Monday, July 30, 2012

Island Surprise - Continues

Welcome to this weeks excerpt from Island Surprise, one of my works in progress, created for Tuesday Tales. Thanks for stopping by and leave comment if you'd like. Writing Prompt - blue. 

Morning sun streamed in thru the glass terrace door, and the fierce Maui waves crashed against the shore waking Claire up. She was in a strange room and had to catch her bearings. She turned her head to the right, and saw the strong arm slung around her waist, her eyes followed the arm and was treated by the sight of the bare brawly chest of Sam Stewart asleep next to her.

Wow, he was sex personified.

He was lying on his side facing her with one leg over hers, in need of a shave. His yummy torso with its neatly trimmed hair begged to be fondled by her hand, and followed with soft kisses. Wait a minute, isn’t that what she did last night? Even if she did, looking at him now she longed to do it again. Oh no. It all came back to her in flash. She remembered throwing caution to the wind when somehow the king sized bed must’ve shrink to a twin because she was so close to Sam her skin was warmed by his body heat next to her. As she recalled, he reached out and touched her, and they both lost it and had to have each other. It felt so good to be in his arms again. Her body cried out for him, and he answered every which way he could. It was beautiful. So good it scared her. Instead of enjoying the present, her mind drifted to the past she didn’t want to revisit.

She was sitting up in bed staring out the terrace door. Claire watched as the blue ocean waves rushed in to kiss the beach while her memories drifted off.

Sam woke as if nudged by her thoughts. He smiled and reached out and laid his hand on her back. “Good morning.”
She flinched a bit at his touch, not aware that he was awake. When she faced him, her forehead was creased in worry mode. “Hi,” she said faintly.

 “What’s wrong? You should be here beside me cuddling. Wasn’t last night great?” He raised himself up on his elbows.

He’s right, she thought. She should be cuddling.

“Of course it was great last night. I know this is crazy, but I just couldn’t help but remember the last time I felt this close to someone. Jeff.”

He sprung up at the mention of her old fiancĂ©’s name and sat next to her. He nodded for her to go on, listening intently.

“Well you know the story, soon after we became engaged he had a terrible car accident was taken away from me. It’s been a few years, and even though I know I shouldn’t feel guilty, sometimes I still do.”

“I know, you’ve been through so much, Claire. But please don’t feel guilty for what we did or for how we feel about each other. You deserve happiness, and I want to be the one to share it with you.” He put his arm around 
her shoulders.
She looked into his brown eyes, flicks of hazel glistening and unblinking staring back at her with intensity. She took a deep breath and ingested what he said. She desired this man, and believed what he said. Claire felt her shoulders loosen up as the grief and guilt she carried for Jeff began to slowly dissolve.

As writer, she wrote about feelings all the time, but for her it was easier to write about them being felt by other people than to actual feel them for herself. She looked at Sam and knew she was ready to experience her feelings again. Especially if it meant having another night like last night. She didn’t want to hold anything back from him. Since they had a professional relationship, a friendship and now a budding romance she trusted him, and knew that he wouldn’t let her down.

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Monday, July 23, 2012

Island Surprise

Welcome to this week's installment of Island Surprise. This week Tuesday Tales writing prompt is dawn.

            After an hour of talking about the book they wrote together and doing a sequel, Claire finally looked at her cell phone for the time. “Wow, it’s almost 2 AM. I’m going to bed before we see the dawn rising up. Although that would be a beautiful sight here.  I didn’t realize how late it is.”
            She stood up and pushed her chair back by the table. Sam followed her and closed the terrace door as he came into the suite.
            Claire started to unbutton her blouse and looked over her shoulder at Sam, who was trying not to be obvious while sneaking a peek at her. She reached down on the bed and picked up the nightshirt the hotel staff provided per Lacy’s request. It was a large white cotton tee shirt featuring the hotel’s name and logo.
They also provided a pair of grey cotton boxers for Sam. He picked them up. “Not bad. They really thought of everything, huh.”
            “Yes, it was very thoughtful of Lacy, so we wouldn’t have to sleep in our clothes.” Claire was on her way to the bathroom to change.
            “Or in the buff. Which might not be such a bad thing.” Sam said the second line in a lower voice thinking Claire wouldn’t hear it.”
            “Oh, I heard that, Sam,” She yelled from the bathroom. “Wouldn’t be such a bad thing. That remains to be seen.” She giggled.
            “Yeah well you can’t blame a guy for trying.” Sam took off his clothes. He was putting them over a chair when he heard her come out of bathroom, and saw her in dresser mirror he was facing. Wow. He had never seen Claire with so little on before. She was completely gorgeous. She walked into the room, clean faced, no make-up, hair pulled back in a headband, wearing just the white tee-shirt. The shirt hit her thigh high, and as Sam felt revealed the best part of her long legs. The shirt was large, but he could see her shape underneath. He could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and see her breast swaying naturally beneath the cotton. He even saw the faint outline of her dark areoles showing through the shirt, and felt his boxers tenting in appreciation. He angled himself to the side, to hide his reaction. He didn’t want to scare her off by revealing his obvious arousal.
He knew that Claire was attracted to him, but he also knew he had to move slowly with her. She had said in the past that she really enjoyed working with him and wanted to keep their relationship on a professional level, although there’s no doubt that a friendship had formed. Well he wasn’t about to blow it all now by displaying the expanding bulge in his pants she elicited from him.
            Claire walked over to the dresser and put her clothes in the top drawer. “Have you given any thought to the sleeping arrangements?”
            A picture of her on top of him grinding into him popped into his head, causing his tent to rise a bit more at his own suggestion. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He walked toward the closet away from her, to see if there was an extra blanket in it.
            “Don’t be silly. This is a king size bed. There’s plenty of room for the both us. It’s so big it’s almost like having your own bed.” She turned off the table lamp and got into the bed nearest the terrace door.

Sam was so relieved she turned the light off. “Are you sure? I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.” He wanted to be on the bed to be nearer to her, but knew very well he wouldn’t get much sleep if he couldn’t have her the way he wanted to. And if he did wind up on the couch, he knew he probably wouldn’t get much sleep there because it didn’t look comfortable.
“Sam, the couch is really a love seat, not a full size couch. You can’t sleep on that, it’ll kill you. Just get in the bed, please.”
Sam pulled his side of the covers back and smoothly got in, careful not to reveal the package he was guarding from her. “Okay, if you say so.”
He lay down and his erection stood straight up. He turned on his side to hide it.
Claire pushed the sheet off her, revealing her bare arms.  “See that’s better. We both need our sleep. And besides, this bed is so big, it’s like we’re not even in the same bed.”
Yeah right.
Sam took a deep breath and detected a hint of her lavender perfume that was wearing off from the day. He couldn’t help himself. His mind drifted. He longed to bury his face in her neck and breathe it in. Instead he made due with taking deep breathes as the spicy aroma engulfed him.
After awhile he realized this wasn’t working for him, her signature scent was stimulating him more and keeping him awake. He tried counting backwards from 100. Maybe that would work to level off his arousal so he could get some sleep. Just lying there thinking about her cologne or the fact that he could simply reach out and touch her body was enough to keep him hard all night. And frustrated…95, 94, 93.

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Monday, July 9, 2012

Island Surprise Continues

Thanks for stopping by. This week's Tuesday Tales writing prompt is ocean.

              The five of them walked out of the elevator and onto the fifth floor of the hotel. When they reached room 511, Lacy turned to Sam and Claire, and handed Sam the card key. “Here’s your room.”

             Claire winced inside and wished she could hit a rewind button and end the evening earlier. Whose idea was it to go for a stroll on the beach then to a night club for drinks? A combination of Dan who suggested the walk, and Sam who suggested the drinks.  Sam played the part as her boyfriend well all evening, holding her hand, and dancing with her at the club. And then it got too late to fly back to their island, so Lacy arranged rooms for them at the hotel. One of the perks of hotel ownership, she laughed.

 “And your room’s next door,” she gave a card key to Nancy. “We’re right across the hall. If you need anything, just call the desk and they’ll take care of you.”

Nancy and Claire exchange looks while Lacy handed Nancy a card key.

Sam caught Claire and Nancy’s silent exchange, and then Sam noticed Dan watching them from behind.

“Is anything wrong?”
Claire looked up at Dan. “Oh no, nothing’s wrong. I have no problem staying here tonight. But we do have to get back in the morning for the conference.”

“What time do you need to get back there, so I can make arrangements with the pilot to have plane ready?”
“I think, 10 o’clock would be fine,” said Claire. “Is that all right with you guys?” She looked at Sam and Nancy for confirmation. They nodded their approval back.
 “Okay. I’ll let the pilot know. We’ll meet you at the hotel restaurant for breakfast at 8. That should give us enough time to eat and fly,” said Dan.
            The “good nights” and “thank-yous” were exchanged as Dan and Lacy watched their guests go to their respective rooms. When Sam closed the door behind him, he stood at the door and listened till he heard the couple’s door across the hall close.
            They walked into the room together. It was a very nice room, with a king size bed staring them in the face.
            Nancy walked further into the room, past the bed and saw that they had a balcony facing the ocean. She opened the glass door and a sharp breeze swept in, blowing the sheer drapes. Sam came and stood behind her. She felt his body heat surround her although he hadn’t laid a hand on her, yet. Need to stop thinking like that girl. This is not the time to get your grove on. Her twin angel on her other shoulder said in her mind, If not now than when? Claire smiled at the inner battle going on inside her. She thought, he hasn’t even touched me and I’m already freaking out. If he could hear this dialogue in my head he’d laugh, and then maybe insist on putting it in a book. She lost it and laughed aloud.

Sam looked down at her and touched her shoulder. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking of the turn of events that brought us here. This is crazy.” She stopped laughing.

“It’s crazy, but also very convenient. I’ve been trying to get some alone time with you, and good old Lacy hands us the keys to our room.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear.  “And it’s a very nice room.” He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. “Why don’t we sit outside for a while before turning in?”
Sam released her and then moved the two chairs together facing the ocean view. They sat in the two patio chairs.  Sam thought about telling Claire what Jerry told him on the phone about a woman’s body being
found on the small island. But then he looked at Claire. As she looked out at the ocean waves, her shoulders had finally dropped a bit and her expression soften. She had finally relaxed. The sound of the surf had calmed her down, and he didn’t want to upset her again. He decided to tell her tomorrow. Maybe then he’d learn more about the victim. For now he was just happy to be with quietly alone with Claire while they listened to waves rushing in.

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Monday, July 2, 2012

Island Surprise continues

Thanks for stopping by. This week's writing prompt is money. I have good news, the story I featured on my blog, Love & the Economy will be published by Secret Cravings Publishing, September 2012. I'll keep you posted.

At dinner Dan strategically positioned himself next to Lacy, but across from Nancy, so he could keep an eye on her. He appeared calm, but inside racked his brain about that morning on the little island. He wasn’t sure who he saw in the row boat leaving the island that day, but was a Nancy Wells pen that he picked up the beach. He was too far away and the sun was very strong in his eyes. He usually wore contacts but didn’t have time to put them in that morning. He was in rush and had even forgotten his prescription sun glasses, which he would wear if not wearing his contacts. In fact he hadn’t seen his glasses in a while. He made a mental note to check around the suite for them.

Dan thought about when he meet Nancy at the book fair. It was the first time he’d been to one and he was surprised to a box of pens at table Nancy was signing at. He noticed that she and all the other authors freely gave away pens, bookmarks and other favors to the buyers. Then it dawned on him. It doesn’t have to be her pen, just because her name is on it. Anyone could have one of her pens. He could’ve kicked himself. Dan slowly shook his head in disbelief, and then took a sip of his martini. Why didn’t he realize this before? Well with all the commotion his mind was focused on dealing with what he had to do instead of trying to track down someone who may have seen something he didn’t want to explain. After all accidents happened, but not on your honeymoon. Now he was entertaining a couple few strangers he ordinarily wouldn’t have meet.

            Lacy noticed Dan’s demeanor change. She watched him set his glass down. “Is everything okay, dear?” She touched his arm gently.

            Dan pushed his thoughts aside and rejoined the table. “Yes, everything’s fine. I was just trying to remember where I left my sunglasses. I get the feeling that I lost them.”

            “Oh, don’t worry about that now. They’re probably back at the room. We’ll find them, and if you don’t it’s not like we don’t have the money for another pair.” She smiled at him and blew him a kiss and continued her conversation with Nancy.
                        Sam overheard the exchange between the couple and watched as Dan picked at his olive with the cocktail pick. “You lose something?”

            “Just my sunglasses. They’re prescription lenses, so I like to know where they are.”
            “Oh yeah, I know what you mean. They’ll turn up.”
            “Where do you guys live?” Asked Dan, changing the subject.
            “New York City.”
            “Oh, so are we. We’re right on 78th street near Fifth Avenue. “
            “Nice, I’m downtown in Tribeca. You’re right at Central Park. One of our favorite places is the Ramble; you’re not far from there.”
            “I jog through there. I love the Park and know it well.”

            “You’re lucky to live so close,” Sam said as he felt his cell phone vibrate in his jacket pocket. He took his phone out. “Excuse me, I have to take this call.” He got up and walked towards the men’s room. He locked himself in a stale, but stood facing the door so he could see if the door opened. He redialed the number that just called him.
His old friend Jerry Mason, of the Detective’s Squad at the 14th Precinct answered his phone. “Hey Sam, thanks for calling me back.” Jerry and Sam were college buddies. Years ago Sam thought he would be a lawyer and even majored in criminal justice, but once he took a creative writing class his future began to change. Jerry was Sam’s sounding board for many of his crime thrillers, advising him on the nuances of police procedures, making sure his fiction sounded convincing.

            “Do you have anything on this guy?”         
            “No Daniel Roberts is clean. He just married a very wealthy woman. His wife’s father is J.D. Hunter, a huge real estate developer in Hawaii.
            “I know. I just rode on Daddy’s private plane.”
            “You did. Well, you must be having a great time, while the rest of are busy working double shifts.”
            “I’ll make it up to you later. I’ll treat you to a rib dinner.”
            “I checked with Hawaiian officials, and they just found a woman’s body on the Island you mentioned to me early this morning. You didn’t see it on the news there?”
            “Jerry, I’m at a writer’s conference, and now I’m trying to keep an eye on Claire and her friend. I haven’t seen a TV or newspaper since I arrived.”
            “Well, they might be trying to keep this one quite for a while till they identify her, and try to get a handle on what happened. Her body was found on the small island, in a cave. Some hikers found her.”
            “Maybe Claire was right, Maybe this guy is involved in this. She thought he killed his wife, but she’s alive and well. Please do me a favor Jerry and see if you can find out if there’s any connection between Dan and the woman”
              “Of course Sam.”
            The bathroom door opened and Sam could see the man through the crack in stall door. It was another patron, but he didn’t want anyone over hearing his conversation.
            “Jerry, I got to go. Thanks a lot for your help.”
            “Okay, Sam. I’ll be in touch if I have anything new to report. Bye”
            “Okay, bye, buddy.” Sam tapped End Call and slipped his phone back in his jacket pocket. He flushed the toilet, and washed his hands then headed back to the table.

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