the honking of emergency vehicles blared close by.

      She whimpered, Please get me out.

      He squeezed her shoulder again. I'm right here. I'm not going to leave. We'll get you out.

      His words calmed her to where she only struggled against the panic - it did not overtake her. I don't want to be in here…

      I know, I know. Help is here. I'm right here.

      Voices were calling out.

      Another hand reached in and felt her neck. Ma'am? Can you hear me?

      Yes. Get me out.

      Do you feel any injuries anywhere? Can you feel your feet? It was a paramedic in a blue uniform. The other man was still there holding her shoulder.

      Yes, they hurt.

      Okay, that's good. What's your name?

      Denise. She felt a calmness overtaking her, pushing back the panic.

      Okay, Denise. I'm going to put a cervical collar on you – it's to protect your neck from suffering any injuries when we cut this door.

      Okay… She looked at the nice man who had calmed her.

      He was still gazing into her face. He gave a reassuring nod.

      She tried a smile.

      The paramedic returned and said, Tell me immediately if you feel any kind of pain. He slid some kind of cloth thing around her neck. He clipped it, then began squeezing a hand pump. Slowly it filled with air.

      Her head felt like it wouldn't be able to move at all.

      The paramedic said, Alright, sir, I'll need you to move back. We have her now.

      The hand left her shoulder.

      The panic came back, rushing her just like her car had rushed to its doom under the dump truck. She gasped. No. Then her voice turned to a gargled scream. No! Don't leave me!

      The hand returned. I'm still here Denise.

      Please don't leave me.

      The paramedic said, Sir, we need to cut her out. Please step back.

      The man's voice was a growl. Just cut her out.

      The paramedic didn't bother responding. His voice rose. Officer! Officer! Get this man out of here.

      Denise

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