New Year, First Sale

Sunday, January 16th, 2011 • 4 Comments on New Year, First Sale

I am so thrilled to announce that my story “Here in Between” will be included in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s erotic romance anthology Obsessed.  I don’t usually blog about my works-in-progress or even my recently finished projects, but I blogged about writing this story in March because it had the distinction of being the first story I wrote post-baby.  Now it has the distinction of being my first sale in 2011. Very lovely. 

I believe I posted an excerpt of it after it was turned down for an earlier anthology, but here’s the excerpt again—just because I love this story so much.  Thanks for starting my year on a bright note, Rachel!  I’m looking forward to finding out who else is Obsessed!

I leave the door cracked open for him while I get in the shower.  Maybe it’s not a good idea, inviting him back or leaving the door open, but driving cross country in a twenty year old car hadn’t been a good idea, either.  My whole life to this point feels like a long list of bad ideas.  So what’s a couple more in a string of them?

I take my time in the shower, knowing he won’t join me.  I don’t know why I know that, I just do.  He’ll respect my privacy because he’s a private kind of guy.  Yeah, I’m sure of it.

When I come out, warm and wet and wrapped in my own robe and wearing my own fuzzy socks because cheap motels don’t offer things like robes and slippers, he’s sitting on the bed.  There’s a bottle of whiskey—the good stuff—on the bedside table, along with two tumblers.  I raise an eyebrow and look at him.

There’s that shrug again, like he’s letting everything slide right off his shoulders.  “I was going to see if you wanted to go next door for a drink. When I heard you in the shower, I figured you’d rather stay in.”

I nod and sit down on the other side of the bed.  His shirt sleeves are rolled up and the cuff rides up when he reaches across the bed to hand me a glass.  I have a weakness for forearms and his are tan and muscular.  He pours me some whiskey—enough that it’s a serious drink, not so much that I’m at risk of spilling it—then he pours his own.  We sit there like that, me in a robe and him in well-worn jeans and a black shirt, like we’re old friends who just ran into each other and decided to have a drink in the middle of a motel bed that sags on the side closest to the bathroom.

He stares at the blank television while I stare at his profile.  He has a nice face, a kind face.  I wonder what his name is, but I don’t ask.  I contemplate him and puzzle over it.  He’s from New York, so it’s not some country name.  They might call him Buddy down here in Tennessee, but his given name is something different, I decide.  Something serious.  Henry, maybe.  Or Luke.  Maxwell or Nathan, possibly.

I realize suddenly that he’s watching me watch him.  He smiles again, softly.  Tiredly.  There is a scar at the corner of his lip, only about half an inch long, but wide enough that it looks taut and silvery against his tan.  It must have hurt, whatever cut deep enough to leave a scar like that.  I want to lean over and kiss that flaw on an otherwise perfect mouth.

There’s nothing stopping me.  Nothing but a few inches of bed and a glass of whiskey that’s almost gone already.

Posted by Kristina in Writing
  • Dayle says:

    Congratulations, Kristina! As I posted on FB/Twitter, I’m in the antho too, with “Raven’s Flight,” a romantic erotic tattoo story.  grin

    It’s always lovely being TOC-mates with you!

  • My dining room is on the east side of the house and although I keep the blinds closed until close to 1:00 p.m. every day, apparently enough light got in to discolor my table. I just took my runner off to change to a new one and I have a nice, long, 12” wide several shades lighter streak running the whole length of my 96” table where the sun apparently darkened the part showing.

  • Emerald says:

    Oh, I remember this excerpt!  Yay!  I’m very excited to be in an anthology with you, Kristina.  (My story “Then” is in the table of contents too.  Little secret, since I know you read it…the story is a sequel, if you will, to “If” from Passion.)  Congratulations—to you too Dayle—and I’m thrilled to be in this anthology with both of you!

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