Ok, some folks are not into this sort of thing, some are down right offended by it so I hope the subject line is sufficient.
For anyone else, here is an (erotica-less) excerpt from MAXX PRO; THE FOUR WHORES OF THE APOCALYPSE by Claudia T. Sassenfuss
There was a knock at the door. Julie produced a blocky black pistol from nowhere and stood next to the doorframe. She waved everyone away from the door and put her index finger to her lips.
“Julie. Julie… It’s Greg, come on out. I forgot to tell you we have Dinty Moore too. And we and the kids made blanket forts in the house and we’re just making it like a big camping adventure inside…”
“No thanks Greg, go away.”
“Alice said you could share our blanket fort.”
Julie rolled her eyes but said nothing. Then the door handle jiggled.
“Julie, I know John didn’t come back and I just want to make sure you’re taken care of babe.”
“Go away Greg, NOW!”
There was a scraping, prying sound at the doorframe near the bolt. Julie stood back a second, thought about the situation, then moved with a fury.
Before the other girls could even guess what she was going to do, the door was unlocked, opened and Julie had a fistful of Greg’s shirt collar. She dragged him through the doorway, kneed him in the balls and tripped him over her hip. He landed flat on his back wide eyed from all the pain that was just starting to register. Julie was straddling him on her knees and she planted the muzzle of the pistol in his forehead so hard it was sure to bruise. The Crow bar he was holding clanged on the floor.
Greg was a meek and meager man, a little pudgy around the middle greying at the temples wearing a polo shirt, khaki pants and loafers. He went a little cross eyed looking at the pistol and Julie’s trigger finger resting along the frame.
“The Glock 19, nine-millimeter pistol has a trigger pull of 5.5 pounds. That’s all there is between you walking out of here or you making a mess all over my brand new hardwood floor. Do you understand?”
“Oh, ah yeah, I’m sorry Julie I’m just worried about you and I don’t want you to be scared and I’ve never…”
“Do I look scared Greg?”
“Ah, no.”
“Greg, don’t ever call me babe.”
“Ok, can I please go home now?”
Julie snarled a little, then stood up, keeping the pistol pointed at him.
“Get out.”
Greg ran out the door and nearly tripped down the steps. Julie promptly closed and bolted the door.
Looking back at the girls, she saw them all staring at her agape.
“Julie, that was so bad-ass!” Lynn was laughing. “I felt sorry for the guy.”
“Before it was just annoying flirting and creepy borderline stalking stuff, but now, if he thinks he’s going to just break into my house and fulfill some kind of fantasy just because it’s the end of the world, well…”
“That and he called you babe.”
Jessie laughed a bit nervously. Stacey was standing far away with her back against the wall.“I’m going to go load some things in the truck, why don’t you girls go find some clothes. Take what ever you want.” Julie tucked the Glock in a holster inside her waist at the back of her pants.
Julie walked into the garage, closed the door, leaned back against it and sighed. For some reason she wanted to cry. She was shaking. Taking charge was it’s own escape, but there were certain realities she was going to have to face. She could think of only one reason why Bill would be in such a hurry to get his family out. And if that weenie Greg was thinking he could walk over and grab her only 24 hours after the attack, what were other, more desperate, more capable people thinking and doing, and where were they?
The 50 page ebook is available on Kindle for 1.99 or free with Kindle Unlimited. The author says there will be follow on if there is enough interest. It was written as an experiment and a way to introduce a new audience to preparedness.