I’m on someone else’s blog today! This is a first for me so won’t you please come over and visit?
KMN Books is hosting 31 days of short tales of creepy, scary fun in celebration of this glorious month of October. Today is my turn and I’ve cooked up a story of a young adolescent boy who has a crush on his neighbor, an “older” woman who used to be his babysitter.
The Ghost is a short (very short) story. I liked it so much that I’ll be writing the longer story for NaNoWrimo this year. Let me know what you think and where you see this story going! Also, if you leave a comment on the KMN Books post, you’ll be entered into a drawing for an e-version of my erotic short story, Siren’s Opus.
Hello, Readers! It’s been forever since I’ve posted and it feels wonderful to get back into the swing of writing. September is traditionally the busiest month of the year for me. I take a huge sigh of relief when October hits. Take a breath with me. . . in. . . out.
Today’s nippet comes from a flash fiction I wrote for a Halloween Flash Fiction Bash (31 days of Halloween-themed fiction on Facebook and KMN.blogspot.com). It comes from a brainstorming session I did for the novel I’ll be writing during NaNoWriMo. But more on that later.
Mary. Mary. He watched her longingly, secretly, his eyes darting from the basketball he dribbled in his driveway, to her yard across the street. She lounged in the old hammock, reading a book. When he caught her dozing in the shaded coolness of the maple tree, he stared longer, the basketball forgotten. Mary.
Yesterday, she’d smiled and waved at him as he came home from the last day of school. She’d been sitting on the white, wrought-iron bench that had been there for as long as he could remember. He’d somehow managed to wave back, forcing down the mix of thrill and panic that had bubbled up in his chest. Just then, Mary’s green skirt had shifted in a slight breeze, billowing up to show her knees. She’d pushed the fabric down, laughing as she did, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “Isn’t that silly, Shawny?” he’d heard her say. At the sound of his nickname on her lips, his face had burst out in a grin, quickly followed by a mortified flush. He barely made it into the house, tripping as he fled the scene, as quick as a jackrabbit.
I’ve been gone for a few weeks and have missed these Sundays terribly. I’m sooooo looking forward to a Sunday of hanging out with all of my “peeps,” reading the next snippet to my favorite stories (I have a lot of catching up to do!), and reading your comments to my snippet. The comments are always very helpful to me in seeing if readers are reacting the way I intended–or if I need to go back to the editing board. Thank you so much for your feedback!
This snippet is from Swashbuckler, a contemporary romance. Continuing on from last time I posted, our H/H are about to get it on (bow chicka-bow-wow) for the second time in the relationship (it’s been awhile, FYI). We’re in Rachel’s POV.
He then shucked his underwear and Rachel’s knees almost buckled. Strange as it was, she hadn’t spent time looking at him that first night they were together. It was all hurry, hurry, with the lights mostly off. There hadn’t been time to appreciate the visuals–and whoa, she appreciated what she saw. No wonder he’d felt so good inside her. Her body wept at the memory of feeling his cock filling her so perfectly; pistoning within her. Rachel bit her lip to hold in an appreciate squeak.
“Your turn,” Rodger said. She looked up, blushing as she realized she’d been caught staring.
Thank you so much for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed this fun & sexy action between Rachel and Rodger. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated!
Also, I’ll be looking for beta readers at the end of August. I’d be forever grateful to have a few someones read Swashbuckler and give me honest feedback. Please let me know if you’re interested!
Welcome, welcome to Snippet Sunday-ers and Weekend Writing Warriors. Just one more snippet from Swashbuckler. Hope you don’t mind. It’s a complete shift from last week–an intimate, sexy moment between Rachel and Rodger. They’re in her bathroom, facing a mirror.
Rodger took a step behind Rachel and pressed his body against hers.
“Better?” he asked as his arms slipped in front of her and under her shirt. She leaned back into him as his thumbs tweaked her nipples. She moaned and closed her eyes, relaxing into the heavenly sensation.
“Open your eyes, Rachel.” She did, looking at his reflection. Eyes almost glowing with desire. Eyes that wanted her. He smiled with those eyes and lifted her shirt over her head then pulled off the useless, unclasped bra.
(Warning: I think this is a painful snippet, dealing with the fear of loss.)
Welcome, welcome to Snippet Sunday-ers and Weekend Writing Warriors. Last Swashbuckler snippet (at least for now). I have three more scenes to write before I’m finished then I’m putting it aside. . . I’m ready to start something new which I’ll be posting next next.
WHY THE ANIMALS at the bottom of the post? This snippet makes me sad. And if it makes me sad, it might make you sad. And I didn’t want you leaving my blog sad.
Continuing in the hospital, a police investigator is telling Rachel about the car accident that put her daughter, Angela, into the hospital. If you feel sad after reading this, please check out the adorable animals to help you feel better. For those of you who wanted to know what happened between Rodger and Hank, you’ll just have to read the book when it comes out–or you can always volunteer to beta read for me.
“. . . Then, as far as we can tell, both drivers lost control of their vehicles, crashing into other cars. In total, six vehicles were involved in the accident.”
Rachel’s mouth dried out as her stomach heaved. “Did anyone die?” she asked softly.
“Serious injuries, as you know,” he answered. His eyes glanced over at Angela and he cleared his throat. “But no, no one died. However, the driver of the oncoming vehicle is in critical condition and we’re not sure if she’ll make it.”
“That’s horrible.” Rachel’s eyes filled with tears at what could have been, what still could be. She grabbed Angela’s hand, needing to feel the warmth of her living body.