12/20/07

Thursday Thirteen: Lines from "Sundial"

You may have heard that "Sundial" was released yesterday. So happy! Set in 1958 Italy, "Sundial" won The Wild Rose Press's "Through the Garden Gate" short story contest in the Vintage category (1950s-60s). I hope you decide to treat yourself and give me the thrill of many happy sales.

Here are thirteen lines displaying how Mark & Amber make up after an argument:

From across the dance floor Mark watched her until the song finished, his breath coming in eager gasps and his body coiled. The woman he wanted stood panting, momentarily bereft of both rhythm and partner. He moved in, his legs eating the distance between them.

She caught sight of his approach and mouthed his name.

"Let's go."

"You think it's that easy?"

"Yes, it's this easy."

He took hold of her waist and kissed her, plundering her mouth. His fingers slipped along the sweat at her bare waist. Another song began. He didn't have the first clue about samba, but he began to move, mimicking the unconscious sway of Amber's body. She shifted the placement of his hands, moved her hips into the shelter of his pelvis, and began to dance at half time. The music pushed and teased, but they swayed to their own erotic tempo.
Oh! Oh! Then what happens? Are there Vespas? Kinky kisses in an alley? A soccer match? Weird time travel stuff that involves ancient Celtic symbols? Half-finished messages across time and endless longing?

Yup. All that. Give it a try.

For another excerpt, you can scroll down to the next post or visit my website.

Here's the day you hoped would never come.
Don't feed me violins--just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
The papercuts, the cheating lovers, the coffee's never strong enough.
I know you think it's more than just bad luck.
"Speeding Cars" by Imogen Heap

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