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.TONI ANDREWSBEG FOR MERCYWhen I sat down to write Beg for Mercy, I found Iso loved these characters that the story spewedout like water from a fire hose.I was helpless toslow down and take an objective look at whetherthe story even made sense, never mind compelleda reader to keep turning the pages.As I finished each chapter, I sent it to agroup of friends and family members whofaithfully returned critiques, corrections andencouragement, and eagerly (or so they claimed,bless them) awaited the next installment.So, for Sue Peek, Hilda Alvarez, Renee Branski,Mona Risk, Tina Stitzer, my brother Bob Andrewsand my sister Sue Sinclair, thank you for helpingme bring Mercy and the Balboa gang to life.I couldn’t have done it without you.ContentsChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Author’s Note1I’ ve never been certain I’m human.Oh, the X-rays and blood tests are normal, and no doctor, not even my gynecologist, has ever suggested otherwise, but it’s not my body that’s different.Not in any way you can see, at least.Most people have no reason to suspect I’m more—or less—than I appear to be.But none of them really know me.Sometimes I get tired of being cautious.But not so tired I let my guard down.Ever.That’s probably why I go to Jimbo’s.Balboa’s most notorious dive is not the kind of place that invites curiosity.In the summertime, the population of Southern California’s Balboa Peninsula swells as the beachfront condos fill with vacationing families.The trio of tiny three-car ferries circle continuously, and those who choose the longer overland route discover that the two four-lane roads leading onto the peninsula rapidly merge into one congested street and that all parking spaces are full by ten in the morning.Evenings, when the beaches have emptied and the tourist traps have closed their doors, the heartier visitors migrate to pubs specializing in tropical drinks and steel bands.They drink Red Stripe beer and dance to reggae in their bikinis and sarongs, glowing from sunburn and tequila shots.In the midst of this festival atmosphere, Jimbo’s staunchly refuses to be festive.Its windowless single room, decorated with faded photos of men holding prize-winning fish caught half a century earlier, has little appeal to any lost tourist who stumbles into its dimly lit interior.Occasionally, some brave souls might try to blend in with the locals and sit at the bar for a draft beer and a pickled egg, but they seldom ask for a refill.If they stay long enough to need them, the bathrooms will probably scare them off.The graffiti, never painted over, is legendary.I was sitting at the bar sipping a Budweiser—Jimbo’s sells no other beer—and listening to Sukey prattle on about her latest flame, Rocko.Sukey is crazy for big, beefy guys who are long on muscles and short on brains.We definitely do not compete for the same men.“He’s gorgeous,” she gushed.“I can’t wait until you meet him!”I smiled and nodded.We’d had this conversation many times before.Sukey is the most wonderful person in the world, but she’s a bit high-maintenance for most men.She’ll call them twelve or fourteen times a day at work and give them adorable nicknames, often involving food.In my experience, most men don’t want to be called “cupcake” in front of their drinking buddies.“Are you supposed to meet him here?” I asked, already knowing the answer.For Sukey, a date meant he had said he might stop in.If he showed up, it would count as the first step toward commitment.If he didn’t have a girl on his arm, that is.I really hoped that wouldn’t happen tonight.Sukey is usually a happy drunk, but a crying binge was not out of the question.“He had some other things he had to do first,” she said.“But he should be here soon.I’ll just call him.” She fished around in her massive purse for her cell phone.Wondering how many times she had already called him today, I put a hand on her arm and looked around for a means of distracting her.“Cupcake” would find out about Sukey’s telephone habits soon enough.Maybe I could buy her a little time [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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