So, my dear 33 followers...in an attempt to streamline my life a little bit, I think it is time to say goodbye to Blogger. At least, to my personal blog. I'll still be around on Four Strong Women. That won't change. But rather than continually double post to my website blog over on WordPress and to this blog, I have decided it is time to close this blog. It just makes sense from a time-saving and practical perspective. One site to maintain, especially since this is simply a mirror to the other. If you find my posts via Goodreads, Twitter, Facebook or Amazon, that won't change. The lovely Lex Valentine of Winterheart Design has magicked my WordPress blog to post automatically to those venues, so that won't change.
At this point, I invite you all to come on over and join me on my website blog, and continue to follow my shenanigans. I'll be closing this blog at the end of August, 2012.
Thank you all for following, and thank you Blogger for making this experience a relatively painless one.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
This kiss is from one of my current WIPs, a Rainbow Alley story featuring Jacob, who had a very brief fling with Cliff in Fix This, Sir, and his new love interest, Aaron. Aaron is a skateboarder hoping to make it onto the pro circuit, but with a lot of issues from his past and his current life to overcome first.
"God. I want—" Aaron actually let out a small grunt from the effort of stopping his own words. He couldn't say it. Didn't deserve it. In the circle of his embrace, Jacob's body stiffened. Hands that looked more delicate than they actually were pressed against the small of Aaron's back.
"Want what?" Jacob asked.
You. Nothing else. Just you.
He didn't consciously move. His hands slid up Jacob's back as he leaned slightly away, holding his small, compact prize close while he moved enough to look at him. And there it was. That look. That supreme confidence that this submission to his will, to what Aaron wanted, would get him a kiss.
And again before he thought, Aaron was granting the unasked, bending, closing the space between them until hot breath poured from one mouth into the other through parted lips. So close. Aaron could count the passage of time in heartbeats, just as he could when he was in the air. All that existed was the perfection of the moment between take off and freefall. Each heartbeat was a lifetime, a blink of an eye, an eternity.
And Jacob remained perfectly still, willing, patient.
The first touch, lip to lip, wasn't a kiss. It was just a touch, a shared breath. Aaron explored the softness of the moment, tested Jacob's fragility and found only more strength to wait and accept.
More. His arms tightened, his head bent that last millimetre, and life rushed up at him in a kiss. Jacob was the parachute, the landing gear, the perfectly executed trick, Aaron's guarantee of a safe landing. Only he never wanted to come down. He wanted the soft moans he was hearing as they trickled into his mouth and the compliance, the utter and absolute acceptance that Jacob believed this gift was Aaron's due.Don't forget to join the other authors in today's Snog-fest by visiting Victoria's blog and clicking the links! Happy Snog-day!