POWER PLAY by Anabel Blue
POWER PLAY by Anabel Blue
The California Rolls were already a forgotten memory. Jeannette sank down into Malcolm’s leather couch and accepted the Lemon Drop he held out to her.
“I never drank martinis before I met you,” she murmured.
“You weren’t living until you met me,” he said with a wink that both excited and disgusted her; she loathed herself for falling prey to such a cloying gesture. Nonetheless, the drink was tasty and she began to feel aroused just watching him as he searched for the right CD from his rack of hundreds. The black Dockers hugged his perfect bum with an enviable touch as he reached to a high bookshelf beside the fireplace.
“I know it’s here somewhere. I was just listening to it last week. Or was it last month? Ah. Here it is. One of my moldy oldies.”
Jeannette recognized the song, a song that conjured her own bittersweet memories of a prom night gone sour. She took a deep breath, started to speak, then put the martini glass to her lips instead. Mal didn’t want to know about Johnny Webster’s lack of backseat etiquette. “Good choice,” she said at last, feeling what little power she had drain from her body as Malcolm joined her on the couch. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back into his touch as his fingers began to draw circles on her scalp.
The sex got better every time. They’d moved to the guest bedroom and a regular bed. Sheepskin covered handcuffs appeared from a bottom dresser drawer. The 50” LED TV came to life with images of carnal antics that would have shocked and embarrassed Jeannette had she been able to focus on them. As it was, she was on a ship on the water, tossing, wet, aroused; she was somewhere else, she was someone else, she was taking a voyage away from her life as a lonely architect with a man that took her to the heights of madness.
Susan Griscom writes paranormal romance, but her playing field delves into a different milieu than the usual vampires and werewolves. Some day she might write about fangs and fur, but for now she prefers sticking to strong heroes and heroines confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and abilities beyond the norm, mixed with a little romance to get the blood boiling.
A self-proclaimed dreamer, her favorite pastime is reading, but writing is her passion.
Susan, a member of Romance Writers of America, lives in the Sierra Foothills in Northern California with her very romantic husband, her small yippy dog, Riley, and her humongous black cat, Saké. Her family consists of his and hers; four wonderful sons and one beautiful daughter, four grandchildren and two more on the way. Susan has said that when a story takes hold and pulls her into the fantasy, that's magic.
You can visit Susan at http://www.susangriscom.com/ or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com.