It’s been too long since I’ve posted here. So I’m adding a little flash fiction to the end of this post.
I should finish my newsletter in a day or two. I’m doing fairly well on Making Magic as well as getting some work done on my other WIP and am also working on revisions for Lisia’s Journey. With any luck and some hard work, I should be finishing that in the next few days. This scene is giving me some very interesting ideas for a book. I call it the Hunter. Click the link or the post title to read it. I’m stil working on getting this widget to work right. Here’s the flash.
A low rumbling growl floated through the night air seeming to reverberate off the walls of the buildings near the edge of the small border town. Nina threw a glance over her shoulder, half afraid of what she’d see. The flickering yellow light of the street lamp didn’t reveal the predator on her trail.
Fuck! Could the day get any worse? She’d thought she’d managed to sneak away without anyone noticing. It was all her own fault; she should never have gone near him. She quickened her pace and reached up to flick a thick strand of black hair out of her eyes. Her only hope was to put enough distance between them.
One simple night of sex with a man with a gorgeous hard body. Lady, had she enjoyed it. Almost all night long. She didn’t need the possessive male crap. The man seemed to work on an instinct level when it came to her. She wouldn’t put anything past him, not even dragging a woman off by her hair.
A rolling chuff that sounded way to close to her shot a bolt of adrenaling through her. She didn’t dare risk a glance over her shoulder. If he was close any hesitation could be the end. She heard a single footstep just behind her. Arms wrapped around her as the weight and momentum of the man sent her tumbling to the ground. Her breath expoded from her lungs as his weight crushed her. For a moment she felt his hard muscled body against her, his cock cradled between her buttocks. He crouched over her and flipped her onto her back.
Still gasping, her eyes locked with the deep brown gaze of her captor. One of his hands braced near her shoulder, the other cupped over her hip. His head lowered to her neck and he drew in a long breath. His tongue swirled over her neck.
“That was a good run little Keeper, but you didn’t quite make it. You’re still mine.” His teeth scraped over her neck, just over the love bite he’d given her earlier.
She shivered. Her breasts swelled and desire formed a tight knot low in her stomach. His musky sent surrounded her, heightening her need. She pushed at his chest. She had to get away from him before she felt right back into bed with him.
He laughed softly. His hand slipped between her legs and cupped her pussy. The warmth of his hand seared through the fabric of her pants. She couldn’t miss the possession in his expression or the hard ridge of his shaft pressing against his pants.
“My woman.” He rose, tugging her up and tossing her over his shoulder in a swift motion. “I’ll always come after you.”