My first attempt at contemporary romance! Let’s see how this goes…
“Aw shit, I gotta be romantic and stuff!”
That’s what my brain says when I think about writing contemporary romance, but my brain also says, “you are getting stagnant with your fantasy stuff and need and break bitch!”
My current work in progress is hopefully going to be part of a series that is called Happily Ever After. I know corny right? Even still, who doesn’t want a happily ever after. I know I do! That’s why I go to my kindle/books. If you don’t want a happily ever after, then what kind of animal are you? I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.
Each book will be a stand alone and you will be able to read them out of order, but just don’t be shocked if some characters make appearances in another book. Not my fault you didn’t read them in order, so don’t be mad at me for spoilers. The books will be numbered, just saying…
All the books will be set in the small town of Spa City, AR a city loosely based off one of my favorite towns in AR. It’s your typical bible belt southern town, except it has some surprisingly wonderful allies that will help these lesbian couples find their HEA.
The crowd parted in the the club like the red sea. She was standing there in a slinky purple dress looking at her phone, oblivious to the pulsing music. The way her fingers moved quickly over it, I could tell she was probably engrossed in the latest hand held game of the minute. She didn’t have the confidence and swag of the typical women sauntering through the club tonight. Rumors was the it, lesbian bar of the moment and any queer within a hundred mile radius that wanted to be seen was here. I could tell by the way she kept passing her phone back and forth between her hands and fussing with her too short skirt, she was definitely out of her element. I was just thankful for whoever talked her into wearing the little dress, though. It showed off long tan legs and a hour glass figure that was tragically considered plus size in today’s standards. Just the way I liked them. I needed something to hold on to at night. None of those stick figures they called model perfect for me. She switched hands again and reached up to straighten the slip of lace that was masquerading as a sleeve. I watched her hands smooth over her breasts and down the skirt wishing they were my own. I trailed my eyes back up her body, to her face and was surprised by wide blue eyes staring back. Startled, I held her gaze and willed my heart to not beat out of my chest. Those eyes. I smiled never glancing away and raised my glass to her taking a sip, never losing contact with hers. When I took my glass away from my lips, I licked them out of reflex. Her’s parted and the green in her gaze darkened with desire as she watched me. My, my. Wasn’t she full of surprises? Before I could stop myself, I set my glass down at the bar and walked towards her. She blinked and shook her head no. I ignored her. Never mind that it was down right uncomfortable not to move with the ache I felt. My clothes suddenly were too tight. My silk bra turned rough as sand paper against my nipples as I walked. The jeans I wore too tight against my crotch. How was this even possible? I didn’t even know the girls name. Never heard her voice. Never felt her in my arms. My body knew her already, though. She ran like a scared rabbit and I chased like the wolf I was. We weaved in and out of the crowd, until I followed her out the club and on to the side walk. The sudden quiet of the night when the door of the club closed stopped us both. She turned and stared at me wide eyed, but I could see the flames of desires licking in the back. “Why are you following me?” Of course she had a voice, like whiskey and warm velvet. I stepped closer to her, until she backed against the stone wall of the club. The rainbow light of the sign danced in her eyes and shown on her lips after her tongue darted out. “I wanted to kiss you.” I know it sounded stupid, but she had fried my mind and all the normal suave thing I would say never came to mind. She smiled and then laughed breaking the tension. After a few moments, she ducked her head and whispered, “why don’t you then.” I lifted her chin. Before either one of us could chicken out, I did just that. Fireworks exploded. I felt like I was flying. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I leaned into her body with my own. She tasted of strawberries and coconut rum. The sounds of the night and the club faded. My whole world was this kiss now.