Ok friends! This week we have:
Today, being Memorial Day, is a particularly appropriate time to introduce you to this fantastic book because it’s about a woman that heads a Special Forces type military team! (How’s THAT for a tie in? heh)
The author and my dear friend, Claudia Hall Christian, will be with us later in the week to discuss the passage. If you have any questions for her put them in the comments and I’ll get them to her!
Without further adue, an excerpt for you to sink your teeth into!
“The Fey”
October 14 – 5 P.M.
Northern Scotland
(9 A.M. in Colorado)
John Drayson was standing at the top of a small hill working on a broken fence. Pulling the broken barbed wire from the wood post, he had the sense that Alex was near.
Maybe she’s thinking of me.
He hadn’t heard a word from her or her family since he left Denver. Leaning against the post, his hand instinctively wrapped around her dog tag. He wondered if he would ever see her again.
Moving to the back of the truck, he unwound a length of barbed wire from the spool and smiled.
He wouldn’t even kiss her until Father Seamus said they were husband and wife. Standing at the beach party, she suggested they “test out the works”. Then she smiled that crooked smile. Oh God. Sand, crowd, party be damned, he almost jumped her right there. Everything in him longed to connect with her, but he… somehow he managed to step away. John shook his head. To this day, he had no idea how he resisted her.
Clipping a length of barbed wire, he remembered the electric charge that ran through him when he finally kissed her. He still felt that spark sometimes. She ignited the very core of him.
Overcome by the idea of being married, he took his bride-of-ten-minute’s hand. He gained control with each step toward the street. When he raised his hand for a cab, he already had a plan in place – bed her, quick annulment, no feelings hurt, back on track. He even smiled at his brilliance. Of course he had to marry her. How else could he bed his best friend’s sister?
Sitting in the back of the cab, he brushed her lips in a kind of “kiss the wife” way then could not stop kissing her. Every thought of retreat vaporized in that cab ride. He would have had her, right there in the back of the cab, if…. If what? If she wasn’t his wife. She became his wife on that cab ride.
John’s laughter echoed off the Scottish hills.
He was so drawn by her lips, tongue and teeth that he didn’t notice that the cab slowing at the apartment until the cab driver hit him on the back of the head.
“Pay up. Jeez, get a room,” the cabbie said.
Certain that Alex would be offended, he started to move toward the cab driver when his eyes caught Alex. She was beaming. Seeing the look on his face, she began laughing.
“Yeah, very funny lady. Get out of my cab.”
She scooted out then waited for John. He had never carried a person before and had certainly never carried a woman. Everything is a first with Alex. He scooped her up simply to give him better access to that supple mouth. He carried her up to the apartment then found himself in front of the locked door, keys at the bottom of his tight pocket, and his arms filled with his beloved. He wasn’t going to set her down.
She laughed when he kicked the door open. Setting her inside, and somehow managing to close the door, he ripped her silk blouse open. As her buttons ricocheted off the entry way, he dropped his mouth to her captivating mouth. Pulling at his tongue with her teeth, she worked his t-shirt from his body. They ripped their way through jeans, underwear, bra to plush naked skin.
She stepped back from him. They stood in front of each other. Naked. Neither moved. They just looked at each other.
When her lips turned upward, he responded.
“JOHN.” Tom Drayson touching John’s shoulder.
John raised his eyebrows.
“I’ve been calling you from down the hill. Where’s your head, boy?”
John shrugged.
“You’re almost done here,” Tom said. “We need to get to the North end.”
“To look for the fox?” John asked.
“Right, he comes out this time of day. Fox and chickens. You can’t have one without the other.”
John nodded and moved toward the fence with the barbed wire. Tom took the other end of the wire.
“Rita won’t let us kill the fox.”
“That’s what we used to do.” John tacked the wire to his post. He moved to tack the wire Tom held.
“She won’t have him in her chickens either.”
“What would you like to do?” John asked. He bent to pick up his tools and they walked toward the truck.
“I have a plan.”
John nodded and stepped into the passenger seat.
Turning the key in the ignition, the old truck caught with a roar. Tom caught the goofy look on John’s face and laughed.
“She must be some girl.”
“She is.”
2 Responses
May 25th, 2009 at 12:09 pm
Weeee!! I love this section!
Claudia from Alex the Feys last blog post...: Chapter Sixteen :. part two
May 27th, 2009 at 12:07 pm
All I can say is “Get the book before they are all gone!” W00t
It’s great!
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