Friday, December 24, 2010
Two excerpts for the price of one and final day of contest
"In a safe place."
He struggled to sit, but his muscles protested, and he slumped back to the floor.
"Easy, Captain. You're very pale. Have you been ill?"
"No, I..." He recalled Arnwolf and the barn. Had that really happened, or had it just been a dream?
"Now you're awake, I'll heat up some broth. You look like you could use some."
"Thank you, ma'am."
She hesitated, a blush coloring her ivory skin. "When I took off your coat, I noticed two raised bumps on your neck. I thought they might be bites."
He fingered the bumps. So, it hadn't been a dream.
"A wild dog attacked me. Out in the woods."
"A wild dog?" She shuddered. "I didn't know there were any around here."
"It's the truth, ma'am." Even as he said it, he cringed inwardly at his lie.
Her gaze narrowed as she studied him. "But when I took off your coat, I didn't see any blood."
No blood? Come to think of it, he hadn't noticed any when he woke in the barn. "I'm not real sure how that happened, ma'am."
She rose, studied him once more, then left the room.
He lay back, reflecting on what had happened. If the man, Reverend Arnwolf was a minister, he must be a fallen one. Like me.
Excerpt from The Christmas Ball, part of the anthology An American Rose Christmas
Sara closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Doc Ellison's kiss had scattered her senses. For months she'd dreamed of being in his arms. As he reached for the buttons on her shirt, her breath caught. His hands on her body thrilled her. She'd never felt like this before.
After loosening the buttons, he opened the shirt and gazed at her bosom.
She studied him, wondering what he was thinking. Did he like what he saw?
He dropped his hands and half-turned away.
"Please," she gasped. "Don't stop."
Turning back, his gaze roved over her. She tried to read his expression. Was that desire she saw, or disgust?
"We should be going now," he said. His gaze dropped to the hay strewn ground.
"No!" Boldly she reached out and fingered the buttons of his coat. He didn't move as she slowly undid them and parted the material. Her fingers tingled as they brushed over his shirt, feeling hardened muscle beneath.
His breath hitched, but he gently pushed her away. "Miss Brewster, we mustn't..."