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Unedited Excerpt from KILLER DOLLS She finally raised her head, flushed with what she could only imagine was a brilliant blush, she now making first eye contact. Why? He was an attractive man, the remember-to-breathe sort of attractive, with penetrating eyes and a charm-saturated smile. Every grooming detail meticulously accounted for earlier. He wore a Nat Nast beneath a vintage leather jacket and jeans that looked like something out of a GQ ad, perfect fit, perfect stance, perfect... everything. Her mind hung on the ideal of everything. The last thought reminded her she wasn't thinking about jeans but about the man in them. Confronted by such a man often embarrassed her, turning her shy, and with confidence elusive she oft times stuttered. Fumbling with her out-of-style eyeglasses she found her composure and responded, “Twenty-two fifty. Wow. That is pricy.”
“It is, but would be worth it if you smiled." He flashed a smile that nurtured as it tenderly comforted, and raised an eyebrow calling for that smile.
Though, completely taken off guard, she felt a flick of panic rush beneath her skin. Easy girl. You can do this, she told herself silently. So what if this man piqued the urge to drool and bat a few lashes, then she remembered her eyelashes were on her nightstand. He was just a man; gorgeous to the square of infinity but still a man. She knew many handsome men. She thought of Jack the handyman at her complex who had muscles that could barely fit through the door and Carlos, owner of a local pizzeria, with his all-white-dazzle smiles and compliments. But neither were the handsome that attracted Letti, neither had the voice that made her feel music, or looked at her as if she had a soul. Somehow, in this instantaneous moment of glance-to-glance, she found that this stranger did. He coupled her sensibility right to her passion and bridged that through his eyes retracting her soul into the protective hug of his. He was a man. All she was able to do was feign an awkward grin as she twittered in place. |
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Excerpt from STAG NATION: A VEXED HEART It didn't take Arcen long to find the owner of that scream, but laughter followed the second explosion of sound. Before him a fillie with a rippling mass of auburn curls and eyes that could haunt a man's dreams submerged herself below the stream's water. He knew that stream well; fed by an underground river, it rivaled ice cap cold. Astride his caribou, A'kin grinned, slowed his brush-tailed mount, taking slow steps toward the glistening water hole. She rose, dripping from the water, laughter bubbling out of her with wanton delight. The rest of her face was as lovely as her eyes, lips that encouraged ravishment, cheeks bright and flushed, a jaw firm enough to be noticed yet soft, feminine, a beauty bathed in morning's blush and glistening with water. His eyes were riveted upon her. Noticing him, she paused, uncertain easing through the water, toward her garments that littered a lilt-bud bush. Being in chain mail alone, he could make out each curvaceous bit of her. She seemed unconscious of her half-naked state as if he did not cause her shame with his almost ogle-like stares. If anything, she seemed to find pleasure in being so awed. Bodi up-jerked his head then reared as if showing off for A'kin.
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He looked at A'kin. "Love is an epic thunder bolt."
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