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Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at firstname.lastname@example.org
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Hey Everyone!! :-)
Today, I thought I'd share a little peek at another project I've been working on. It's a companion short story to Rainbow Dreams and it will be initially released as part of an anthology! :-) I'll tell you more about that later, but for now, take a look at what Chessie's up to in Childish Things:
"Alright, hun. Whatcha wanna talk about?"
"I want you to tell me why you avoid me. Why do you only come around for business?" He reached out to take one of her hands, which were lying on the table. "I want to be your friend, Chessie. Why won't you be my friend?"
Squeezing his hand, Chessie answered. "We are friends, Nicky. You know that."
Shaking his head, Nax said, "No, you only come around when I have a job for you or to deliver something for me. Or, like now, when you need a favor. Why don't you ever come by just to chill?" He slid his hand up her arm to caress her shoulder. "You know I like you. You think I'm ugly?"
Chessie smiled and shook her head. "Nah, hun. You're cute enough. When you shower."
Taking a breath, Chessie closed her eyes and massaged her temples. "I just…"
"You come by when you've had a TGRP," he husked as he gazed at her with heavily lidded eyes.
It was Chessie's turn to blush. "It's different then."
"You know I like you either way. It's not what's under your clothes that I like, it's you."
Sighing, Chessie raised his hand to her lips and laid a kiss on his knuckles. "I know, hun. It's just…hard for me."
Nax caught her eyes and held them, his gaze intense. "Chess, you gotta make peace with this. Not for me, but for you. It's not healthy to be so down on yourself." He gestured around at his home. "Just let go and enjoy. There's no right or wrong when it comes to a good time, so just relax."
"I know, love. But it's easier said than done."
He snorted. "You're giving me the 'it's not you, it's me' speech, aren't you?"
He waved her objection away. "I know; I believe you." Running a hand through his still wet hair, he grimaced. "It's just my fucking luck to like someone with as many issues as me," he sighed.