Dear wickedly awesome readers,
Who would I be if I didn’t mess up the pre-order for Hart of Hers at least a tiny bit, eh?
Prompted by: Ember-Raine Winters
The crazy author confesses: I went back and deleted the last line from last week so this week would make more sense but anyhoo…
“There’s something you need to know.”
“Your name?” I tease.
“No,” his lips graze my neck, “something else.”
Prompted by: Sandra Portillo
The crazy author says: No idea where I’m going with this but we’re going, going, gone…
As the low hum of his invite lulls me further into submission, I struggle to stay afloat, desperate to keep my head above water. Before I get sucked under and drown, I need him to, “Tell me your name first.”
“Tech,” he answers and squeezes me tighter, making my ribs creak. “Yours?”
I resist the urge to gasp for air.
His thumb presses against my mouth and tugs downward, parting my lips. The simple action sets each cell on fire, strips every nerve completely raw, extracting a moan from my throat. I can’t stop it. I don’t even try. The anticipation is unbearable. I know he’s about to kiss me…
Last night I dreamt this:
Then woke up to see this:
And was suddenly like this:
Before everything went dark:
And I experienced pain:
Now I’m like this:
Because I realize you see this:
But she’s really more like this:
The days are grueling.
The nights are torture.
Yet, I will never leave.
I love my Mistress.
I know she feels the same.
And only wants the best for me.
Prompted by: Murlene Crowley
The crazy author says: Perhaps my edge has returned a bit. Still much, muuuch duller than Slim & Izzy though…
I battle my way through the sea of sticky, sweaty bodies and locate a free piece of real estate on the disgusting dance floor before I turn around and realize I lost him.
Cringing, I’m about to make my way back toward the bar when my legs are suddenly taken out from under me.