Friday, July 27, 2007

Love on the Dark Side

Today I opened my mailbox to find a copy of Love on the Dark Side, a novel of paranormal romance and erotica from Black Lace.

Isn't that a yummy cover?

I'm happy to be included in such a great collection! My short story "The Shadow of Matthew" is here, along with some hot stories by many of the other sexy Lust Bites women.

For your reading pleasure, here's an excerpt from "The Shadow of Matthew."

A bit of background: Alison hasn't been back to her home in many long weeks, afraid of the memories she would find there after losing her husband in a tragic auto accident. Now she has returned, and she finds more than she bargained for.

She walked through the unforgiving sunlight and looked down into the sink. The cologne bottle was in a half-dozen pieces. She picked up little shards of green glass with careful fingers and dropped them into the wastebasket. Then she turned on the water and washed the majority of the cologne down the drain. The scent was still in the air.

She turned the water off and looked at the sink. There were drops on the side, high on the edges where the water didn’t normally reach. She dipped her finger into one and sniffed. Yes, it was cologne. She put it on her wrists, on her throat, behind her ears. The scent of Matthew surrounded her.

She started to cry again, but it was a quiet and gentle cry, not the sobbing hysterics she thought she needed. She turned on the water again, used the closest washcloth to sweep out the sink, and tidied everything up again.


This time she turned with a small scream, sure there was someone in the hallway looking at her, certain there was someone in the house. She stood stock-still and waited. There was nothing again, nothing at all. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity, afraid to move, lest she miss some little sound that would give away the fact that there was an intruder in the house. She was aware of the grandfather clock, the ticking of it from down the staircase and down the hallway and around the corner, and she wondered if she could hear that, why couldn’t she hear someone breathing?

The logic of it relaxed her, and she stepped toward the door again. She looked out into the hallway. The sun had reached that point Matthew always loved the most, when it found the half-moon windows in the top of the house and spilled light through them in shafts that were so strong, they looked almost solid. The light danced across the floor and dust motes danced in the beams, reminding her of how long it had been since she had been in the house. Avoidance had seemed the right thing to do, but looking at those shafts now she wondered if she had waited too long, if Matthew’s memory had somehow evaporated during those long weeks she slept in her old bedroom at her mother’s home, afraid of the memories this house would hold.

I missed you.

Alison stared at the sunlight and waited. The fine little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she broke out into goosebumps, the same way she always did when Matthew kissed that sweet spot right underneath her ear. She listened and heard nothing and decided she really was going crazy, bonkers, bound for the funny farm, one brick short of a load, not playing with a full deck –

Stop it, BeeBop.

Alison was suddenly dizzy. She groped for the wall and leaned against it. The voice was shocking but the words were so astounding that she couldn’t utter a single sound in response. No one called her BeeBop; no one even knew that name existed. Not her best friend or her mother or her sister or anyone else.

No one but her husband.

To get more, click here: Love on the Dark Side: A Collection of Paranormal Erotica from Black Lace

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