Excerpt: Brownie Fix
Chapter One: Ritual Interrupted
“Oh, my God,” Persey said with a sparkle in her brilliant eyes and flip of her auburn hair, a spicy blend of chili powder and milk chocolate. “Brownie mix tastes like the food of the gods.”
The rich and moist taste of chocolate is what attracted Persey to the art of making brownies, and the sweet flavor that entered her mouth when she sucked down the raw mix was enough to satisfy her cravings.
The conditions were indeed perfect for the beloved ritual of brownie making. Her trip to the local grocery store for the nectar was justified since she was nine months pregnant, and the chocolate called to her.
Her husband, Hayden, had left for work, and she had the house to herself with no housekeeper in sight. Plus, it was fall, her favorite season of the year, and the beautiful morning called for the ritual of brownies.
“Do you hope people won’t judge you?” the voices in Persey’s head taunted in unison. “Do you really think you’re perfect?”
Ignoring them, she pulled her steel blue Jaguar into the closest parking space at the grocery store and slammed the door. Clackity-clack went the sound of her stiletto boots hitting the pavement, and she set out on her mission: the ritual would be satisfied. She adjusted the strap of her favorite Louis Vuitton purse on her shoulder, and she was ready.
Walking into the store, she passed a tan, Nordic hunk with fresh fruit and protein bars in his little basket. He took an admiring look at Persey’s big belly protruding through a stylish, loose-fitting, tiger-print blouse.
“You’re fat,” the voices in her head sang.