My Sexy Saturday

This week's snippet is from my novella "Borealis Ardor" which was released on February 7, 2014.  You can find it at:  https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/coming-soon/borealis-ardor-detail

     Scent.

     I pulled a strand of my hair forward and smelled it.  I couldn’t smell anything but shampoo.  But, I knew that when I smelled other people, they had specific scents.  I knew my mother’s scent, and I had been so happy to smell it.  And confused.  I knew David’s scent.   Maybe I just couldn’t smell my own.  Perhaps no one could smell their own.

     I knew the smell of my house.  I knew the smell of the ocean.  I knew the smell of chocolate chip cookies, and of horses.  Perhaps there was something to this idea of scent.  Dad was a Chemist after all.  Madison Pharmaceuticals was one of the best companies in the world, supplying vaccines to poor countries, and making breakthrough studies on leukemia treatments.

     I walked back to my bed, picked up the vial and sat down again.

     Should I?

     My life had been so whacky lately that the only thing that made sense was to go ahead and try something crazy.

     I unscrewed the top of the vial, brought it up to my nose and inhaled.  It was sweet, the scent of roses and cinnamon.  Hmm…nothing.  This is all bullshit.

 

"She had no choice but to run.  And if her life was threatened again, who would be there to protect her?"  https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/coming-soon/borealis-ardor-detail

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My Sexy Saturday

Hmmm, what would you do if this happened? 

     I don’t know how much time was passing, but what felt like minutes, I knew, were much longer. I was lost in his kisses.  And, I felt relaxed.  He kissed my face, all over, then back to my lips again, running his hands up and down my body above my clothes.

     I started to pull the bottom of his shirt up over his back but he stopped me.  He sat up so I did as well.

     “I’m different now,” he said.

Find out what happened...  you can pre-order my novella "Borealis Ardor" until February 6 at: https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/our-authors/66-our-authors/authors-p/411-kay-phoenix

 

"She had no choice but to run.  And if her life was threatened again, who would be there to protect her?"

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My Sexy Saturday

Have you ever visited a graveyard to see the stone where someone you loved was buried?  Of course, we all have.  But, what if you knew that the person wasn't dead, and that their death had been faked while they were placed in witness protection?  Would you still go even if doing so might place you in danger?

Here is a snippet from my soon to be released novella "Borealis Ardor" which will be available February 7 at  https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/our-authors/66-our-authors/authors-p/411-kay-phoenix. 


     “You shouldn’t be here, Lauren.  Leave quickly.” The voice stopped me in my tracks.  It was David’s voice, in my head.  But, I shrugged it off and walked forward until I saw the new stone and the rectangle of earth in front of it that had noticeably less pine needles than the surrounding area.

     I knelt beside it.

     “David Alan Wagner.  Beloved Son, Brother and Friend.”  The lines of the letters were etched deep and black, contrasting heavily against the light grey stone.  I gently lay the roses down and traced the letters with my finger.  There was a cross carved below the words.  I ran my hand along the entire edge of the top of the stone, feeling the rough edges in contrast to the freshly polished front and back.  I wondered how long the stone had been there.  Dad assured me he had taken care of the funeral expenses, and he must have made sure there was a rush order on the headstone.  There was a fresh bouquet of white roses lying at the base of the stone and it made me feel deeply saddened for his family, as well as for him.  As much as dad irritated the living hell out of me with his overprotective gestures, if I had to disappear forever and have him think I was dead, it would break my heart.  After we lost mom, we were all the family we had.

     I loved David with my whole heart.  Even though we had only been together for two of the six months that he was assigned to me, I knew that he was the “one”.  I just knew it.  There was no explanation.  And, I was the “one” for him as well.  But, now he was gone, and it was unlikely that I would see him again, at least not any time soon.

     I reached up to trace the “D” again and saw a strange light flash across the polished surface of the stone, which I realized with horror to be a set of headlights.

     Who would be coming to a graveyard at this hour? Besides me of course? Teenagers with a Ouija board and bottle of Strawberry Hill wine in tow, perhaps.

     I could take no chances.  I could have been followed.

 

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COVER REVEAL and "My Sexy Saturday"

 I have great news!  My novella "Borealis Ardor" will be released on February 7, 2014, with www.MuseitUppublishing.com as part of their "Four Seasons of Passion" series.  My cover designer, Suzannah Safi of www.design.suzannahsafi.com did a great job on the cover!

Here is a sexy snippet...

I had no business driving all the way from Laguna Hills, California to Arizona to see his grave in the state that I was in.  I didn’t know what was wrong with me but I was more forgetful and flighty that I’d ever been. It had only been two months since the accident, most of which I couldn’t remember.

I headed toward the grocery store’s fresh flower department, which was inundated with Valentine displays, but something on the bookstand caught my eye.  A man that looked alarmingly like David stared back at me from a book cover and I couldn’t help but walk over to it, so mesmerized that I didn’t notice the odd lady also browsing the bookstand.

 “Who really buys this crap?” the brightly dressed woman asked in an overly loud voice.  “I mean, seriously?”  She turned the cover of the book she held toward me, and staring back at me from amid hues of blacks, purples and greens, was the blue eyed, blond haired man with fangs and angel wings whose gaze had drawn me to the book stand to begin with. 

 

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