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Facebook Detention

8/18/2015

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I've seen a lot of my Facebook friends serve some Facebook jail time over the past few months and never, ever expected to find myself *nearly* there. First, a little backstory.

I'm a good girl. I never got in trouble in school--no detentions or timeouts or anything for this girl. I'm the middle child, the peacemaker and--ask my brother and sisters, true story--I was the model child at home as well. 

I've been driving for quite  *coughs* a few years and have no tickets, no warnings, no accidents on my record. Have I been pulled over? Sure, once every few years, but my face gets flushed, my heart beats erratically and I'm honest with the officers. "Yes, I realize I was speeding." or "No, I have no idea what the speed limit is here...oh, wow, I'm so, so sorry!" My college roommates and I drove down to Daytona Beach (from Maine) during spring break one year (I had just turned 21 two days before and had finally recovered from celebrating) and I got pulled over for going 95 in a 50 in New Jersey. We flirted innocently with the cop, offered him some homemade chocolate chip cookies and went on our merry way. No warnings, no nothing. That's right, this girl has never even received a warning.

So when Facebook sent me a message last night that one of my posts had been reported, the flushed cheeks and racing heart came back. I clicked to see what post was marked, assuming it was one of the many shirtless guys you all love to see, and was shocked that it was an excerpt from my upcoming September release, Sweet on You. 

Say what???? I don't write the steamy stuff (my publishers labels the heat rating at a 2 out of 5) and the excerpt wasn't  a love scene but an inner monologue from the hero about how he wants to have sex with the heroine again but is afraid of coming off like a girl. 

I contemplated for an entire five minutes. Do I post a rant on Facebook thread about being outed? No, the Facebook police would put me on their Most Wanted list or something. Do I send a comment to the Facebook police trying to excuse my behavior? No, they may dig deeper into my thread and find pictures that could put me in jail. 

I opted for the safest route (Cowardly? Maybe. Please don't judge) and deleted the post before the Facebook monsters had the chance to review and put me on their radar. I'm upset for being on the naughty list and upset that one of my Facebook "Friends" put me there. If you don't like my posts, please skip over them (the post required reading...not a flash in your face of sexy skin...which I didn't think you all minded) unfriend me or send me a message, don't call the police. I understand we all have different tastes and I am not interested in reading every book I see on Facebook, and yes, sometimes people get carried away and are very, very, very naughty. There are political rants that I don't care to get into so I scroll through, I don't report or get ticked off at someone because they have different opinions, different views, different tastes in a politician. Take what you want from Social Media and leave the rest. Seriously, peeps. 

Intrigued? Want to read the clip? Be advised, some (one trolling person) didn't care for it. STOP READING RIGHT NOW IF THE WORD SEX IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU. If you like the excerpt, be sure to check back in with me next month to read Sweet on You. A PG-13 book. Here you go...

Trent had gone three months without sex and functioned nearly fine. But forty-eight hours without Rayne and he was climbing the walls. Was the ball still in his court? He went over to her place and screwed her brains out.

No, that’s not what it felt like. It wasn’t cheap. It was amazingly wonderful…hell, might as well sign himself up for a pedicure at the spa to help sop up the PMS oozing out of him. Sex wasn’t wonderful. Sex was great or freaking awesome. He needed to get himself some right now.

Deciding the caveman act would be the only way to build his gonads back up to par, he picked up his cell and dialed Rayne.

And then hung up. No, calling still reeked of estrogen. A simple text listing his demands would be better.

My bed’s getting cold. Come warm it up.

He hit Send before he could analyze it. Damn, he should have waited. He intended for the text to sound demanding but it sounded too poetic to him. He should have said, Give me some sex.

But that wasn’t the type of guy he was. He’d never demanded sex from a woman before. Hell, he never had to ask. Women just offered.

Allowing his inner female to take over--damn you, Rayne for thinking I was gay—he changed his sheets and took a shower. Settling into his recliner, he turned on ESPN and popped the top to his beer when his doorbell rang.

Like Pavlov’s dog, he sprang out of his chair, and nearly his shorts, and pulled open his door. Like a mystical creature she stood on his front porch haloed in the streetlight, a light mist falling like shimmer on her hair.

Forget the mani/pedi, he needed to get himself a box of tampons.


5 Comments
Jeff
8/18/2015 03:35:08 am

I first thought it was the word ball 😋
But now I think your use of PMS, mani/pedi, and tampons upset someone who did not realize it was characterization and internal monologue, or someone who wouldn't mind patently unrealistic sex & bodies like those aliens you post pictures of but can't take a reference to realistic human reality (women menstruate). 😧
Whoever it was couldn't have been sharp enough to pick up on "sprang...out of his shorts."

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Marianne Rice
8/18/2015 09:48:48 am

Shhhhh, don't repeat those naughty words, Jeff! Oh, my virgin ears!

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3/9/2020 08:51:23 am

Facebook is one of the most powerful social media tools right now. If you are not using it to market your business, then you are insane. Lots of people are already using it, and you need to be one of them as well. I think that people just have no real way of understanding what you want to do if you are not telling them. I will make it short, but please, go and use Facebook in your plans, my friends.

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Linda Larrivee a.k.a LJ Larson link
8/22/2015 07:24:15 am

I see absolutely nothing wrong with your except. I love it, and can't wait to read your book.

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Marianne Rice
8/22/2015 10:19:14 am

Thanks, Linda. I'm super excited for this release next month :-)

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