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Category: Characters


Aubrey Abbott (Part 1)

November 14th, 2010 | Comment »

I thought it might be fun to write Reed’s friend Aubrey since I’ve written so much Reed now.  If you haven’t read Reed’s story, you can find Parts 1-9 here.

“One…two…three!  Open your eyes,” Carrie says excitedly.

I muffle a gasp as my eyes adjust to the sight of myself in the mirror.  My naturally straight blonde hair is shellacked into tiny corkscrew curls.  And my makeup.  There simply aren’t words. 

“It’s lovely,” I say, pasting on a smile.

“That means she hates it,” Reed says dryly as she sprays her own mess of curls.

“No, I didn’t say that,” I say, fingering a lock that has fallen in my face.

“You look fabulous,” Carrie says, stepping back to admire her work.  “The men are going to want to eat you alive!”

Nothing about that sounds appealing.  I attempt to remove some of the dark gray eyeshadow with a swipe of my finger.

“Stop, you’ll smear it,” Carrie says.  “Speaking of eating you alive, we have something for you!”

Carrie runs into the bedroom attached to the bathroom we’re all crowded into while Reed continues to fluff her curls.  I catch Reed’s eyes in the mirror as I attempt to tone down my curls by smoothing my hands over the top from root to tip.  She gives me a sly smile.  I know she’s loving every minute of this.

Truth is, this bachelorette party is more for Reed and Carrie than me.  I would have been happy going out for a nice dinner and drinking wine in our pajamas back at home afterwards.  But no, Reed and Carrie insisted we have an all-girls beach weekend, complete with bar crawl. 

“This,” Carrie says, holding up what appears to be a candy necklace, “should have gone on before we did your hair.  I’m afraid we’ll mash it down putting it on.  Reed, help me.”

I have no idea why a candy necklace is a part of my outfit for the night, but I have a feeling I’m not going to like the answer. Continue reading »

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 »

Taylor Mercer (Part 2)

September 20th, 2010 | Comment »

You can catch Part 1 of this character here.

As a little girl, I dreamed of my wedding day. My dress would be so big they’d have to cram it into the limo. The bridesmaids would wear pink and carry white roses. Four tiers of cake would greet my guests, complete with tiny pink roses.

Now I’m all grown up, and I hate roses. I’m not a huge fan of pink either. I’m too old for a gown that billows around me while I pretend I’m Cinderella for a day. Oh, and I’m not getting married, because the groom is gone. Continue reading »

Taylor Mercer (Part 1)

September 14th, 2010 | 3 comments »

I’ve heard you have to know yourself before anyone else can.

It’s bullshit.

I firmly believe it takes seeing yourself through another’s eyes to be self-aware.  Sometimes we’re lucky enough to find someone who knows us better than we know ourselves.  If we’re really lucky, that person loves what they find.

Call that person what you will – soul mate or maybe better half – but finding that person is how you discover yourself.  It happens every day, all over the world.  That connection is more pure, more honest, than any other in your lifetime.  But what happens when it’s severed?  When you wake up to find that person is gone? Continue reading »

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