Sharing Backstage

SharingtheBackstage CvrFinalI had the good fortune to meet Ms Paige Parsons at the Blushing Books Conference in Atlanta. She traveled all the way from Japan just to share a drink with me {or so I like to think}. She is a creative mind, enjoying the world of make believe. Her first love is the theater, but she also graces us with her writing. With an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research, she is also a remarkable conversationalist.

Her new novel captures some of her 25 year collection of stories around the stage. She has been an actress, stage manager, and production manager, thus, she knows everything.

So, enjoy Sharing Backstage

Blushing Books


So, you finally did something that couldn’t be solved with a quickie on the office futon.


What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put?

Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she’s no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of theatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts.

Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They’ve christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm’s length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on.

They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn’t afraid to display, and she isn’t a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all.

Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easygoing man she’s with isn’t the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her.

To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It’s the only way they’ll ever find themselves sharing backstage again.

Publisher’s Note: This work contains depictions of adult sexual activity and adult domestic discipline. If you would rather not be exposed to such topics, please don’t read this book.


Her door opened and closed quickly, with the loud click of the lock connecting. When her pacing turned her back to it Harper saw Lucas standing there, arms crossed and a penetrating glare.

“You ever hear of knocking?”

“I doubt you would’ve heard me, although anyone coming down this hall could sure hear you. What’s going on, Harper?”

“Nothing. Forget it.”

“No, we are not doing this. You say nothing and forget it, and then they’ll be another blow-up. It’s what you do when you don’t deal with things. You don’t pretend with me.”

“When you get your degree in psychology, then you can talk to me about my lack of coping skills.”

If she had been paying more attention to his movements instead of nursing her rage, Harper would’ve noticed the door being locked and the closing of the blinds on her glass side panel window. Unfortunate for her she decided to top her tirade by turning her back on her severely perturbed boyfriend. Pressing the full front of his body against her back, Lucas leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“You have thirty seconds to rethink your last comment and retain your right to talk from an upright position.”

The hairs the back of her neck began to rise along with the prickles of goose flesh running from the back of her neck and down her arms. It was his closeness and the soft intensity of his voice that kept her from turning around on her own. Her pause to check her own reaction to his words and actions made her reflexes slower than his thirty-second ultimatum.


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