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Safe at Home by Wendy Burke: Tuesday Teaser

Tuesday Teaser: Safe at Home by Wendy Burke

I’m so happy to share Wendy Burke’s new release–Safe at Home–with all of you!

Tuesday Teaser

Safe At Home

Charly Knox has everything – she’s married to handsome, major league baseball shortstop, has two darling little girls, and a beautiful home in an upscale suburb. What more could she want? Other than the love of her husband.

safe at homeAndy Knox has everything – a gorgeous, smart-as-a-whip wife, two daughters he can’t live without, plenty of fame, and more than enough fortune and friends. What more could he want? Other than the love of his wife?

Their marriage isn’t over, but stalled, stuck. Regardless of status, they’re bogged down in the rut that work, kids, familiarity and life in general can become.

Can Madame Eve “light the fire” and again show them why they fell in love in the first place?

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Ten minutes later, two little girls were both dry and asleep. And, as Breanna insisted, in their parents’ bed. Charly rested her head against her husband’s. “Sorry, hon.”

“About what?”

She looked around the bed. “The interruption. My irritation. Too little of you know what these days, and then….”

“Hey.” His warm fingertip lifted her chin. “I love you.” Kissing her gently, he promised, “There’s always tomorrow.” He winked at her in the darkened room. “And I’ll make sure you get off like you’ve never gotten off before.” He stopped for a moment, cuddling a daughter. “Anyway, this is almost as good.”

“I guess we need to put a lock on that door.”

“What for? That would ruin all the excitement!”

Quietly, as to not wake their girls, they laughed together.

The thoughts that had darted to the front of her brain earlier in the evening, returned. A question spilled from her mouth before she had any chance to stop it. “So, this trade,” she began.

“Yes, Charlotte.”

No, not my given first name, this is not going to be good. “You know, don’t you?”

“I didn’t want to upset, you Char.”

So you were keeping me in the dark! “Just tell me, Andy.”


“No….” With the utterance of that one wordshe knew. A city she loathed, a metropolis that had emotionally chewed her up and spit her out. She hadn’t been to The City in more than a decade, and it would take some doing to get her to return.

“…York, the Bronx.”

Swallowing hard, she blocked the tears. A defeated, disgusted sigh left her. “No, Andy, not New York, not the Titans.” Cuddling Chloe closer, she turned her face from her husband and cried herself to sleep.



Two weeks later, the spring baseball rituals began. As much as she hated it, still Charly put on a happy face. If this were any other year, the girls would’ve been outfitted in little Milwaukee Breakers shirts, but mentally holding her nose, she honored her husband by dressing them in tiny Titans jerseys. They sat atop their father’s carry-on at the front door.

Charly watched as he squatted in front of them.

“Daddy’s going to miss you.” He clutched them tightly, smooching them wetly on the cheeks.

“Daddy going to Forida,” Bree mentioned.

Florida, baby.”

“When he rose to meet Charly, there were tears in his eyes.

“What, Andy?”

Taking her into his arms and holding her tightly, he whispered, “This gets harder all the time.”

Knowing that, she didn’t let on how much his leaving affected her as well, especially since in Florida, there’d be no familiar faces to hang with, no women who understood her and she them. She’d be with strangers. “But, it’s what you do, honey.” She hugged him in return, kissing his cheek. “We’ll see you in a week or two.” His hold tightened about her.

His voice quiet, nearly apologetic, he confessed, “I’m sorry we haven’t had a chance to ‘get busy’ lately, Charly. You know how much I’m going to miss that.” He kissed her ear, his voice even more quiet, secretive, “I’ll ask Mom to come to Florida with you. We can get a little alone time then.” His took her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers for a long, deep, gotta-make-it-last kiss.


When the car service driver rang the doorbell, a not so pretty chapter in their lives began.



Constance Phillips

Wife, mother, and author, Constance Phillips spends most of her time in a fantasy land of her own creating. When not writing stories of finding and rediscovering love, Constance and her husband spend the hours planning a cross-country motorcycle trip for the not-so-distant future…if they can find a sidecar big enough for their four pups.

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