I hope you're having a nice Sunday. It's bleak and dismal here, cold too, and not helping that I'm once again dealing with the aftermaths of insomnia. So if I don't make sense here (or make even less sense than usual...), please don't hold it against me - it's the lack of sleep talking.
So, back to the topic... Six Sentence Sunday. Am I the only one who thinks Sundays come hard and fast lately? Blink, and suddenly it's time for a new post. Lord knows I've been remiss with my blog lately, but SSS always pulls me back in line and that's a wakeup call indeed that time is passing super-fast. Anyhow...
Last week (and the weeks before that), Rayne aka Kali, Corpus secret agent and super-assassin, has returned to England free from that clandestine lifestyle she has led for seventeen years. Her goal now is to go see the man who started everything - her childhood best friend, Ash Gilfoy. Ash lives in a posh area of Notting Hill, and he has no clue he met Rayne two months & three days earlier when he ran to the rescue of a woman named Irina whose husband hit her right in front of Ash's eyes. Rayne aka Kali was undercover...
She's now on Ash's doorstep, and he's just opened the door. Dressed only in a pair of tight jeans, with a towel in his hand and his long hair brushing his wide shoulders in wet locks (you can see how Rayne viewed that revealing moment here!), it's obvious he's just come out of a shower. He appears stricken by her presence, and Rayne's vocal chords refuse to function at the breathtaking picture and the overwhelming moment.
But she tells herself this is Ash, the boy who'd always known her better than she even knew herself...
Rayne opened her mouth, but no sound came out; can't rely on talking, she reckoned, so she bit her lip and brought up a hand...gently, slowly, she bridged the gap between them and placed her opened palm against his cheek.
His warm skin, the stubble of his growing beard ticklish, rasped against her hand; to touch him again felt like heaven—how had she lived all those years without him? That was it, though—she hadn't lived; she'd existed, she'd survived, but she hadn't been alive, not like in the present moment, when a vital force flowed into her body, igniting every cell of her dormant soul.
Without Ash, she didn't have her soul, and she was never more certain of that than when he unfurled his hand on hers and curved his fingers around hers—his touch brought her to life, and when he tugged her to him, Rayne went without any hesitation.
She landed smack against his hard chest and looked up into his face; fire burned in his eyes, and she blinked slowly as he released her hand and snaked his arms around her waist, crushed her to him, as if afraid she'd move away if he let her.
I'm never leaving you; he must've read the thought in her eyes, because he brought up a hand, cradled her jaw, and kissed her...."
Can I hear some woots & hollers out there? *grin* Yeah, I knew I would! Ash is stepping up to the plate, indeed.
But is everything as it seems...? Easy, normal, falling into a happily-ever-after? Grab your copy of Before The Morning (Corpus Brides: Book Two) and find out.
Don't forget to check these amazing peeps on the official SSS list - Jessica Subject, Sonia (Bw), Carmen deSousa, Cara Bristol, Joanne Stewart, Angela Quarles, Elin Gregory, Sue Ann Bowling, Monica Enderle Pierce, Silver James, Kate Warren, & Siobhan Muir - among many, many others!
Have a lovely Sunday, peeps!
From Mauritius with love,