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Reed Callaway (Part 9)

October 30th, 2010 | 1 comment »

I’m practicing writing something a little “steamy” for a contest.  I decided Reed was an easy target for the scene.   

If you need to get caught up, here are the links for Parts 1-7: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, and Part 8.

“Nice view –”

Before I can finish my sentence he has one hand behind my head and the other on the small of my back.  His mouth crushes against mine, needy with traces of the tequila we were shooting earlier.

I stumble back against the stucco exterior of the high-rise.  I only had a moment to take in the Atlantic Ocean sprawled in front of the building before he had me up against the wall.

A voice in my head tells me to pull away, but I tell it to shut up.  It’s been months since a man has touched me like this, and I’m kind of enjoying the sensation of his tongue plunging inside my mouth. 

I let out a groan as he tugs on my long hair, pulling himself closer against me, if that’s possible.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, no trace of genuine concern in his voice.

“No,” I say, not recognizing my own voice, low and guttural.

Now I find it’s me putting a hand behind his head and pulling him closer.

It’s only seconds before his hand is under my shirt, making small circles on my back.  It’s nearly a hundred degrees out but the goose bumps appear on my skin anyway. Continue reading »

Reed Callaway (Part 8)

October 17th, 2010 | 1 comment »

 If you need to get caught up, here are the links for Parts 1-7: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, and Part 7. 

I’ve been here under ten minutes and have already downed two glasses of champagne.  Have you seen the size of a champagne flute?  And then they don’t even fill it to the top. 

All around me, women adorned in chic cocktail attire share stories of their recent honeymoon or affectionately pat pregnant stomachs.  

I have died and gone to hell, otherwise known as an engagement party.  Continue reading »

Back to Me – Chapter 1

October 16th, 2010 | Comment »

I’m done with my manuscript for BACK TO ME, which I’ve written about on here.  I recently entered my first 250 words in a contest, so I wanted to share the entire first chapter here for those who were curious what happens next.   

Kate Dalton’s heart raced as she replayed the voicemail, listening for clues hidden somewhere in the deep, Southern tones of Jake Bailey’s voice.  She missed most of what he said the first time. She was too busy celebrating that Jake had finally come to his senses and realized he couldn’t live without her.

“Hey Kate, it’s Jake.  There’s something I really need to tell you before you hear it from someone else.  Give me a call…please.”  He was almost pleading at the end.

Her heart sank.  Jake was getting married, she was sure of it.

How could he be getting married?  A year ago, when they rekindled the relationship they’d had in college, she thought they were finally getting their happily ever after.  It had only been six months since they’d broken up.  How could he have met someone so fast?  He was supposed to come back to her, just like he always had.

Surely Abby would have mentioned if she knew he was dating someone.  Whenever they broke up, which had been more frequent than she would have liked over the years, they joked that they shared custody of Abby.  They both knew Abby’s true loyalty lie with Kate, however.

Her stomach churned with an odd mixture of excitement and terror as she dialed his number and braced herself for news of his impending nuptials. 

“Hey,” he said in an even tone she couldn’t read.

“Hey there, how are you?” she asked, hoping her voice didn’t shake. 

“Are you sitting down?” he asked in a tone that seemed a little too serious to be about wedding bells. 

“Well, I’m driving.  So, yes.  What’s up?”  Come on.  It’s like a Band-Aid, just rip it off and get it over with already.

“I know you said not to call, but this isn’t about us.  I need to tell you something.”  There was a pause before he continued, “After all these years, you deserve to hear it from me.”

His tone was so sincere.  He had something he needed to tell her.  She’d always been his confidant.  Maybe it had nothing to do with marriage.  After all, they’d only been apart for a matter of months.

Her heart fluttered, and she silently reminded herself not to get too excited just yet.

 “Okay…” she said tentatively, waiting for him to go on.

“I don’t know how to say this…” 

Oh, just get it over with, she pleaded with her mind.  Continue reading »

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