Holy crow! So, it’s been a while… like, 2 1/2 months. I’m sorry, holidays, my job, and carpal tunnel release surgery (on my right wrist this time) have caused much distraction (and the inability to write/type in the case of the surgery). During that time I managed to write a short story and start another novel.
And that’s what this post is about… me starting new projects without finishing the old ones. I can’t count the amount of word files I have with beginnings of stories or random dialogue for an idea that I lost interest in. I have a problem finishing things (and a head FULL of ideas). I plan to finish my vampire novel and the rest of the trilogy but I got assaulted by a short story… no big deal, jotted it out quickly and moved on… then this dragon thing conked me over the head. I wanted to ignore it and try to go back to my vampires but I was afraid that I’d lose something amazing if I didn’t get some of it down. Sooooooo, I wrote a chapter and a half on it and I’ve been stuck thinking about the details since.
For me, that seems to be the nature of the beast. I have lots and lots of ideas sloshing around in my head… distracting and interrupting… most of which refuse to cooperate with being completed. What does this mean for you, my (seriously, like only 3) readers? At the moment it means that you get a snippet from the short story I wrote (one of you has already read it in its entirety…). Remember, as with all of the snippets I post here, it’s still in its roughest form, probably full of typos and such. Also, a word of caution before you read, it’s paranormal erotica… so expect graphic content. Unfortunately I didn’t post any of the truly good bits. Something, something “Shiver with antici……………….”
A soft splash jerked her attention back to the man in the water. His nude form was fully revealed and he had taken a step toward her. Light shimmered off his pale skin and dark hair giving him a green shine and his large eyes were like a mirror. Bianca’s gaze drifted down his body, seemingly of its own accord, taking in his well defined chest and abdomen. He took another step and something bounced into her line of sight. Something she knew as obscene but felt compelled stare at. His member (though she had never seen a human member she was certain that’s what it was) jutted out from his groin, thick and proud… and large. Bianca gasped and tried to scuttle away from the water but her hand and feet couldn’t find purchase on the slick fabric beneath her.
The man bent over and crawled onto shore, his movements smooth and muscles rippling. His gaze captured hers and she froze again, fear fading behind a strange heat at her core. He slid slowly up her body, cool, slick flesh gliding smoothly against her own but catching the material of her chemise, dragging it upward as he went. By the time he was eye to eye with her the flimsy shift had risen all the way up over her hips, leaving her sex bared beneath him. A confused moan bubbled up out of her as he pressed his groin against her, his legs easing hers open. He pressed himself harder against her, not entering but sliding just out of bounds, and she felt his left hand slide up her ribcage. She gasped and her hips rose involuntarily against him. His mouth found hers in the same moment his hand found her breast and his thumb grazed the peak of her nipple. She writhed beneath him, lost in the intoxicating sensations his body was forcing on her. He deepened the kiss and soon she was on fire, his hand at her breast and his sex against her stoking the flames.