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Friday, 8 July 2011

A Taste of Angela Kay Austin
Sweet Victory
  A cool wet hand trailed across her forehead, and through her hair.  A bowl of water appeared on the table beside her, and Chad’s long, strong fingers dipped into the water, cupping a small amount in his palms.  “Victory, dip your head.”  She couldn’t move.  The water poured from his hands back into the bowl.  His damp palms patted her cheeks and forehead.  The feel of his fingers on her skin calmed and soothed.  The sweat on the back of her hands disappeared, but the fire inside of her moved from her chest, and took over her whole body. 

She leaned her body in to his feeling his solid chest press against her back.  His hands smoothed up and down her arms, then wrapped around her waist.  The stubble along his jaw-line rubbed along her cheek.  His soft curls trailed over her temple and cheek.  Gently, his hand tilted her face so her eyes met his.  Soft and tender, his lips caressed hers.  Not overpowering.  Not overwhelming.  Tender.

He stared into her eyes.  Searching for something.  She wanted to ask, but again his mouth covered hers.  This time, his kiss was not as gentle.  She angled her neck to give him better access.  He tasted her, and she him.  With her eyes closed, she felt all of him.  His chest.  His hands.  His thighs pressed against hers.  His mouth was sinful.  It awakened things in her she’d pushed away even before she left Corey.  She and Corey hadn’t been intimate for months before she left.  Work was always more important.

Her body pressed into Chad’s, and his responded.  The bulge in his pants pushed against her bottom.   Reality set in.  Her eyes sprang open, and she pulled away crushing her body against the cold kitchen wall.
Scarlet’s Tears
  As Joshua Davis turned the key in his ignition, he saw the man dressed in black emerge from the shadows grab her around her waist, and pull her body into his.  She squirmed in protest, but not with any effort that would separate her from her captor.

“Behind you,” he yelled, but he was too far away, in his car, and too late.  Joshua u-turned and parked.  But, by the time he reached them and ran to the door, the man had pulled her inside of the bank, and kicked the brick aside locking them in.

“This has nothing to do with you,” the guy yelled through the glass door.  “Take your ass back to your car, and forget everything.”

Joshua searched Scarlet’s face, but there was nothing.  He didn’t know if she was in shock or maybe…maybe she knew the guy.  “I’m calling the police.”  He yanked at the door.  It was loose, but it would not give.

The man didn’t respond.  He stared wildly at Joshua, and then scanned the interior of the bank.  He looked trapped and scared, which made Joshua even more nervous…not for himself, but for her.

He didn’t’ know much about her, but she’d eaten in his restaurant almost every day…since that first day six months ago, but she never seemed to have much to say.  He thought she seemed sad.  Sad and alone.  Joshua yelled her name through the glass, “Scarlet.” 

Why wasn’t she struggling harder?  Her brown skin darkened beneath the man’s grip around her neck.  She choked and coughed.  The man loosened his grip, and she gasped for air, hungrily.  The knife the man held at her throat pricked her skin.  Joshua watched as a drop of blood beaded on her neck. 

The man with the knife yelled, “Go away.  Damn it.  Go away.”

Joshua banged on the glass.  “Not without her.  Let her go.”

BUY Sweet Victory and Scarlet's Tears at Vanilla Heart Publishing and Amazon  Also Love's Chance and My Son at Red Rose Publishing

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Thank you, Angela, for treating us to such tempting excerpts.
It's been a pleasure getting to know you!

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