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5/27/12 Six Sentence Sunday
Hey everyone! This week continues my excerpt from Bonded in Exile. I won’t be participating in SSS next week because I’ll be at the Wis RWA conference. I’ll be participating in a book signing for literacy there Sat evening, June 2nd. If any of you SSS peeps are planning to attend the conference, please stop by and say “Hi.” Also, you can email me this week, melynda@melyndaprice.com, it might be fun for us SSS participants to get together for a drink Saturday night
Sighing heavily, Silas stood up; his hands went to his waistband, unfastening the button, and Emily looked away when she realized she was eye-level with his crotch. His cock was definitely the last thing she needed to be thinking about right now.
A quick zip and tug, and Silas’ jeans dropped to his ankles. As she examined his leg wound, she couldn’t help but notice, that even at rest, he hung at an impressive length. On her knees, she glanced up to find him staring down at her with a hunger that made him look more predator than angel. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned him.
5/20/12 Six Sentence Sunday
Hi everyone! This week continues my excerpt from Bonded in Exile. Thank you all for stopping by every Sunday and leaving your comments Have a great week!
Silas reached for Emily’s wrist to help her off the floor. “The bleeding will stop once it’s stitched up; I heal quickly. It’s all right, Emily, you don’t have to do this, you know. I can take care of myself, I do it all the time.”
“No,” she said, pulling her arm back to avoid his grasp, “I’m not wimping out, I’m just saying, I know knife wounds and this is a bad one. Now take you pants off so I can see how deep it is.”
Reblog Excerpt of Star Bright: Chapter Five
Chapter Five
The stinging pain in Maria’s forehead woke her up. She tried to sit up, but the pain in her back was too much for her to bear. She lay back down carefully and stayed still unwilling to provoke anymore unnecessary pain. She was stripped down to her bra and shorts. She looked around, she was in her son’s room and it was dark outside. She tried to listen for her son’s or her mother’s voice, but there was nothing, the house felt empty. She panicked, realizing she had been out for so long. She sat up, biting her lips together to hold back a cry as her back and stomach screamed in pain. She felt between her legs. The last time she was out so long, Ricky had raped her. But he couldn’t have been so crude to have done so in her son’s bed?
“Mama.” The door flew open and Michael came running in. Maria teared up when she saw her son. She caught him when he jumped on her, holding him tight against her, completely ignoring the screaming pain in her body.
She hated being touched by anyone, but she always looked forward to her son’s embraces, which were like a cover of love that helped her get through the day.
She was glad to see her son, but she wished Edna hadn’t brought him back. Edna came behind him, a basin in her hand. She locked the door behind her and pulled the chair close to the bed and sat in it.
“Come Michael, I need to nurse your mama’s wounds.” Michael let go reluctantly, but sat under Maria’s arm and held her close, sniffing quietly. Maria felt like she was going to break down seeing her son cling to her, frightened and his eyes wet with tears. Edna was about to move him further away, but she shook her head, unable to speak.
Edna dabbed at her wounds and bruises quietly. She concentrated all her energy on that. She didn’t want to let her rage take her over. She was going to stay calm and wait. It would take close to a week before she could carry out her revenge and she was going to be patient as much as she wanted to carry it out immediately on her own. Ricky was going to get everything he deserved and more.
“Mama.” Maria whispered. Edna looked up to meet her daughter’s frightened eyes. She knew what she was asking, and for the first time she felt glad Maria had suffered a lesser evil. The last time she had to tell her it crumbled Edna’s heart.
“No, he didn’t…” she stopped. She took a deep breath and swallowed a sob. Maria closed her eyes and exhaled in relief. She couldn’t have stomached that degradation again, “He’s passed out in the living room.” Edna lowered her voice to a whisper, “Tom and Jane are coming to pick us up.”
Maria’s body tightened. They’d tried that already and it didn’t work. She was too scared to try it again. Edna put a reassuring hand on her, “I took the gun away from him, and Tom will handle him.”
The door crushed in and fell on the floor. Michael held Maria tighter and hid his face in her side. Maria stood up and placed him behind her. She too was scared, but not too scared to protect her son. Edna passed a shirt to her before she placed herself in between Ricky and Maria. She stared at him, full of rage. She might not wait a week she was ready to take him out right there and then.
Ricky staggered into the room, a bottle of vodka in his hand. He was still wearing the torn up bloody shirt, but it was also wet with liquor, “It’s good you are awake,” he stumbled forward, “Now go clean up your blood from my carpet!” he yelled, but no one moved which only pissed him off even more, “So, you haven’t learned your lesson yet?”
Maria and Edna just looked at him not saying a word. Maria put on the shirt, then held Michael against her, gently rubbing his back to sooth him.
“Michael, come here!” Ricky barked.
Michael stiffened behind Maria. He pressed himself hard against her as if he was trying to hide inside her back and clasped his hands around her chest. All Maria could hear was muffled moans and his hot breath on her back. Maria pressed him tightly against her, feeling her son’s fear.
“He’s not going anywhere!” Edna barked back.
Ricky pushed Edna aside. She fell against Michael’s desk, pushing all its contents on to the floor. He then slapped Maria and she fell on the bed. Michael looked at his mother and grandma before he looked up back at his father. His face stern, all the fear wiped away. He looked angry, with his little fists clenched at his side. Maria looked up at her son, fear crept into her when she saw the image of Ricky’s angry face on her son’s. She hated that look and she hated the fact that they resembled each other in that angry state more.
Michael yelled at Ricky angrily, “What do you want Ricky?”
“Don’t speak to your father that way!” Ricky slurred out his words, rocking unsteadily on his feet.
“You are not my father!”
The sound of Ricky’s hand against Michael’s head made Maria scream. She watched her son collapse on the bed unconscious after hitting his head on the frame. Edna picked up the chair and broke it over Ricky’s back. He fell on the floor and the bottle crushed under him. She then pulled Michael into her arms and jetted out of the room, Maria followed, her hand over her son’s bleeding head, sobbing hysterically, “Michael, baby please wake up!”
Ricky following them, “Come back here!”
Maria pushed her mother out the door, “Hide, I’ll hold him off,” she looked at her son’s limp body and the sobs and fear was replaced by an angry fire simmering inside her. She wiped the tears away with her fists then turned to face Ricky, a monstrous look on his face.
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5/13/12 Six Sentence Sunday
Hi everyone! Happy Mother’s Day! This week is a continuation from my excerpt, Bonded in Exile. Thanks for stopping by every week and for leaving your comments
A gelatinous flow of blood covered Silas’ foot where it pooled in his boot. “Umm…Silas?” Emily tried to keep her voice steady. Whether Riley had spoken the truth or not, her heart was having trouble catching up to her head. She had serious feelings for Silas and genuine concern for his health. “You’ve lost a lot of blood here.”
5/6/12 Six Sentence Sunday
Hi everyone! Welcome back to another six from my Bonded in Exile excerpt. Thanks for stopping by and leaving you comments Hope you’re all enjoying it!
“Thanks,” Emily said coolly as he put the last strip of tape on her bandage.
“You’re welcome,” Silas replied, leaning forward to untie the laces of his boots.
“Here,” she said, scooting off the bed, carefully keeping her weight on the ball of her foot as she knelt on the old oak boards in the space between his parted thighs and took the laces from his hands, “let me do it.”
Surprise briefly crossed his face before settling into his typical stoic, emotionless mask. He sat up, his spine rigid as she unlaced the boot of his uninjured leg first and pulled it off, setting it on the floor beside her. She did the same with his injured leg, only this time, a wet, sucking sound protested the removal of the boot as she pulled it free of his foot.
4/29/12 Six Sentence Sunday
Hi everyone! I’m continuing my Bonded in Exile excerpt this week. Hope you’re enjoying it Thanks for stopping by and leaving your comments!
Silas glanced back over his shoulder, giving Emily an amused grin. “The medical kit is for you; the needle and thread is for me.” Grabbing the sewing kit out of the closet, he filled a pan with water, and grabbed a washcloth from the drawer. He carried the familiar white-crossed box, and her mother’s sewing kit, over to the bed. Sitting down beside her, he wordlessly washed the bottom of her foot and opened the first-aid kit, pulling out some gauze, antibiotic ointment, and bandage tape. His hands were gentle and sure as he silently dressed the cut on her heel; all the while, the heady scent of cloves saturated the air, growing stronger by the second–he was losing a lot of blood–fast.
4/22/12 Six Sentence Sunday
Hi everyone! Here’s another six from my Bonded in Exile excerpt. So glad you’re all enjoying it. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment
Silas limped into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “You got a sewing kit in here?”
Emily frowned. ”In the pantry on the shelf, there’s a little sewing kit in there. Uhh…Silas, you’re not going to stitch my foot up with that. I mean, I’m no wimp, but that’s a bit too hard-core for me. Not to mention terribly unsanitary.”
Until Darkness Comes Winners Announced
Congratulations Julianne and Joanne for winning a copy of Until Darkness Comes, and participating in my author interview/book giveaway. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and visited me. Your comments and support are greatly appreciated! Have a great day
