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“Sometimes it’s better to push people away, so you don’t hurt them,” Peyton said, “and they don’t hurt you.”
Peyton shook her head. “I’m never going to be whole again.”
“That’s bullshit, too. I won’t have talk like that, Miss Peyton. I just won’t have it.” Dr. Lorraine cocked her head to the side. “It’s time for a change in direction — a serious change of direction. This is what we are going to do. You made a lot of progress with Reed – lots of good oral and other stuff. But now you’ve cut him off, and I see you backsliding. I don’t like to see it. I won’t allow it.” She stroked her chin then cracked her knuckles in preparation for some great declaration. “I’m prescribing a little retail therapy.”
“What?” Peyton cried.
“Yes, that’s what I’m prescribing. You get that friend of yours, Quinn, and hit the shops – Canal Place, Magazine Street, St. Charles Avenue, wherever,” Dr. Lorraine ordered, her whole body bouncing. “I don’t want to see you in those sad, baggy ass clothes anymore. Just looking at them, they mess with my head, and they screw up my whole day. You ever think about how they make me feel?”
“No,” Peyton said with a laugh.
“Makes me sad. I hate them. So I want new shoes, clothes, athletic wear, undergarments! Everything new. Got it?”
“How is this therapy?”
“Honey, you’re hiding again. You’ve flipped your sex switch back to off, and I’m not about to let it hibernate in some frozen tundra again for years. We’ve worked too damn hard. You need to get in touch with your sexuality without a man helping you do it. You have to do it. And clothes are the perfect place to start.”
Peyton shrugged. “I don’t feel like it.”
“You don’t feel like it? Tough shit! I didn’t feel like getting my pap smear last week, but I did.”
Peyton smiled. “It just seems like a waste of time and money.”
“Well, if you don’t want to do it through clothes, I can prescribe something else. Maybe a pole dancing class?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Or daily masturbation?”
Peyton rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll get the clothes.”
“Good,” Dr. Lorraine said, writing in Peyton’s chart, as if filling out a prescription to take to the drugstore. “Among other things, I want you to get some power panties.”
“Power panties?” Has she been talking to Bret?
“Sexy underwear,” Dr. Lorraine said, still writing. “They can make a woman feel very powerful.” She put down her pen and looked at Peyton. “When a man wants to be taken seriously, he usually wears a red tie. Ever notice that in presidential debates? Lots of red ties. Red is the color of power.” Dr. Lorraine waved her hand and snapped her fingers. “So get yourself some red panties, girl! Take back your power! Do it for yourself!” She handed Peyton her prescription.
“I didn’t realize my power was in my underwear.”
Where are you from? Tell us a little about yourself! I was born in Little Rock, Arkansas and currently live in New Orleans, LA. I always loved writing and playing make believe. I used to write short stories and sell them to my dad. I can remember doing this when I was only about 5. He got them for 25 cents not $2.99. I wonder if he knows what a bargain he was getting.
Tell us about your book? How did it get started?This novel came about during a conversation I was having with a single girlfriend one day. She asked me how do you know when you find “the one.” I think she thought since I write romance novels, I have some authority on the subject. I thought about it for a second then laughed. Then I told her. Everyone thinks love is about hearts and romance, and those things are nice. But true love, ever lasting love — is about being able to see someone’s faults, their problems, their “brokenness,” and loving them anyway. It’s easy to love the pretty roses, but you have to love the thorns too. Perfectly Broken was born out of that conversation. How do you create your characters? They just pop into my head and start having conversations with each other. I don’t have multiple personality disorder or anything, but sometimes they are so loud I can’t sleep at night, until I get up and write down what they are saying.
Where do you write? Is there something you need in order to write (music, drinks?) The only things I need are my laptop and time. I am not disciplined at all. I don’t have a set time to write, although usually it’s late at night when my kids are asleep. I don’t need coffee or cocktails. There really are no big secrets.
Anything else you’d like to share? A BIG HUGE THANK YOU to my fans.