As for me specifically, well, I’m a daughter, sister, friend, wife, and mother. As each role ebbs and flows in my life, the one that remains consistent is that of a writer. I’ve created stories since I was young girl, but never felt my voice worthy of written expression until I felt I had enough life experience and courage to venture into the challenging adventure known as an author’s life. In my opinion, storytelling is the original art form. My life-long dream has been to weave worlds, visit the fantastic and pursue the impossible through the wonderful magic of words. When all else fails a well-crafted story soothes me, lifts me, and takes me away from the mundane to the unlimited potential of the imagination. Care to join me?
EXCERPT
An intensity of light forced Brie awake. Her head throbbed. It tended to happen when the whiskey flowed free, the toasting robust. She pulled a pillow over her to block out the enemy.
“Uh-uh, love.” Usually, Shade’s lightly accented baritone was enough to send instant desire through her. Right now, she wanted to slap duct tape over his mouth.
She tried to recall where she put her service weapon. “I’m armed.”
“Not at the moment,” he leaned over, bit down on her exposed outer thigh.
Brie gasped and pushed forward, smacking her head into her upholstered headboard. Somehow, the bump didn’t have the same erotic effect on her as it did last night. Collapsing, she groaned.
“You have to get up,” Shade admonished.
“I don’t recall saying anything about having to…,” her voice trailed away. The pounding increased and had the nerve to travel throughout her body.
“You promised Sam you’d be there by noon.”
Tactical training day. She groaned again. He’s gonna kick my ass.
“I think I said it was voluntary.” Brie sat up. If she balanced the pillow on her face and head just right, it muffled her hearing and prevented the evil sun’s rays from stabbing her in the eyes.
Her lover removed it. “Much better,” he smiled and kissed her nose.
Brie’s eyes watered and she blinked her way into consciousness. An attempt to stand was easy enough, until her brain rapped on her skull. Walking in a circle seemed to help as long she didn’t think. Shade’s warm hands guided her into the limestone-tiled shower where hot, steamy water beckoned to her. Before she entered, he gave her a handful of pills and a vile looking concoction in a crystal tumbler.
“What are these?” Brie shook her hand, tossing three large pills, each a different color, in her palm.
“B-12 among other vitamins. A green smoothie. Don’t worry about the taste. It doesn’t last long.”
Although she had been a smoker, Brie hadn’t taken a drag from a cigarette in over a year. Therefore, her sense of smell was acute. She caught the scent of fresh mown lawn. Perplexed, she sniffed again. Her senses didn’t lie, it smelled like cut grass after a rain. Shade may have discovered the power of green, she, however, wasn’t a fan. When the liquid hay hit her tongue, combined with the gulp of vitamins, she knew what a horse’s breakfast tasted like.
Brie groaned. Swallowing hard, she forced the mix past her natural inclination to heave it into the toilet. Rinsing her mouth once the pills and smoothie were safely in her stomach, she gasped. “You could have provided me with a chaser.”
Shade laughed as Brie joined him in the shower. He dunked her under the large
showerhead and soaped the length of her platinum hair. “Like what?”
“Bacon, pancakes, maple syrup, orange juice…” Brie sputtered.
She groaned in pleasure as he cleansed her scalp, finding the pressure points to force her muscles to relax. “I will give you ten minutes to stop that.”
“It’s eleven…if I make you late Sam will have no problem taking it out on me.”
Laughing, she turned to wash Shade. “You sound a little scared.”
“I don’t think he’s forgotten the night I showed up at the safe house.”
Cocking an eyebrow, she pursed her lips. “Yeah, good point. He’s just forgiven me. Still though, he likes you.”
“Must be my innate charm,” he smiled as they both rinsed, shut do“You promised Sam you’d be there by noon.”
Tactical training day. She groaned again. He’s gonna kick my ass.
“I think I said it was voluntary.” Brie sat up. If she balanced the pillow on her face and head just right, it muffled her hearing and prevented the evil sun’s rays from stabbing her in the eyes.
Her lover removed it. “Much better,” he smiled and kissed her nose.
Brie’s eyes watered and she blinked her way into consciousness. An attempt to stand was easy enough, until her brain rapped on her skull. Walking in a circle seemed to help as long she didn’t think. Shade’s warm hands guided her into the limestone-tiled shower where hot, steamy water beckoned to her. Before she entered, he gave her a handful of pills and a vile looking concoction in a crystal tumbler.
“What are these?” Brie shook her hand, tossing three large pills, each a different color, in her palm.
“B-12 among other vitamins. A green smoothie. Don’t worry about the taste. It doesn’t last long.”
Although she had been a smoker, Brie hadn’t taken a drag from a cigarette in over a year. Therefore, her sense of smell was acute. She caught the scent of fresh mown lawn. Perplexed, she sniffed again. Her senses didn’t lie, it smelled like cut grass after a rain. Shade may have discovered the power of green, she, however, wasn’t a fan. When the liquid hay hit her tongue, combined with the gulp of vitamins, she knew what a horse’s breakfast tasted like.
Brie groaned. Swallowing hard, she forced the mix past her natural inclination to heave it into the toilet. Rinsing her mouth once the pills and smoothie were safely in her stomach, she gasped. “You could have provided me with a chaser.”
Shade laughed as Brie joined him in the shower. He dunked her under the large wn the water and towel dried one another.
Brie stepped out of the bathroom and rummaged through a drawer. Retrieving her cell phone, she called Sam and advised him she was running late.
“You’ll make it up on the course, Rook, believe me.”
It wasn’t what he said as much as the maniacal laughter she heard before she disconnected the call that worried her. When her father put her through a routine, she had a basic idea of what to expect. Different animal altogether when she trained with other officers under the auspices of Sergeant, Sam Wells. She never knew what would happen. Then again, a cop had to prepare for any potential, so she braced herself for the day ahead.
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