Friday, April 5, 2013
DARE TO BARE ... EVERYTHING ...
A lazy eye opens slightly and glances at the lifeless clock on the bedside table. Both eyelids shoot open and gape at the time. “NO. Not today!”
Nina springs out of bed, rushes to the bathroom, and showers. After toweling off, she brushes on mascara and paints her lips plum. A picture of a twenty-year-old Nina flashes through her mind. Two decades to the day have passed. No time to fix this face properly ... this will have to do.
She fingers through her hair and rushes to the closet, slips into a blouse and linen suit, and steps into a pair of pale beige pumps. Heels click on the hardwood floor as she races out the door to her car.
With rush hour traffic long gone, she accelerates. A moment whisks by like her morning so far and a flashing blue light inches up behind her. “Pull your vehicle over,” says a husky male voice.
“I’m screwed.” Nina slows and edges to the curve.
A hot, young, Eric Estrada type, steps to the window. “Good morning, Mam. Driver’s license and registration please.”
Mam? Just exactly what I want to hear today. She digs in her glove compartment, grabbing the registration. Fumbling through her purse, her fingers grasp the wallet. She pulls out her license and places the two cards into the office’s hand.
Hidden behind sunglasses, he glances at the information. “This seems to be in order.” He flashes a smile. “Happy Birthday, Mam.”
Nina melts under the brightness of his smile. “Thank you,” she said, her voice raising an octave.
He lowers his sunglasses and meets her eyes. A burning flush sears her face under his penetrating stare.
“I’ll let you go this time, but please slow down.” He flashes another smile, turns, adjusts himself, and continues to his car.
Nina fans her red, hot face before turning the ignition. What a hunk ... Happy birthday to me!
Later that night ...
Our scene fades to decades before to the summer of ’67 ...
Worn torn Vietnam has many casualties. The homeless seek refuge in the United States. A young nurse flees to San Francisco to forget her many hardships.
Lily blends into the Haight-Asbury scene and slips into a local bar. The music pulses as a raspy, singer flips his shoulder-length light brown hair. The crowd roars and Lily is captivated by the voice. A strong passion emanates through each word and she is drawn to him.
She weaves through the crowd toward the stage, never taking her eyes off the singer. At last she makes it to the edge. Looking up, she focuses on the blue glint, flashing from his eyes. She sinks into the rawness of his music. A tear streams down her face as his voice penetrates her soul ...
One night to forget ...
One night to escape ...
One night of unrelenting passion ...
But, it’s what happens after that our story begins ...
Two unforgettable stories to keep you up at night.
Melissa Bradley’s Encore Performances.
Encore Performance: Link
Nathan's Angel: Link
Byzantine Provocateur: Link
A bit of heart pumping to wake up to ... Right? I hope you all had your morning coffee? LOL.
Our friend Melissa writes some steamy stories so prepare for your blood to boil. Please drop over to her blog to say HI... She is a sweety and an amazing writer.
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