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Purple Prose, my new erotic fantasy short released on May 7th! Check it out:
BLURB:
When
she hits the writer’s block of all writer’s blocks, Lindsey Prince thinks her
muse has abandoned her. But she opens her door one day to find a gorgeous new
one standing there, “anxious” to help her finish her current project. There’s
only
one problem…her new muse, Zahn, has been turned purple by Calliope, Chief
of
the Muses, for indulging in Purple Prose. Unfortunately, his fate rests on Lindsey
submitting a purple prose free manuscript to her editor. No pressure there.
To
make matters worse, Zahn apparently has a powerful and cranky ex-girlfriend
who
isn’t all that thrilled by the growing attraction between Lindsey and Zahn. She’ll
do anything to stop Lindsey from submitting that manuscript. Anything. Based on
the extremely heated “research”
she and Zahn have been indulging in, Lindsey knows
her sexy IR story will
sizzle. She only needs to live through the process of writing it.
No
easy task, that.
EXCERPT:
Zahn
lay in the middle of the biggest bed I’d ever seen. It was covered by a gold
silk comforter that looked to be about eight inches thick. He leaned against a
headboard that reached almost to the ceiling and was padded in the same gold
silk. He was wearing only a pair of black boxers and they shimmered in the soft
silver light cast by a matching pair of crystal lamps on either side of the
huge bed.
I
stepped into the room and looked down as my feet sank into the deep, soft pile
of an exquisite carpet in a deep cappuccino color. The walls were filled with
paintings of nudes, in various suggestive poses, and the window was draped in
shimmering gold fabric. In the far corner, perched on an oversized tree in a
pot, Mike dozed with his head tucked under one wing.
“Wow.”
Zahn
smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. I needed to move a few of your things.”
I
frowned. “Where’d you put all the boxes?”
He
shrugged. “Around. Is there something wrong? You look worried.”
I
bit my lip again, unsure how to begin. Zahn patted the bed next to him. “Sorry,
I didn’t think to add a chair, I usually just lie on the bed when I’m in here.”
I
licked my lips, unable to stop the lustful thoughts flying through my mind.
“That’s okay, I’ll stand.”
It
was his turn to frown. “Whatever it is, Lindsey, just spit it out. You’ll feel
better.”
Clearing
my throat I opened my mouth, forcing the words out through a suddenly clenched
throat. “It’s just that…well…I don’t think I can help you.” When he frowned I
rushed ahead with my excuses. “I can’t even help myself. I don’t want to be responsible
for you being purple the rest of your life. It’s just too much pressure. I’m
having enough trouble as it is…” My words trailed off as Zahn levered himself
off the bed and started toward me.
My
heart stuttered at his size and incredible beauty.
He
had to be at least six foot four. His skin, looking black instead of purple in
the silver light, shimmered like polished ebony and I knew if I touched it it
would be warm and smooth like the most expensive silk. His legs were long,
straight, and just muscular enough to be all man, but not in the least bulky.
His hips were narrow and his chest broad, with well defined pecs. He was
perfection in the male form. As he approached, his pretty almond eyes watched
me with the intensity of a jungle cat on the prowl and his big hands lifted
toward me.
I
flinched away, terrified by the feelings he’d conjured up in me just by walking
across the room.
Zahn
put his hands on my shoulders and ran them down my arms, grabbing my hands. “I
know you’re scared, and a little confused by all this, Lindsey. But I’m here
because you need me. Not the other way around. I’m purple because of what I did. My actions. You have absolutely no
responsibility for my problem.”
As
he spoke his skin warmed noticeably and something soothing slid from him to me
through our clasped hands. I shivered under the pleasurable assault and felt
myself calming.
Zahn
leaned close, tilting his head toward me with a soft smile. “Does that help?”
His breath danced softly across my face and I found my lips opening to suck it
in. My tongue came out and slid over my lips as if to taste him.
Feeling
slightly dazed, I started to nod but caught myself and shook my head. “No. I
just don’t want your help right now. I didn’t ask for a Muse and I don’t need
one.” I jerked my hands from his and stepped back. Not liking the effect he had
on me when he stood so close.
He
shook his head. “I’m sorry, Lindsey. It’s out of your hands. I’ve been
conscripted by the gods to be here. It’s fated. You have no control over the
Fates.
Now
I was pissed. I glared at him, crossing my arms under my breasts. “I do too
have control. It’s my life. I’ll decide who I let into it. Not the Fates, or
the damn gods.”
Zahn
just stood there, staring at me, his handsome face unreadable. Then suddenly I
was in his arms and his lips were on mine. The air that had been in my lungs
rushed out of my body and my knees buckled. I felt my anger leeching away with
my breath. I gasped under the incredible effects of his kiss and pulled Zahn’s
breath in to replace my own. It was like the sweetest nectar on my lips. It
warmed and soothed me, while at the same time bringing on a rush of
unbelievable power.
His
hands slid up my back, over my shoulders, and tangled in my hair, pulling me
more deeply into his hungry kiss. I pressed myself full length against him,
feeling the hard length of his desire against my belly. Moaning softly, I
allowed my tongue to be drawn into a gentle war with his, savoring the sweet,
spicy taste of him, like the finest wine.
He
released me with a final swipe of his tongue across my parted lips and I
sighed, my eyes still closed and my chin lifted toward him. When he let go I
swayed slightly on my feet.
“I
make this promise to you Lindsey Prince. Together, you and I will write the
best damn IR romance that’s ever been written.”
I
nodded, suddenly believing him.
“Good
night, Lindsey. Sweet dreams.”
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