If you live in Tidewater Virginia and happen to be in Barnes and Noble at Greenbrier between 11:15 and 11:45 look for the short person wearing a black T shirt that says 'WRITER'. Come up and say "Hi, Tessa."
Leaving you with a snippet of My Crimson release Eight Seconds to Glory...
He caught her gazing into his eyes. Those limpid pools of blue held a secret desire. He
looked closer hoping to see what it might be. He took a deep breath, like a man prepared
to leap off a tall cliff, and held it. The air between them seemed charged with a different
type of electricity. Anticipation curled up his spine. She was so beautiful. Standing there
in an over-sized pajama top and shorts, she looked better than any of those models he'd
seen strutting underwear on TV. His body thought so too, for his libido seemed to roar to
One arm reached out and encircled her shoulders. He felt her lean into him and place
an open palm on his chest, which did little to still his wildly beating heart. Without a
word, he lifted her off the ground and into his arms. Concentrating on her face, he moved
toward the bed. One knee upon the mattress and the springs murmured, welcoming his
weight. He stopped, wondering what she might think, but the gentle curl of her lips put
his mind at ease.
Glory's arms didn't move as he placed her down. He stared at her; a soft blush of want
covered her cheeks and her eyes focused on his lips. This was the moment of
commitment. If he had any doubts, he should say so and not further disappoint her. But
the words didn't come. Spellbound, he stared at her open expression of desire. The gap in
the V of her T-shirt gave him ample view of the rise and fall of her breasts, and he
realized she felt this, too.
“Make love to me, Travis.”
Her fingers found his lips. “I'm a big girl. I know what I'm asking.”
Hope to hear from you all soon.