October 19, 2014
Greetings!
Whew. Great
television this past week. The Walking
Dead premiere didn't disappoint. So happy it's back on my TV. And I'm all
caught up on everything I normally watch. The
Flash and Arrow are still kicking
ass. Sons of Anarchy is totally
insane and I can't wait to see how everything ends.
On Demand has me up
to date on Haven, Sleepy Hollow, Agents of SHIELD, and Gotham.
Pretty thrilled with Gotham so far.
Some interesting little twists on the lore I'm quite enjoying.
Tonight's post is
from Slip of the Tongue, a sexy short story where words have power, especially
'love' and 'you'.
Here's the tagline:
Sylvie Brown and Holden Baker are word alchemists, creating
the strongest, most intricate spells in their realm. One slip of the tongue can
bring catastrophic destruction… or it can garner surprising results. Sylvie
learns two little words can hold a wealth of meaning.
And a preview snippet…
She laughed, relishing the
experience after working so hard and long to fix the incantation. "Love
you!"
Holden stopped and turned.
"What did you say?" He slowly made his way back to her workspace.
Her eyes went wide. Quick and
playful, the words love and you had escaped before Sylvie could stop them. And
holy mage, created an instant change in atmosphere—electric and taut with
tension.
She couldn't take them back, and
frankly, didn't think she wanted to anyway. Holden could and would read
whatever he wanted into her slip of the tongue. They'd danced around the
flirtation and then attraction for months while they worked on modernizing the
perimeter spells.
She glanced up and caught
Holden's gaze. "Well, um…" She shrugged. "You can think whatever
you—"
Holden backed her up against the
wall. "Don't say it you don't mean it." His mouth hovered over hers.
"Do you mean it, Sylvie?" His hands smoothed down her sides and
grasped her hips. "Because words have power, spellbinding or not." He
pressed the hard ridge of his erection against her.
Oh yes, power indeed.
Her chin lifted and she snagged
his lips, fast and hard. "I mean it." She nuzzled his jawline before
whispering close to his ear. "I love you."
He tipped his head back and
caught her mouth in a long, slow kiss. Hauling her forward, he swept her up in
his arms, and carried her to the corner nook. The futon still had the
bedclothes from their brief attempts to catch some sleep when they couldn't
keep their eyes open any longer.
Holden lowered her to the soft
surface, crawled up beside her, and cradled her face in his hands. "I love
you, too." His lips traveled along her jaw, down her neck, and over her
shoulder.
Sylvie's eyes slid shut and she
did a quick examination of her feelings. A big step, one they couldn't retreat
from once taken, but she trusted him like no one else.
And she loved him—truly, madly,
and deeply—why waste any more time?
Nothing like a
moment of clarity to bring feelings home, right?
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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