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Excerpt: Curses and Kisses
I ran away like my hair was on fire until I was out in the chilly February night. The cold
air burned my lungs and my eyes watered. The encounter with the fortune teller had
upset me to the point that my stomach ached and my hands shook. I leaned against the
brick building trying to calm my nerves and stared out into the parking lot. The
streetlights sparkled on the neatly parked cars. I spotted Harry's SUV. I smiled and
thought of the warm back seat, Harry's soft lips and strong hands. "Fuck you, Madame
Xavier. I'm celebrating Valentine's Day with a bang."
I straightened and had taken three steps forward when I saw the dome light flicker on and off in Harry's SUV. I shoved my hands into the pocket of my plaid coat and walked toward the vehicle. As I approached, I noticed it was moving ... slow, rhythmic bouncing. Up and down, up and down.
"No," I mumbled and my heart sank before rebounding into my throat. When I got my hands on the little bitch fucking my boyfriend I'd tear her eyes out and then his.
I reached the SUV and crouched down. Squinting, I tried my damnedest to see inside but the windows were steamed up. I straightened and set my hand on the cold door handle and stilled. Deep guttural moans filtered through the door and settled like stone in my brain. Tears clouded my vision and I drew in a deep breath, readying myself for the inevitability of my discovery. My entire body shook, the taste of bile strong on my tongue. In a single movement I threw open the door and exposed the rotten lovers.
A scream caught in my throat when I saw my beautiful Harry's not so beautiful naked backside. I blinked in disbelief. The woman beneath him had long legs, thick with corded muscle and in need of a shave. They must have been going at it like a couple of dogs because besides the back of her legs all I could see were the bottom of her
feet. I scowled, those feet were easily a size thirteen, and damn, they needed a pedicure. Is that athlete's foot?
"Jeez, Harry. Is that the best you can do?"
He turned around. Sweat clung to his hair making the blonde locks a light brown. His face contorted and all the blood must have sunk to his dick because his cheeks blanched an ugly shade of green.
"Hey," he managed.
"Who is she?" I squealed.
“I’m not a she,” the masculine voice echoed from inside the SUV. I had heard that voice before.
“Shawn?” I lowered myself to the ground and buried my face in my hands. “Harry, you’re gay.”
I straightened and had taken three steps forward when I saw the dome light flicker on and off in Harry's SUV. I shoved my hands into the pocket of my plaid coat and walked toward the vehicle. As I approached, I noticed it was moving ... slow, rhythmic bouncing. Up and down, up and down.
"No," I mumbled and my heart sank before rebounding into my throat. When I got my hands on the little bitch fucking my boyfriend I'd tear her eyes out and then his.
I reached the SUV and crouched down. Squinting, I tried my damnedest to see inside but the windows were steamed up. I straightened and set my hand on the cold door handle and stilled. Deep guttural moans filtered through the door and settled like stone in my brain. Tears clouded my vision and I drew in a deep breath, readying myself for the inevitability of my discovery. My entire body shook, the taste of bile strong on my tongue. In a single movement I threw open the door and exposed the rotten lovers.
A scream caught in my throat when I saw my beautiful Harry's not so beautiful naked backside. I blinked in disbelief. The woman beneath him had long legs, thick with corded muscle and in need of a shave. They must have been going at it like a couple of dogs because besides the back of her legs all I could see were the bottom of her
feet. I scowled, those feet were easily a size thirteen, and damn, they needed a pedicure. Is that athlete's foot?
"Jeez, Harry. Is that the best you can do?"
He turned around. Sweat clung to his hair making the blonde locks a light brown. His face contorted and all the blood must have sunk to his dick because his cheeks blanched an ugly shade of green.
"Hey," he managed.
"Who is she?" I squealed.
“I’m not a she,” the masculine voice echoed from inside the SUV. I had heard that voice before.
“Shawn?” I lowered myself to the ground and buried my face in my hands. “Harry, you’re gay.”
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When Cupid arms his bow on St. Valentine’s Day, anything can and will happen!
Four Whiskey Creek Press authors reveal these passionate stories of romance and love that give us all hope. There’s new romance blended with a strong dose of humor, a blundering love Angel struggling to get things right, romance for the young at heart when it seemed too late, and the conquering of the greatest of romance cynics with the power of love. Enjoy this anthology of fun and love, for the romantic in each of us!
Four Whiskey Creek Press authors reveal these passionate stories of romance and love that give us all hope. There’s new romance blended with a strong dose of humor, a blundering love Angel struggling to get things right, romance for the young at heart when it seemed too late, and the conquering of the greatest of romance cynics with the power of love. Enjoy this anthology of fun and love, for the romantic in each of us!