Bonfire Night the stars are bright, three little angels dressed in white.
I am sure there is more to that rhyme but I don’t remember ever hearing it. Yes folks today, the fifth of November is Bonfire night here in England. Today we celebrate the fact the Guy Fawkes failed and didn’t manage to blow up the houses of Parliment. If you want to know more of the history, check here.
So for Bonfire night here are a few excerpts that go off with a BANG!
The first is from my upcoming release from Total-E-Bound called Moon Shy and it is featured in the Over The Moon Anthology available from the 16th November. Please note this quite gets a bit violent towards the end -you’ve been warned!
She lay back on the bed. She was already naked, she preferred to lose her clothes as early on as possible, and it made proceedings easier and much less messy. Michael eagerly climbed between her thighs and began to thrust. She knew he wouldn’t last long.
She pulled his head down towards her, and as he fucked her, she whispered in his ear.
“Do you know what tonight is, Michael dear? Tonight there is a full moon, and it is rising right now, as you fuck me. In just a moment it will be at full strength. I love the full moon, Michael. It makes me so very horny. So fuck me hard, lover boy, and enjoy it, for it’s the last thing you will ever do.”
And as the fat, pampered executive continued to pump, Dessie howled. Her flesh rippled, her soft, smooth skin erupted hair in thick clumps, and her wicked smile grew bigger and bigger until her jaws were wide and her smile was the menacing snarl of a wolf. It all happened in a split second, and before the man encased inside of her could scream out in fear, Desdemona, the werewolf, ripped into his flesh and tore out his throat. She discarded the body and ran off into the night. The full moon was still young, and she had a mighty blood lust to feed.
And the Second comes from Making it Real which is available from Phaze.
“Snow,” he cried.
“Snow,” I replied, his enthusiasm contagious. He ran onto the lawn and I could hear him whooping and laughing. I ran over to join him.
Whoomf! Snow hit my coat just above my breast and showered my chin with snow drops.
“Hey,” I yelled. “You little bugger.” I dropped my shoulder and scooped up some snow and packed it into my hand as another snowball hit my arm. “That’s it,” I shouted, “you’re in for it now.” I followed the shrieks of laughter. As I glimpsed his dark coat through the snow, I launched the cool sphere in its direction. I was soon rewarded by the dull thud of it making contact. “Ha, take that.” I giggled and scooped up more. I ducked as I heard the whoosh of displaced air flying behind another snowball, straightened up and launched my own. “Ha, you missed me.” I heard another satisfying thud and a muffled curse.
“No more mister nice guy,” he exclaimed and I heard the fast-paced crunching as he rushed towards me. I turned to see where he was heading and got whacked. A rocket of snow impacted and exploded on my face, covering me in cold, cold snowflakes that tickled my skin.
“Mary, you okay?” Will was beside me, looking concerned. I laughed and pressed my handful of snow into his cheek.
“I am now,” I giggled. I ducked and ran away, laughing as he cursed then guffawed. Another ball left my hand, but I missed him. I was so engrossed in making a new missile that I didn’t hear him creep up behind me, but suddenly I felt the scarf pulled away from my neck and a flurry of ice hit the hot flesh of my neck and flowed down as it melted into cool streams. I screamed and shook.
“You bastard,” I cried, when my breath returned from the icy shock. I ran at him, snow in hand and grasped for his coat. He shook, shimmied and escaped. I ran at him again and grabbed him at the front, pulling on that expensive coat and forcing the snow in my right hand down into the space I managed to create between his neck and the material.
“Ha, sweet revenge,” I giggled as he shook and shuddered. His hand shot out and held me by the collar. “No, no, no.” I tried to wriggle from his grasp, but as he leant down to the ground to scoop up the snow, he pulled me with him. I kept giggling, shrieking and struggling to escape, but he was holding me fast and he pulled the zip down on my mac until my chest was exposed. He smooshed a massive handful of cold whiteness into the creamy flesh there, pressed it down and squashed it against my exposed skin. It took my breath away. He held his hands there as it melted. The icy shock tickled and made me giggle and gasp. When the mass of moistness melted completely, he left his cold hand pressed against my warming skin. The shock of his touch, so intimately pressed over my heart, took my breath away.
“I surrender.” I gasped, my heart thumping.
I hope you enjoyed those two very different BANGs and that you have a fun and safe bonfire night.
Hi Victoria :)
Thank you for sharing.
Two distinctly different snippets. I love the dark action of MOON SHY and it made it want to run off into the night with Dessie. MAKING IT REAL had such great realistic dialogue that the characters just leapt from the page to my heart.
Thanks again,
RKCharron
xoxo
LOVED these! Thanks!
:)
G.
Thank you both.:)