Archive | May, 2011

Another Fiction Flasher: Snatch Me (via Passionate Reads)

26 May

Here’s an update on that Flash Fiction post, Snatched, I did last week. This week, Ellora’s Cave editor Grace Bradley offered me a contract for the novella, Snatch Me, that grew out of that bit of flash I adapted for Three Word Wednesday. I reposted the flash and a blurb about the novella over at Passionate Reads. More to come on Snatch Me here at my blog over the next few weeks.

Another Fiction Flasher: Snatch Me She loves those first moments after a catch, when the air is incensed, tastes of desire. She’s caught in the twin spotlights of his perusal, time frozen but for skidding hearts, the trickle of sweat down necks, the rise and fall of breath coming in soft pants. Chase was given and taken, but the taking’s not done. A damp promise, fragrant with passion’s spice, invites him to strip away the last layer, spread his feast on lush meadow grass. But he … Read More

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Nameless

25 May

map8maraton

map8maraton by 3EyePanda on Flickr photosharing

I’ve collected a jumble of names.
Like book titles each has a job.
Some make readers grin.
Some take them deeper,
enticing to turn one page, then another.
Some are meant to yank them between the covers
and not let go until the story’s done.
Some are boundaries
between one part of life and another.

I leave them at our door.
Strip them off like garments:
the professional name,
the author names,
the nicknames,
the avatar names.
So many names.
I don’t know which is me.

When I step into our world,
into your arms,
into your love,
I’m a me I barely know:
nameless,
naked.
No title.
No tag line.
In you I simply am.

by me 🙂

This post was written as a contribution to the Three Word Wednesday meme. See the other participants contributions and join the fun here.

Snatched

18 May

Kiss No. 2

Snatched

She loves those first moments after a catch,
when the air is incensed,
tastes of desire.
She’s caught in the twin spotlights
of his perusal,
time frozen but for skidding hearts,
the trickle of sweat down necks,
the rise and fall of breath coming in soft pants.

Chase was given and taken,
but the taking’s not done.
A damp promise,
fragrant with passion’s spice,
invites him to strip away the last layer,
spread his feast on lush meadow grass.

But he waits for it
letting the moment draw out,
anticipating an age old sign:
a lift of chin,
a tilt of head exposing a slender neck,
the soft flutter of lashes lowering.
A silent surrender of prey to hunter.

by Jolie a character from Snatch Me by Nara Malone

This character blog was written in response to this week’s Three Word Wednesday Prompt. See what other participants wrote and learn how you can join in here.