My Sexy Saturday

      My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) has provided a great place for authors to showcase snippets of their works.  7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs. 

      This week I'm sharing 7 paragraphs from my WIP "Mountains and Skyscrapers" ...

 

     At her door she turned to him, her face square with his chest and before she knew it he had pulled her to him, his chin resting on top of her head.  She wrapped her arms around his waist.  He smelled like Ron and it was familiar and comforting, yet she was acutely aware that he wasn’t Ron, her deceased husband, even if he wore the same cologne.  No, the man holding her was Michael, someone she had only personally known for a week, yet felt like she had always known him, somehow.  His hands moved to cradle the back of her head as he kissed her hair, then her forehead.  She tilted her face up to his and their lips met in an unsteady, awkward kiss.

 

     Elle’s heart banged against her ribcage as relentlessly as a high school marching band in a competition. And then, it happened!  She couldn’t help it.  It rose up from her stomach, carried by the butterflies and before she knew it, it had escaped her mouth. 

 

     A giggle! 

 

     “I’m sorry.”  She cleared her throat and bit her lip. 

 

     “Well, that hasn't happened since my third grade recess wedding.  Let’s try this again," He leaned in, and then just before their lips touched he leaned back again.  "No laughing this time, this is very serious business.”

 

     Even though she felt the beginnings of a nervous giggle, there was no way it could have come out.  His lips were locked on hers and somehow he had lifted her up slightly and backed her up against the closed door.  She was completely dazed by the time his mouth left hers, kissing a trail toward her left ear.  She braided her hands through his hair and tried to catch her breath. The bright afternoon sun shined in her eyes.

 

     “Cancel your plans tonight,” he whispered in her ear, and then kissed her below it.  She felt his intention press hard against her thigh, and it was thoroughly tempting.  She hadn’t had sex for two years, at least, and God, it sounded like a great idea! But…  

 

 

 

My Sexy Saturday

    My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) has provided a great place for authors to showcase snippets of their works.  7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs. 

     This week I'm sharing 7 paragraphs once again.  Here's the set up...

    A Halloween party gets sexy when a vampire’s victim meets up with a nerdy Dr. in this snippet from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers”.  Elle and Michael have had a spat and haven’t seen each other for awhile, but they have made up over a phone call.   She attends a Halloween party with her friend Tom, knowing that she will run into Michael there. 

     Cheers!

     Elle weaved her way in the opposite direction of Tom, finding the patio door and escaping through it into the cold night air.  She was glad the old black dress she had found had long sleeves, though the plunging neckline was a bit chilly.  She wouldn’t stay out long; just take a few breaths, refocus, and then slip back inside where it was warm.  She walked to the edge of the patio and looked up at the full moon that smiled back at her.  A hand reached around her, holding a glass. 

     “I thought red wine was appropriate.”

     She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.  “Michael.  I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” she lied, her heart fluttering.  She took the glass and swirled the liquid around, watching it. 

     “I got here about half an hour ago,” he said. 

     “And it took you this long to find me?”

     “No, I saw you the minute I came in.  I wanted to make sure I got a good look at you in case you were still mad and decided to leave once you saw me.”

     Elle turned to face him.  He was dressed as a Doctor with a white lab coat, crazy wild-haired wig and a stethoscope around his neck.

     He bit his lip and looked at the prosthetic gash on her neck with mock concern.  “That’s a terrible looking wound.  You might need stitches.  I should examine it closer in some better light.”  He ran his finger down the side of her neck.  “Yes, I think you’ll need a thorough examination.”

My Sexy Saturday

     Welcome to this week's "My Sexy Saturday" ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ).  I always feel like the set-up to a scene can be just as sexy as the scene itself.  I like the little gestures, and the subtle language and images.
    
     This selection comes from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers”.  After a casual dinner with a group of his future employees, involving more than a few bottles of celebratory wine, Michael ends up having to drive his new second-in-command Randall’s sister home since he was already driving someone else home.  Not that he’d minded driving her home at all, even if Randall had shot him the evil eye a few times.  He’d drop her off last, to make sure that she was ok and all, of course. 
    
     Then, she invited him in, and, well, he had to oblige. He was a perfect gentleman, he had to be in his line of work.  But could he remain one with the gorgeous, spunky Elle in front on him?

     “Well, here we are,” she said as she pushed the door to the laundry room open and turned the alarm off.  She flipped on the light switch and led the way down the hallway to the living room.  Michael noticed that there were abstract canvas paintings hanging in the hall as well as the living room.

     “Who is the artist?” 

     “Do you like them?”

     “Well, these two I do, and the orange one in the hallway, but I didn’t really care for the blue one,” he said, honestly. 

     “They’re mine,” she said, smiling proudly. 

     “Did I mention I love the blue one?”

     She laughed.  “It’s ok, I painted it at a bad time in my life; you must have picked up on it.  You know, I only had two glasses of wine.  I’m perfectly fine, Randall is just a worrier. He still treats me like I’m the little sister in an Easter dress or something.”  She plopped down on the overstuffed white loveseat with one foot curled under her, so he sat on the matching couch and tried to appear relaxed even though all of his senses were ultra-heightened. He felt like a fox in a sheep-filled pasture, and his mind raced trying to find the right thing to say.  

  

My Sexy Saturday

     My Sexy Saturday ( http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) is all about sexy. Control is sexy.  It’s sexy to give up control in the bedroom.  But, in order to trust someone enough to give up that kind of control, you must first learn how to give up control outside of the bedroom, not just to them, but to fate.  In this snippet of my short story “The Plane Truth” ( https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/214003 ), Emily, who absolutely hates flying, gets a lesson from Aiden about giving up control when the plane they are flying in hits a bad thunderstorm.    

 

     “Do you believe in fate, Emily?”

     “What?” she asked turning to him, her brow creasing.  Was he going to get philosophical?  Now?  The plane dipped again and she swallowed hard, uncrossed her arms and clenched the armrests.

      “You can only have so much control over your life; the rest is up to fate.  You can control what you eat for breakfast, what you wear, where you live.  But, you can’t control certain things, like this airplane.  Sometimes you just have to let go,” he told her in an even, calming tone.

     The speakers came on with a crack and this time the plane hushed.  “Ladies and Gentleman, this is Captain Jim again.  It looks like this storm is going to be a bit of a bear on us.  We just got off the radio with Reno and they have cleared us to land due to unstable air currents in our flight path.  I apologize for the unscheduled landing.  We will wait out the storm and should be cleared to take off again as soon as it passes.  If anyone has connecting flights in Seattle, representatives will be standing by to accommodate you.”

     Emily turned back to Aiden hoping her fear didn’t show.

     “I bet dying next to me is the last thing you ever wanted,” he said with a half smile.

     Her mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish while she focused on something past his right shoulder.   She realized she wasn’t quite sure how to answer him.

    
     What happens next?  Well, their situation suddenly becomes much more intense, and their convictions are put to the test.  

 

 

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My First Bra

     I’m not talking about my first “training bra” (who came up with that stupid term anyway?).   I’m talking about the first real bra that I bought with my own money. 

     I was maybe 11 or so, and I carried a purple purse with a unicorn on it that enclosed a purple wallet which held some red hot birthday cash.  So, it was off to the mall! My mom brought me and let me go into Dillard’s by myself (which may have been Diamonds at the time). 

     My birthday money was burning a hole in my wallet! 

     I wandered into the lingerie section of the store.  I hadn’t really been in that part of the store before and had always glanced at it whenever we had walked by in the past.  The pretty, lacey things with soft, shimmery fabric that looked as fragile as flower petals seemed so much more interesting than the kid’s clothes section we usually spent time in.  I felt excited and somewhat out of place browsing through the racks of pretty undergarments.  My underwear to date had been nothing but sturdy, practical cotton underwear that came in multi-packs from Kmart.  And, as far as I knew, that’s what my mom wore as well. 

     But, this underwear was so different.  Who would wear something so pretty, and why?  The notion that a woman would wear pretty undergarments to impress a man was far from my adolescent mind at that time.

     It was then that an older woman approached me.  She was a shopper, like me.  And, I’m going to paraphrase the conversation here…

     “Such pretty things, aren’t they?” She asked while lovingly admiring something from the rack.

     “Um, yeah."

     “You like them, don’t you?” 

     I nodded shyly.

     “I always find that I feel extra confident if I’m wearing something pretty underneath.  It’s like it’s my little secret,” she said, and smiled at me. 

     I nodded again and turned my attention to a Christian Dior bra in my size. 

     “Oh, that’s a very pretty one,” she said.  “Well, I’m going to go try these on.”  She left with a small pile of lace draped over one arm.

     I turned my attention back to the bra, and checked the price tag.  It was on sale!  It was going to take all of my birthday money to buy it (meaning I wouldn’t have enough left over to get the new Duran Duran album), but I couldn’t resist.  Confidence, she had said.  The bra was so pretty.  It was all off-white lace with light blue satin cups. 

     And…it became my first real bra.  I wore it to school under my silly purple unicorn shirts, and it gave me confidence.  It really did!  I had a pretty secret below my awkward surface. 

     My mom thought I was silly to spend all my money on a bra.  But, I didn’t care! 

     I still think about the woman who told me of her secret to confidence, especially on the days that I need a little extra…if you know what I mean. 

     Wink!