Six paragraphs from YOUR
HEART, MY HOME - a sensuously erotic sci--fi/urban fantasy romance.
1. In the days that
followed, Sherandar watched every news program regarding this man who called
himself Quazar. With a Z. She scanned the YouTube videos catching the man in
action. Although he never explained how he got his power, or why he was able to
do the things he did, listening to him answer questions from the police and
reporters and fans who managed to briefly corral him for an autograph verified
one fact. As she'd suspected, this was no ordinary guy when it came to
mentality. He may not be as smart as she was, but neither was he like those
self-absorbed dicks she knew too well.
2. The bolt of lightning
appeared from out of nowhere, slicing through the thunderheads like Zeus's fire
to strike Quazar with an ear-shattering crack. Sherandar was barely aware of
the scream ripping from her throat as she watched the figure crumple, to
plummet down onto the roof of the building a block away.
3. Time froze as they
stared at each other, their noses almost touching. She was acutely aware of his
body where it pressed against hers. His nearness, like a soothing blanket of
warmth, firmly laid along her abdomen and thighs. Her hands were touching his
upper chest, her fingers splayed across the spray of stars that glowed in his
light.
4. His confession made her
laugh, and he joined her. And it was then she believed she would never again be
as happy or as content again in her life than she was right now. Despite all
that she had been through, after what she and Quazar had endured and survived
together, and despite the fact that Bob the Destroyer was probably scouring the
planet, looking for them, this perfect moment in time would never repeat
itself.
5. He glanced into the
living room, at the wall across from the sofa where the bedroom was located on
the adjacent side. Even with no makeup, her face and skin bearing the burns
she'd suffered during their escape, and her thick hair wild and in need of a
brush, she was the most beautiful, the most desirable woman he had ever seen.
And to make things worse, her smartass attitude only enhanced her
attractiveness because he knew she had the brains to back it up. The woman was
more intelligent than him, as hard as it was to admit. Yet, there was a lot of
vulnerability within her. A lot of tenderness and caring. It was her heart she
tried to protect the most with that gruff exterior. And when she'd collapsed at
his feet after he had melted their cell and blockhouse to the point where he
could take off, there had been no second doubts in his mind where he had to
take her.
6. "Don't tell me I was out of line, Captain.
First, he kidnapped me and Sherandar. He kept us prisoners and tried to starve
us to death. Then he had Sherandar kidnapped again, but this time he tortured
her. Afterwards, he tried to cover up his crime by attempting to sink the boat.
I don't care if I yell from the uppermost spire on the Saint James bridge. I
want that man permanently stopped. I want him brought to justice. And I will see
that bastard pay," Quazar snapped.
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