The Infamous Ellen James (Infamous Series)

by Alcorn, N. A.

  Amy: You're fucking dog is an asshole. She just shit on my carpet.

  Amy: This god damn dog just pissed on my bed!

  Amy: I thought surgeons were supposed to be smart. This plan of proposing marriage to my best friend with a pissing, shitting, shoe-eating mutt seems like the worst idea you've ever had.

  Yeah. Note to self: never let Amy watch my dog in the future.

  I heard Ellie walk in the door, and her footsteps headed into the kitchen, lightly padding on the hardwood floor. “Trent! I'm starving! Feed me now!” She yelled as she walked past the hallway.

  “Babe, I'm in the bedroom. Come in here for a minute,” I shouted back as I was furiously attempting to hold the squirming puppy in my lap, keeping her from running out of the bedroom and into an unsuspecting Ellie.

  “No! You come out here and cook dinner for your exhausted girlfriend!” The fridge door opened and then slammed shut. Maybe this wasn't the best time for this proposal? I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, freeing Georgia to jump off the bed and run down the hallway, her little paws pounding loudly on the floor. Son of a bitch!

  I attempted to grab the puppy before she ran down the hallway, but she wiggled out of my reach, and I was left looking like an idiot. “Shit! Georgia! Come here, girl!” I whisper-yelled behind the puppy. This dog was eight weeks old, so there was no way she should have been able to outrun a grown man. A small bark escaped from her snout and echoed off of the walls of the apartment. I was rethinking this brilliant idea at this point.

  “Bark! Bark!” Georgia raced towards Ellie, whose back was turned toward the pantry, furiously looking for something to eat. Ellie turned around at the unfamiliar sound and her eyes widened in surprise when she spotted Georgia.

  “Oh my god! Is this the dog?! Is this the puppy from the other day?! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” She squealed in excitement as she wrapped Georgia in her arms and pulled her close to her face. The puppy licked her nose and cheeks as her tail wagged excitedly. Ellie was grinning and laughing, and a few small tears filled her eyes.

  Did she spot the ring?

  “Trent! I can't believe you bought me the puppy!” She stepped toward me and wrapped her free arm around my back, pulling me in for an awkward hug with a squirming puppy squished between our chests. “You're going to get so many blow jobs for this!” I couldn't help but smile at this statement. I mean, I might have been a fucking sap, but my cock still loved blow jobs.

  Ellie continued to kiss and croon to the puppy, and I was left to stand there…waiting. Waiting for her to spot the ring so I could start my proposal speech. And I waited and waited and waited…

  Still waiting.

  Still waiting.

  What the hell? How could my soon-to-be fiancée not notice the giant rock of a ring hanging from Georgia's neck? This dog was so cute that she was ruining my proposal plan. Ellie was so wrapped up in rubbing her soft ears and hugging her tightly to her chest that she wasn't even looking at the ring hanging from her collar.

  “What do you think of her collar?” I was grasping at straws here, shamelessly hinting for her to look for the ring.

  “It's great. I love pink! Great choice, baby! Awww I love you so much, Trent!”

  She places a soft kiss on my cheek and doesn't even glance down at Georgia's collar.

  “Who's my girl? Who's my pretty girl? Let's go to Mommy's bedroom so she can get changed and then we'll go for a walk!” Ellie kissed Georgia's head and began padding down the hallway to our bedroom. I swear, that fucking dog just looked at me, her eyes laughing at my expense. Ellie headed into the hallway, completely clueless. I was generally a patient man, but I only had about a thread of patience left.

  Sighing heavily and doing the only thing that was left, I walked into the bedroom and found Ellie sitting on the floor, playing with the puppy. Georgia's nub of a tail was wagging ninety miles per hour as she and Ellie played tug-of-war with a sock. I was standing in front of them, arms crossed in front of my chest. I thought I needed to get Ellie's vision checked. That was the only thing I was certain of at that moment. That and the fact that I was still feeling like an idiot.

  “Would you look at the fucking collar, Ellie?” I was exasperated, my dreams of the perfect proposal was squashed because I'd brought home a dog whose cuteness well surpassed the appeal of the shiny engagement ring.

  Ellie looked up at me with annoyance. “What crawled up your ass?” she huffed out.

  This was not how this was supposed to go. What crawled up my ass? This was not supposed to be a thought that was crossing her mind right now. She should have been crying and smiling and begging for me to fuck her all over our bed after she threw herself in my arms screaming, “Yes! Yes! I will marry you!”

  Screw this. I was throwing in the towel; this obviously wasn't the perfect moment to propose to my girlfriend. I stalked into the bathroom and used the sink to splash cold water on my face. I placed my elbows on the sink, my head in my hands. My heart was racing, the nerves of the entire proposal fiasco had worn me down. And I'm not going to lie, I was disappointed. Oh well, I'd come up with something.

  Maybe I should have just hung the ring from my dick…

  I lifted my head to the sound of Ellie clearing her throat behind me. I locked eyes with her in the bathroom mirror. She had the ring in her hand, and tears were streaming down her cheeks, the most beautiful, breathtaking smile on her face. She'd never looked more perfect than in that moment. I turned around so I was facing her, continuing to drink her in with my gaze.

  “Now what do you think about Georgia's collar?” My lips smiled down at her as I stepped closer to Ellie, our chests mere inches away from each other.

  “Are you… Is this… Wha… Oh my god!” She was stuttering and had apparently lost the ability to form coherent sentences. YES! Finally the reaction I'd been looking for!

  “Ellie, I have something I want to ask you.” I got down on one knee and pulled Ellie's hand into mine, grasping the ring between both of our palms. “I love you. I love you so much, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want your laugh, your smile, all of you. Everything, with me…forever. Will you marry me?” I lifted my hand and removed the ring from her grasp, holding it out, waiting for her response. More tears streamed down her face, and she blinked her eyes shut for a moment, inhaling a shaking breath.

  Ellie opened her eyes slowly and pierced me with the most intense, passionate look. She nodded her head yes as a smile hinted at her lips.

  Before I was able to slide the ring on Ellie's finger, she tackled me to the bathroom floor, laughing and smiling and raining kisses all over my face. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly to my chest, nuzzling my face into her strawberry-scented hair.

  “I love you so much, Trent,” she whispered into my ear.

  “I love you too, baby, but I think we need to get your vision checked.”

  She smacked my chest and started giggling. “You asshole! How was I supposed to know you tied an engagement ring to that ridiculously adorable puppy!”

  I crushed my lips to hers and my heart was ablaze. This girl had just made my life with a simple nod of her head. We continued to kiss and caress each other, enjoying the moment, savoring this memory. My mind was already letting my cock know it was high time we headed to the bed. Ellie had already promised me a lifetime of blow jobs, and I was ready to bury myself in her all night long.

  I heard heavy panting and something drop to the bathroom tile beside my head. Ellie glanced up and anger crossed her face. I tilted my head to the side to try to figure out what had caused this sudden change in mood.

  “That dog just destroyed my favorite pair of heels!” Ellie hopped off of me and proceeded to chase the puppy into the bedroom. Georgia was barking loudly, jumping up and down, thinking that Ellie was going to play with her again. I sat up and saw the battered shoe that was sitting beside me. It was one of the infamous fuck-me heels Ellie had worn in Nashville and on our first date.

  Dam
n dog. I'd really loved those shoes…

  The sound of Georgia getting up and trotting into the hallway pulls me from my reminiscent thoughts. She frequently wakes up in the middle of the night, too hot from Ellie's body heat, and finds a cool place to sleep in the kitchen. I throw on a pair of flannel pants and walk into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. I grab my toothbrush from the holder, and as I go to pick up the toothpaste, I'm stunned.

  Shocked.

  Speechless.

  The word pregnant is staring back at me.

  The word pregnant is front and center in the window of a pregnancy test. A pregnancy test that's sitting on my bathroom sink, our bathroom sink, my and Ellie's. Ellie's pregnant? I lift my eyes when I hear a throat clearing behind me. My eyes meet Ellie's in the mirror, and I'm smiling but still too stunned to form sentences, much less words.

  I turn around, toothbrush still grasped in my hand, surprise etched all over my face.

  “Wha… You're…What?”

  Ellie's smile nearly knocks me on my ass.

  “Trent, I'm pregnant.” She says the words slowly, giving my brain time to process this monumental bombshell. Ellie's pregnant. My Ellie's pregnant? Holy shit! Ellie's pregnant!

  Dropping my toothbrush to the bathroom tile, I immediately grab her around the waist and clutch her against my bare chest, her soft breasts pressing into me. My lips tremble slightly as tears fill my eyes. I lift my hands, placing my palms on her cheeks, pulling her lips to mine, attempting to tell her how happy I am right now through physical affection. My mind is still unable to function, still unable to process coherent words.

  “Dr. Hammer has superhero sperm.” Ellie giggles against my mouth, her breath warming my face. “Your superhero cock's superhero spunk somehow managed to surpass my birth control.”

  A husky laugh vibrates my chest as a single tear slides down my cheek.

  “I'm so happy, baby. So. Fucking. Happy.” In an instant, this girl has changed my life again.

  She's turned my world upside down and given me the most precious gift I could ever ask for…

  I'm going to be a father.

  -THE END-

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  Coming Soon from NA Alcorn

  Are you ready to hear Amy's story?

  The Infamous Amy Jackson (The Infamous Series #2)

  February 2014

  Acknowledgements

  THANK YOU

  This book could not have been completed without the never ending support from my wonderful family and friends. You guys rock. You've picked me up more times than you probably even realized and for that, I will forever be thankful.

  Thank you to my husband Rob for always being my biggest fan. The endless nights of listening to me talk about book characters and dialogue and plot lines. I love you, forever and always.

  Thank you to my mom and sister. I love you both to the moon and back. Your ability to make me smile and give me confidence is something I will forever be grateful for. Angela, our endless phone conversations and your speedy reading abilities got me through some serious self-deprecating moments. You're the best sister a girl could ask for. Belinda, you're the best mother in the entire universe. You've been my biggest supporter and I don't know what I would do without you. I told you you'd get mentioned in this book!

  Thank you to my wonderful blogging friends whom I've spent countless hours chatting books with.

  My best friend Mo at Fifty5Cents Book Blog, otherwise known as author M. Mabie. You're my writing partner in crime. You make me laugh and I seriously love you. Like love you love you. You're my domestic partner and I'll never forget our night in Columbus. I don't know what I would do without you. Have we really only known each other for a year? No way. I feel like we've been friends forever. You get me like no one else. You're the jelly to my peanut butter. The nacho to my cheese. The wind beneath my wings. I might start singing for you in a minute… But seriously, I love you. Your support and encouragement and uncanny ability to motivate me are a huge reason I was able to jump into this crazy writing world.

  My favorite girl Nataleeeee! From Read This Hear That. Who would've thought all it would take is for us to have the same name to become lifelong friends! I love you, lady. You're the best!

  My favorite drinking partner and soul sister, Malory from Loverly's Book Blog. I love you. Your quick wit and uncanny ability to find the very best pictures makes my day. EVERY DAY.

  My Kitty Kat. Kat from Momma's Romance. You, my dear friend, there are just no words to even describe the support you've given me. I love you so much and your friendship means the world to me. You're willingness to help me and encourage me well…you're awesome. It's as simple as that. You rock my world lady!

  Sandie and Dee from Book Boyfriend Reviews. These ladies showed me what the blogging world was about. These awesome chicks whose feisty personalities have made me laugh more times than I could even count. Your friendship and support mean the world to me.

  Heidi and Steph. Two ladies who've expanded my creative horizons just by letting me be a part of something truly amazing. I love you both. My day isn't complete without our Kik conversations. You realize that we're basically friends for life now, right?

  Amber & Tara. I love you both. I don't know what I would do without you two. Your support, encouraging words…well, it pretty much rocks. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

  My Mercy Girls. The ladies who've inspired me to write some interesting stories. The ladies who keep me up at all hours of the night. The awesome ladies who deliver babies like it's no one's business. You rock!

  Reader Thank You

  I just want to take a moment to thank you, the wonderful readers! You're amazing and I am forever grateful to you for giving me a chance. Thank you for your support of indie authors! You rock and I hope you enjoyed Ellen's story just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to give you Amy's story and I truly hope you come back! –N.A.

  About the Author

  N.A. Alcorn is a wife, mother, labor and delivery nurse, writer, and blogger. She lives in Cincinnati with her husband and three-year-old son, Sid. In her spare time she enjoys reading, writing, running, and having inappropriate conversations with her blog besties. She also has a serious addiction to music and her all-time favorite band is Incubus. Her ability to eat an ungodly amount of Reese's Cups in a fifteen minute time frame would quite literally blow your mind.

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  Sneak Peek for M. Mabie's book Fade In

  Coming Soon in 2014

  Please enjoy this sneak peak of Fade In, a contemporary-comedy romance

  from debuting author M. Mabie.

  Tatum Elliot is a successful writer on a hit television show. She lives in an Upper East Side apartment and loves her life. She wouldn't change a thing. Unfortunately, she doesn't have a choice.

  As Tatum trips over her tongue and her four-inch heels, she all too quickly realizes that the things that appeared so important are slowly slipping out of sight. With the support of her best friends, family and colleagues, she begins to see that there's much more to life… and herself.

  When Ben Harris enters her life as her new personal assistant, she can't tell if it's his good looks and charm that are working on her libido, or his kind and helpful nature working on her heart? Whatever it is, neither one of them can resist it.

  As her vision fades out, a world of love and happiness just might…Fade In.

  Fade In is a contemporary-comedy romance about laughing through tears and telling life to, quite frankly, “Suck it.” This novel is vulgar and contains wickedly, sexual situations that the author may or may not have tried at home… for your safety, of course. Research is research.

  M. Mabie lives in Illinois, NOT Chicago, with her husband. She loves writing
for Fifty5Cent Book Blog, which she owns and operates, usually poorly. She cares about politics, but won't discuss them in public. She uses the same fork at every meal, watches Wayne's World while cleaning, and lets her dog sleep on her head. M. Mabie has never been accused of being tight lipped or shy. She's THAT girl.

  And now… Fade In- Chapter 1: Masturbating Makes You Go Blind

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  Masturbating Makes You Go Blind

  “Date of birth?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Charlotte? You know my date of birth. You just told me happy birthday when I walked in! I know you have to ask, but do you really have to ask? I've been coming here since I was fourteen. It's a little redundant. Don't you think?”

  Charlotte is Dr. Meade's receptionist. She's about a hundred years old and wears “slacks,” and a lovely parka that could be fashioned from the cat hair hanging from her blouse. She's my favorite brand of old lady. Don't tell anyone I said that.

  “I'm sorry. I'm just anxious. I didn't mean to cuss you out for doing your job.” That's me. I blow up and then apologize. I have no filter when I'm nervous. “Four, twenty, nineteen eighty-five.”

  “Thank you, Tatum. Doctor is on schedule. It should only be a minute. Are you doing anything fun for your birthday? Is Kurt taking you anywhere?” She waves her hand in a big way to let me know I can sit.

  “I think we are going to dinner with Winnie and Coop. They are picking me up here in a while. Any recommendations? I'm supposed to be deciding where to go. I hate that. Deciding where to eat. It's like…” And mid-sentence, on my way to the seat, that, mind you, I've sat in almost every time I've been here for years, I slam my shin into something. “Son of a bitch!”