"Rose’s Renaissance", is the story of Rose,
who broke her leg and met a very handsome man at Rehab. Only problem was the
man, Oliver, was partnered with Kieran—an equally yummy hunk.
The attraction is mutual and the three move
from lust to scorching hot ménage sex in a nanosecond. But Rose’s leg is not healing properly so
where does she go from here?
This FREE READ is what happens before the book begins. How Rose broke her leg.
Prolog to Rose
Rose eyed her huge, old, white refrigerator. She rested her
mop in the bucket of sudsy water and pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Well, I guess the only way to clean the floor is to move
you out a bit, you big lug!”
Rose, braced both her arms against the refrigerator and
pushed. It moved about an inch.
“Being stubborn are you?”
She leaned her hip against its solid white side as well as
her arms and shoved again. This time it slid a foot or so out from the wall.
“Awesome,” she puffed, collecting her mop and sliding in
behind the refrigerator. But she couldn’t get enough room to clean the floor
properly, so squeezed her way out again.
“You may be big and tough, but you won’t defeat me,” she
said to the refrigerator wagging her finger at it sternly. “You may as well
give up and move so I can wash the floor.”
Rose leaned against the cold enamel and shoved with all the
strength in her arms and hips. The refrigerator teetered and fell pushing her
body and knocking her to the floor.
Rose landed on the tiles with a crash, the refrigerator
coming to rest across her left leg with the force of a ton of bricks.
“Holy shit!”
Rose tried to sit up, but the pain in her leg made her head
swim and for a moment she thought her breakfast was about to reappear.
Taking a big breath, she told herself, “Come on, it’s only a
piece of equipment, get up!”
Gritting her teeth she managed to sort-of sit up, leaning on
an elbow, but the pain was intense and the refrigerator wasn’t moving off her
leg.
“Come on woman, use your brains!” she urged herself.
Rose wiggled her upper body sideways until she could reach
her mop, then pushed the head of it under the piece of solid steel and heaved.
Nothing happened.
“You’re an accountant. You know math. The mop is a lever.
‘If I had a long enough lever I could move the world.’* Who said that? Someone
famous.”
Rose’s head was getting fuzzy from the pain but she managed
to move her arms a little farther from the refrigerator, making the mop a
longer lever, and finally she was able to pull her leg out from under it.
Her purse was sitting on the kitchen bench, her cell phone
inside it. It was only half a dozen feet away but it seemed like a million
miles. Half crawling, half dragging her leg, Rose reached the counter and her
phone, then punched 9-1-1 for the paramedics.
Then she relaxed, lying on the floor, waiting for the sirens
and help.
* Archimedes
Berengaria Brown
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