Not my usual topic on this blog, but I had a fun little ghost scene from my alter ego. It is almost Halloween, after all!
The Set up: Katherine
"KC" Carmichael inherits a B&B called the Honey House from a
virtual stranger named Joanne. KC is trying to figure what the con is,
because she started working scams when she was just a little girl, and recognizes one when she sees it. But
if this is a con...it's a damned good one.
The Six:
“You’re pale as a ghost, dear.”
“Funny, Joanne,” I said, wandering around the room looking for the projector.
“Yes, I thought so,” the transparent figure agreed, smiling rather smugly. "Now, please sit down because I have very little time and you must have a lot of questions.”
“Look...not that I’m admitting you’re a ghost, but say you were...where exactly would you need to be?”
“Why Rome, of course."
From Continental Divide, my WIP with the wickedly talented Lisa Worrall. What do you have when you mix one Scotland Yard Inspector, one Phoenix Police Department Detective, and too many missing boys? It's an international affair, to be sure. Remy and Jamie are starting to lay the foundation for their cover story: Jamie, the debauched Lord, whose fall from grace into the world of illicit and illegal sex trade is engineered by his own personal Svengali- played by Remy. The set up at the nightclub is perfect, all the way down to the sexy waiter wearing black pleather pants and suspenders with his washboard abs displayed under a faint sheen oil glistening on his tanning booth skin. Hmm...this is the way it's supposed to go, right?
The Six
Jamie accepted the drink and offered a toast, the corner of his mouth quirked up, “Ah, excellent- I assume I owe this to you, Remington, good man.” He turned to face the waiter, “Speaking of delicious…”
“Yes, sir, if you would prefer something…different, just let me know,” the sexy blonde server added, with a wink.
“Does that include you, love?” Jamie asked, licking his lips, his gaze doing the slow crawl and zeroing in on the waiter's bulging crotch.
The server’s smile did bad things to Remy’s stomach. He tossed a bill onto the drink tray and leaned in close so his words wouldn’t be missed, “He’s teasing-you’re too old. Now go away, fuckhead.”
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After an evening of toasting the memory of his old friend Gibby, Tyler is more than a little "toasted" himself. When he wanders into the wrong room by mistake, he gets quite an eyeful.
The Six
When he thought about what it had felt like this morning to press himself against Ty’s back, to steal a taste of those lips…. He had a feeling his dick might not go back down until he got Ty out of his sight permanently.
There is no way I can sleep with this damn pole, he thought, looking down at his cock straining against the thin fabric. Tucking his thumbs inside the waistband, he was just sliding his boxers down his thighs, when, with a soft tap, the bedroom door swung open and Tyler stepped inside.
“Whoops,” Ty said, the corner of his mouth twitching, as if hiding a smile. “Looks like I caught you with your pants down, cowboy.”
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