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Table of Contents
Dedication
2. | Shrödinger’s Cat
7. | Defluffication
8. | To Slay A Dragon
11. | Inconspicuous
14. | Bachelorettes
To our friends Dog Girl, rock and roll doesn't get any crazier
than that!
Magnolia: Don’t Trip The Bride
COPYRIGHT © 2020 MELISSA Adams
Published by Melissa Adams
DESCRIPTION :
Butter my butt and call me a biscuit!
Magnolia is delighted when she’s asked to be the maid of honor
in her best friend’s wedding.
But Jen’s wedding won’t be the only one you’ll go to this year
because Max, Blake and Porter are planning a proposal of their own.
All they have to do is decide who gets to pop the question. That’s
what rock, paper, scissors is for, right?
But not everything is peaches and cream for our klutzy southern
belle and her friends.
Meet Magnolia’s dad and her mom-ricane.
What happens when Gemma’s ex Peaches comes back to town
determined to steal back her heart?
You’ll have to come to the wedding of the year in Silver Springs
to find out but for all that’s holy, don’t trip the bride!
**Don’t Trip The Bride is Magnolia’s sequel a contemporary story
within the Silver Springs shared universe, books can be read in any
order but Magnolia must be read before this story.
Scroll up to read this steamy, contemporary RH with a sprinkle of
magic today.
1.
The Blow Job Incident
Magnolia
“OPEN WIDE, MA’AM,” the dentist says smiling behind his face mask,
his eyes creasing with the action.
I comply, closing my eyes and trying to relax on the chair but it’s
easier said than done, isn’t it? After all I’m not the only one who
hates the dentist, I’m sure the poor dude must be used to nervous
patients all the darn time.
“Ok, so I see why you’re here. Your top left incisor is slightly
chipped. But it’s nothing too serious, I can file it down and we’ll be
done in seconds.”
“... han ... ou ... oc ... or.” My attempt to thank the doctor with
my mouth wide open doesn’t go very well, so I pipe right down
letting Porter’s friend do his job.
Doctor Katsura wasn’t lying, it really doesn’t take him a long time
to fix my temporarily crooked smile and the procedure is thankfully
painless.
When we’re done, I thank the dentist properly but I’m antsy to
leave the practice as soon as possible without making any small talk.
I don’t want to give the guy any chance to ask me what happened.
Because ... yeah, we ain’t going there.
I’m not just klutzy, I’m also mighty unlucky because the guy
follows me outside to the front office. “You were the last
appointment of the morning, Magnolia. I was really looking forward
to meeting you, Porter and the guys can’t talk about anything else
than their gorgeous girlfriend and I can’t blame them now that I
have you in front of me.”
Max warned me that their friend Hiroshi is a huge flirt, so I think
nothing of his compliments and stop by the reception desk, taking
out my insurance card.
“Oh no, Magnolia that’s absolutely not necessary. The guys are
like brothers to me, so the procedure is on the house. And actually,
it was gonna be a surprise but I can’t wait to share the news. As you
might know, I recently came back from Japan where I qualified as a
ramen master. My parents would kill me if I didn’t practice as a
dentist after putting me through school but ramen are my real
passion and we’re opening a ramen restaurant in the Katsura
Garden’s compound. You guys are all invited to the opening night.”
I smile enthusiastically and thank him for both the free dental
work and the invitation. “Ramen are one of my favorite things to eat,
thank you so much—” I keep blabbering while still moving toward
the door, fixing to fill the time with inconsequential chatter until I
can safely make an exit.
And I almost think I managed to leave without further
embarrassment ... almost.
I practically have one foot out of the door when Hiroshi places a
gentle hand on my forearm, effectively stopping me from leaving.
“Anyway, glad I could be of help today. But let me ask you: what
happened? How did you chip your tooth?”
Goddangit! Just when I thought I’d made it out of here!
I open my mouth to speak but I close it immediately again
because there’s no way I can tell my boyfriends’ bestie that I
chipped my front tooth trying to give Max a blow job.
I feel redness beginning to rise to my cheeks and opt for a non-
committal “I slipped”, which is the truth.
Hiroshi looks at me with a hint of suspicion that there might be
more to my story but thankfully he doesn’t inquire any further and I
step out of his dental practice with a sigh of relief.
I text Max that everything is fixed and I’m walking the few blocks
back home to pick up Frank, because Jennie and Gemma invited me
to lunch and I know they’d never forgive me if I didn’t bring our little
guy with me.
As soon as I open the door, I freeze in place, perplexed not to be
greeted by my little ball of fur who always acts as if I’d been missing
for years even if I leave the house just for an hour.
But this time I get no such greeting, no greeting at all. Frank is
nowhere to be seen.
“Frankie!” I call out. “Where’s my baby boy?” Nothing, the house
is eerily quiet and I walk to all of Frank’s usual hiding spots to finally
find him upstairs in my bedroom, curled up in his dog bed by the
side of one of the nightstands.
The little yorkie’s ears are down and I immediately see the guilt
in his big brown eyes.
The first thing I do is to check that my little magpie hasn’t stolen
anything else but there’s nothing in his dog bed or in his mouth, so
my puppy must really be feeling guilty about my tooth.
Our eyes meet exactly the same way they did yesterday morning
and I don’t have it in my heart to be mad at him, so I place a soft
kiss on his head. “We’re fine, Frankie Panky. Just stop stealing every
shiny thing you see, baby. It makes Mommy terrified that one day
you might choke on something and get really hurt.”
Sometimes I swear that Frank understands English because the
puppy lifts his gaze to mine and wags his tail, licking my hand and
responding with a little “Woof” of agreement as if he promised never
to steal from me again.
“Ok then you’re forgiven, baby. I’ll let your daddies know that
you’re gonna be a good boy from now on.”
But our truce is short lived because as soon as I put Frank down,
he runs to my side of the bed and returns with one of my new
slippers covered in silver boa feathers in his mouth.
“Frank!” I shriek, “put that down!”
I swear to God, that dog thinks this is a game because he briefly
wags his tail at me and takes off running out of the bedroom and
down the stairs like a bolt of fuzzy lightning.
I immediately give chase without thinking but I stop dead in my
tracks one instant later, thinking that this type of reaction is exactly
what landed me in the dentist’s chair this morning.
I slow my pace.
Breathe, Magnolia, breathe. Hold your dang horses and stay out
of trouble, I tell myself as I descend the stairs one at a time, holding
onto the bannister for balance.
I’ve gotta admit that I’m mighty pleased with myself for catching
a potential source of trouble before things got out of hand, unlike
yesterday morning.
Yes, because I mean seriously, what woman would chip a tooth
trying to give her boyfriend a “good morning blow job?”
Yours truly is the answer.
Porter and Blake actually laughed when they heard about it. And
I almost got mad at Max for telling them but he actually hadn’t until
the guys had noticed my chipped tooth at dinner and asked about it.
Ok, I suppose I might as well fess up with y’all too.
Yesterday morning I woke up in Max’s arms. We both had the
day off, so we hadn’t set an alarm, planning to let our bodies wake
up naturally and then go out for a run together.
Blake and Porter were both at work on an early shift and as soon
as I opened my eyes, I realized that we had the house to ourselves.
I did my best to let Max sleep but what’s a girl to do when your
boyfriend’s impressive and deliciously hard morning wood is pressing
against your stomach?
My first thought was to climb him like a Koala bear would the
trunk of a eucalyptus tree but then I thought that it was better to
start with a little bit of foreplay and had slid down underneath the
covers and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft.
I had tugged my hand up and down a couple of times, feeling
him harden even more in my grasp. His breathing was still even, his
face peaceful like a sleepy Norse god.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to slide further under the covers
and licked my lips in anticipation of taking Max’s huge cock in my
mouth.
I did just that, running my tongue along the underside of his
shaft, teasing the velvety skin right under his tip.
A deep moan reached me from above and his dick twitched
against the bridge of my mouth. That was my cue to start sucking
and running my tongue up and down his length, giving him a
vigorous massage.
“Oh, Baby ...” His deep voice rumbled as he moved the covers off
of me and his strong hand came to tangle with my hair.
I was sliding Max in and out of my mouth with gusto, spurred on
by his encouraging moans when ... I made eye contact.
But not with Max’s dark blue eyes, no ma’am. Those were closed
in ecstasy as I sucked him off.
My eyes met Frank’s beady brown eyes all the way across the
bed as he too was licking something in his dog bed.
And just in case you think that Frank was licking his bits, you’d
be dead wrong. The little thief was licking a shiny, round, silver
object that he was holding between his front paws.
I narrowed my eyes while still keeping my tempo on Max. I
wasn’t wearing my contacts and it took me a second to put that
image into focus.
Mothertrucker!
My puppy had stolen my nurse watch brooch that Porter had
given me a few months ago as a graduation present.
I started yelling at my puppy, but I dare you all to form any
coherent words with a nine inch cock lodged deep in your throat.
So the only sound that came out was a strangled noise.
“Ahrggggle ...”
That caused Max to try and withdraw, worried that I must be
chocking on his huge dick.
“Baby, are you ok?”
I was leaning on the mattress on three limbs, basically keeping
myself precariously balanced with one hand while my other hand
was still stroking Max. His sudden movement caused me to slip
forward face planting on the soft memory foam of the mattress. But
the shock of feeling the ground literally being ripped from
underneath me, made me clench all my muscles including the ones
in my jaw, causing me to grit my teeth so hard that when I kept
slipping forward I gasped like a fish out of water and my teeth
chattered.
There and then I hadn’t realized that my fall had caused some
damage. Max had lovingly checked on me.
“I’m fine. Frank has my watch brooch!”
“I’ve got him!” Max had promised and we both began chasing the
puppy around the house in our birthday suits.
My chest was heaving by the time we managed to catch my dog
and retrieve his loot.
I only realized that I’d chipped my tooth later on, in front of the
bathroom mirror as I was putting my hair in a ponytail ready to go
jogging with Max.
2.
Shrödinger’s Cat
Magnolia
Porter
Magnolia
“MAGNOLIA MARIE KINSELLA,” my mother says on our weekly
phone call, when I try to broach the subject of wanting to specialize
in neonatology. My hopes that my parents would help me pay for the
extra schooling I need is quickly and mercilessly slashed by her next
words. “I think your father and I did right by you so far. We allowed
your every whim, including moving away to study. But you’re going
to be twenty-three soon, child—” she says twenty-three as if in
reality she meant seventy-eight. “—and you don’t want to really get
past your prime before you settle down with a suitable husband. It’s
been over a year since you let Tripp slip away from you and he’s
moved on. He and his wife just welcomed a baby last week.”
My immediate reaction to my mother’s mention of Tripp is an
exasperated eye roll, thankful that Mom hates technology and sticks
to old fashioned phone calls rather than FaceTime or Skype and she
can’t see me.
Every week, she’ll mention her disappointment about the end of
my relationship with Tripp and her concern about my “single status”.
Who needs a biological clock ticking when my own mother has
taken up that very role?
Of course all it would take for her to at least ease off her nagging
a little bit, would be telling her that I’m not single. I know I should
tell her that I’m happily attached but can you blame me if I’ve kept
quiet so far? How the heck do I tell my mother that I was blessed
with the best three men in the entire world? So I stalled. I never
mentioned my new relationship status. Until now, that is.
Normally Mom will say her spiel and then move onto different
areas of my life that she finds lacking, but tonight she just won’t let
go. I guess Tripp having a baby really did push her over the edge.
So my normal monosyllabic responses to her unsolicited advice
just don’t cut it.
“You could try speed dating, Magnolia. Your third cousin Sara
Jane met this math teacher—”
“I do have a boyfriend, Mom. I’m dating a doctor at the hospital.”
There. I regret my outburst even before the words have done
leaving my pie hole. But there’s only so much a girl can take, right?
“Oh my! That’s fantastic news, baby girl.” Mom coos, her voice
turned into a soft, warm blanket. “Tell me everything about your
new beau. Your mama needs all the details.”
Another eye roll. I really regret telling her now but hopefully once
she gets enough to satisfy her curiosity, she’ll leave me alone.
“His name’s Porter, Mom. He’s handsome and smart—”
“Duh! Of course he’s smart! He’s a doctor, darling. But tell me, is
it serious? Have you met his family?”
I sigh and explain that Debbie is actually my supervisor at work.
“Oh, I see,” Mom muses. “And do you get along with his mama?”
And that’s where I make a huge mistake, letting my guard down.
“We didn’t at first. But things have changed and Debbie and I are
good friends now. She even helped me redecorate when I moved in
—”
Oh, fudge. Fudgity, fudgity, fudge. Me and my big mouth. Mom’s
outraged screech tells me just in how much trouble I am.
“You moved in? As in, you live with your doctor boyfriend? In the
same house?”
My eyes will fall off if I roll them one more time, I swear.
“Magnolia Marie Kinsella!” I groan, but the only person I can
blame for this is myself and my big mouth. “Have I not taught you
anything? Am I such a huge failure as a Mama? That was a rookie
move, child! How’s your doctor supposed to buy the cow if you’re
giving him the milk for free?”
I cover my face with one of my hands wishing for a time machine
so I could slap my five-minutes-ago self for telling her about Porter
in first place. “Mom, it’s ok. I don’t—”
“Not another word, Magnolia,” she interrupts me. “This is all my
fault.”
What?
“You’re an independent woman,” she says independent like an
insult, “but I should’ve known that a young woman needs her
mother’s sound advice.”
I resign myself to the lecture that’s about to begin but I don’t
realize how bad this is until it’s too late to stop the train wreck that
my life has just become in the last five minutes. Because the lecture
I was dreading never comes. It’s bad. Much, much worse. DEFCON 1
bad.
“I think it’s time for a visit. Your father has all this vacation time
he hasn’t used. Get your guest room ready, Magnolia. We’ll be in
Silver Springs in two weeks.”
Guest room? Can this possibly get any worse? I try to dissuade
her from staying with us but it’s a last ditch, desperate attempt to at
least mitigate the force of the incoming hurricane Harriet.
“Mom, wouldn’t you be more comfortable in a hotel? Or a B&B?
We have roommates and—”
“Roommates?” Her screech goes up another notch. “You
definitely need your mama. We must get rid of the roommates,
darling. They aren’t conducive to marriage.”
So just like that, my mom is visiting me in Silver Springs for the
first time since I moved here three years ago. And not only do I
have to tell the guys that she’s staying with us, I just realized that
she’ll be here the weekend of Jen’s engagement party.
Porter
392. ‘God’s image,’ etc. Fuller, The Holy State, II. 20, ‘The Good
Sea-Captain.’
Mr. Murray no longer libels men of colour. In Sketches and
Essays these words were changed to ‘men of colour are no
longer to be libelled.’
393. ‘That one,’ etc. Cf. Othello, Act V. Sc. 2.
THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED
PAG
E ‘Most ignorant,’ etc. Cf. Measure for Measure, Act II. Sc. 2.
395. ‘Cherish,’ etc. Reflections on the Revolution in France (Select
Works, ed. Payne, II. 102).
‘Rings the earth,’ etc. Cf. Cowper, The Task, III. 129–30.
396. ‘Murder to dissect.’ Wordsworth, The Tables Turned, l. 28.
THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED
This essay, which does not seem to have been published in The
Atlas, is printed from Sketches and Essays.
PAG
E
‘Reason,’ etc. Cf. 1 Peter iii. 15.
396. ‘There is nothing,’ etc. Cf. vol. VIII. (English Comic Writers) p.
398. 124 and note.
400. ‘Thus shall we,’ etc. Cf. 1 John iv. I.
‘Comes home,’ etc. Bacon, Essays, Dedication.
‘Still, small voice.’ 1 Kings xix. 12.
ON PARTY SPIRIT
Published in Winterslow.
PAG
E Mr. Currie. This should apparently be Corrie. See Memoirs, I.
405. 25.
The Test and Corporation Acts. Repealed in 1828.
409. ‘I am monarch,’ etc. Cowper, Verses supposed to be written
by Alexander Selkirk.
‘Founded as the rock.’ Macbeth, Act III. Sc. 4.
410. Mr. Burke talks, etc. Hazlitt seems to refer to Burke’s Essay,
On the Sublime and Beautiful, Part IV. §25.
411. ‘There’s no divinity,’ etc. Cf. Hamlet, Act IV. Sc. 5.
412. Essay on Wages. An Essay on the Circumstances which
determine the Rate of Wages, etc. (1826).
‘Throw your bread,’ etc. Cf. Ecclesiastes xi. 1.
413. ‘While this machine,’ etc. Hamlet, Act II. Sc. 2.
419. ‘Like the wild goose,’ etc. As You Like It, Act II. Sc. 7.
ON THE CONDUCT OF LIFE, ETC.
Published in Literary Remains, from which it is here reprinted.
See Mr. W. C. Hazlitt’s Memoirs (1867), I. 16, where the date of the
essay is fixed as 1822, when Hazlitt’s son was ten years old.
PAG
E ‘The salt of the earth.’ S. Matthew v. 13.
425.
‘According to your own dignity,’ etc. Cf. Hamlet, Act II. Sc. 2.
‘How shall we part,’ etc. Cf. Paradise Lost, XI. 282–5.
428. ‘The study of the Classics,’ etc. See vol. I. (The Round Table)
p. 4 and notes.
431. ‘Practique,’ etc. Henry V., Act I. Sc. 1.
435. ‘We hunt the wind,’ etc. See Don Quixote, Part I. Book II.
chap. xiii.
‘Quit, quit,’ etc. Cf. Suckling’s Song, ‘Why so pale and wan,
fond lover?’
436. ‘When on the yellow,’ etc. Coleridge, Love, St. 16.
437. ‘Nods and winks,’ etc. Cf. L’Allegro, 28.
439. ‘Paled,’ etc. Cf. Hamlet, Act I. Sc. 5.
BELIEF, WHETHER VOLUNTARY?
Published in Literary Remains (from which it is here printed) and
in Winterslow.
PAG
E ‘Wherein,’ etc. See vol. VIII. pp. 18–19.
445. ‘The squandering glances,’ etc. As You Like it, Act II. Sc. 7.
PAG
E ‘Ay, every inch a King!’ King Lear, Act IV. Sc. 6.
456. ‘Cooped,’ etc. Cf. Macbeth, Act III. Sc. 4.
PAG
E ‘We have reformed,’ etc. Cf. Hamlet, Act III. Sc. 2.
461. ‘My kingdom,’ etc. S. John xviii. 36.
463. ‘And pure religion,’ etc. Wordsworth, Sonnet, Written in
464. London, September 1802.
ON THE PUNISHMENT OF DEATH
Fraser’s Magazine for January 1831 contains an article on Capital
Punishment in which the author introduces an extract from an essay
by Hazlitt on the same subject. The extract is thus introduced: ‘It
forms part of an essay which was written a few years ago by the late
W. Hazlitt, at the request of a society then existing in London for
obtaining a repeal of that formidable law, and seems to contain
pretty much the sum of what might be brought forward against that
punishment by a philosophical reasoner. It has never yet been
published.’ Hazlitt’s essay has not been discovered, and this rather
obscure fragment is reprinted from Fraser’s Magazine.
PAG
E Beccaria. Cesare, Marchese de Beccaria (1735?–1794), whose
466. famous work, On Crimes and Punishments, appeared in
1764.
‘It is not the intensity,’ etc. Cf. Beccaria, chap. xxviii.
‘Crimes are more effectually prevented,’ etc. Ibid. chap, xxvii.
470. In Mr. Bentham’s phrase. See (e.g) Theory of Legislation,
Part III. chap. vi.
Note. For Burgh’s book see vol. IV. (Reply to Malthus), p. 85
et seq. and notes.
ADDENDA TO THE NOTES IN VOLS. I.–XI.
VOL. I.
PAG
E 3. The miser ‘robs himself,’ etc. Cf. Joseph Andrews, Book
IV.
chap. vii.
23. ‘Because on earth,’ etc. See vol. X., note to p. 63.
52. ‘A mistress,’ etc. Goldsmith, The Traveller, 152.
57. ‘Pure,’ etc. Dryden, Persius, Sat. II. l. 133.
68. ‘Two happy things,’ etc. The Tatler (No. 40) quotes the
epigram thus:
‘In marriage are two happy things allowed,
A wife in wedding-sheets, and in a shroud.
How can a marriage state then be accursed,
Since the last day’s as happy as the first?’
38. The Room over the way. See Cobbett’s Weekly Political
Register, Sept. 1817 (Selections, etc., v. 259).
41. St. Peter is well at Rome. Don Quixote, Part II. Book III.
chap, xli., and elsewhere.
45. ‘Lest the courtiers,’ etc. The Beggar’s Opera, II. 2.
60. ‘One note day and night.’ Burke, Regicide Peace (Select
Works, ed. Payne, p. 51).
63. ‘Which fear,’ etc. Cowper, The Task, II. 325.
166. ‘In Philharmonia’s undivided dale.’ Cf. ‘O’er peaceful
Freedom’s undivided dale.’ Coleridge, Monody on the
Death of Chatterton, 140.
171. ‘Unslacked of motion.’ See vol. IV. p. 42 and note.
174. ‘Of whatsoever race,’ etc. Cf. Dryden, Absalom and
Achitophel, I. 100–103.
239. ‘Meek mouths ruminant.’ Cf. ‘With ruminant meek
mouths.’ Leigh Hunt, The Story of Rimini, Canto II.
243. The Essay on ‘The Effects of War and Taxes,’ appeared
also in The New Scots Magazine for Oct. 1818.
259. ‘Soul-killing lies,’ etc. Lamb, John Woodvil, Act II.
268. ‘Certain so wroth,’ etc. Chaucer, Canterbury Tales, The
Prologue, 451–2.
273. ‘People of the nicest imaginations,’ etc. Cf. Swift,
Thoughts on Various Subjects.
284. ‘Resemble the flies of a summer.’ Cf. ‘Men would become
little better than the flies of a summer.’ Burke, Reflections
on the Revolution in France (Select Works, ed. Payne, II.
112).
328. ‘A new creation,’ etc. Goldsmith, The Traveller, 296.
VOL. IV.
23. ‘Those suns and skies so pure.’ Warton, Sonnet (IX.) to the
River Lodon.
93. ‘The fair variety of things.’ Akenside, Pleasures of the
Imagination, I. 78.
94. A neighbouring Baronet. See vol. XII., note to p. 202.
96. ‘Like life and death,’ etc. Cf. Lamb., John Woodvil, Act II.
106. ‘The beautiful is vanished,’ etc. Coleridge, The Death of
Wallenstein, v. I.
113. ‘Like a faint shadow,’ etc. Cf. The Faerie Queene, II. vii.
29.
152. Note. ‘The worse, the second fall of man.’ Cf. Windham,
Speeches, I. 311 (March 13, 1797).
156. ‘To warn and scare.’ Rev. Sneyd Davies, To the
Honourable and Reverend F. C. (Dodsley, Collection of
Poems, VI. 138).
189. ‘The vine-covered hills,’ etc. William Roscoe, Lines
written in 1788, parodied in The Anti-Jacobin.
211. ‘Free from the Sirian star,’ etc. Beaumont and Fletcher,
Philaster, Act v. Sc. 3.
218. ‘It was out of all plumb,’ etc. Tristram Shandy, Book III.
chap. xii.
225. ‘Stud of night-mares.’ Cf. ‘I confess an occasional night-
mare; but I do not, as in early youth, keep a stud of them.’
Lamb, Essays of Elia (Witches, and other Night-Fears).
243. ‘Tall, opaque words.’ Hazlitt was perhaps quoting from
himself. See vol. VIII. p. 257.
259. ‘To angels ’twas most like.’ The Flower and the Leaf, St.
19.
308. ‘Wild wit,’ etc. Gray, Ode, On a Distant Prospect of Eton
College.
317. ‘As much again to govern it.’ This line is not Butler’s, but
Pope’s. See An Essay on Criticism, 80–81:
‘There are whom heav’n has blest with store of wit,
Yet want as much again to manage it.’