Friday, 25 June 2010

"Heart-pounding" how one review refers to the opening scene of my story Playing Rough which appears in Violet Blue's award winning anthology Sweet Love.

Here's an excerpt:

Instantly, the chase is on. Footfalls pound after her in long-gaited strides, gaining easily, quickly. The skin between her shoulder blades draws tight, tiny hairs ripple at her nape.

Then hard hands are on her, jerking her off her feet, hauling her back against a big, powerful body. A large palm clamps over her mouth, cuts short her scream.

A minute of frantic conflict - tousling shuffles, grunting scuffles - ends with her crushed between hard muscle and solid wall, jacket pulled roughly down to her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides, briefcase and bag on the floor.

An unyielding length presses against her from behind, envelops her from top to toe, imprisons her.

'Scared?' a deep male voice taunts in her ear. 'You should be, given the things I'm about to do to you.' 

As you might have guessed, it's not a tale for the faint-hearted. But no need to reach for your blood pressure pills - in Jean Roberta's words over at "The end of the story allows the reader to come down from an adrenaline high..."

Think you can handle it?