Friday Flash Fiction

Happy Friday! It’s been a long week and I’m glad it’s over. I’ll kick off the weekend with another Flash Fiction story for you. Enjoy!

This week’s theme: Moonlight

Moonlight by Lily Graison
592 words

“Just ignore it. There’s no one there.” Her over-active imagination played havoc on her mind. Glancing into the forest every few steps, Lara had the eerie sensation that someone was watching her. It had her paranoid. The utter darkness that made up the surrounding forest was suffocating and her stride widened while she walked along the highway.
But what if it’s a something instead? She frowned as she thought the last and gave another look to her right before taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. “There’s no such thing as the boogieman. Now stop scaring yourself and get a grip.”
The clicking of her heels on the pavement was the only sound Lara had heard for the last thirty minutes and she concentrated on the sound to try and distract her mind. The air was stale and stagnant with the smells drifting from the forest as she walked the yellow line along the edge of the road. A full moon lit her way on the deserted highway as she looked for someone to help her and she was grateful for its light. The road was lit well, but seeing the unfortunate choice of shoes she had made earlier that morning, it was a small comfort. Her business pumps had already forced a blister on her left foot, the pain of it was noticed with every step she took. The constant clicking of her heels seemed to echo around her but the noise was a distraction. It helped to keep her mind off of things she’d rather not think about.
Her drive back to the place she’d spent her childhood had been uneventful until now. Miles of back roads had gone unnoticed and she drove through every small town without any thought other than getting her grandparents affairs in order and getting back home. She had just crossed the Georgia line over into South Carolina when her car had lunged forward and sputtered before it finally gave a hissing squeal and died.
Ten minutes of looking under the hood, for what, she had no clue, had done nothing but smear grease on her hands and caused a string of curses to escape her lips before she kicked the front of the car out of frustration. It was just her luck. Things had not been going well for her the past two months, why would today be any different?
The area she had found herself stranded in was as ghostly as they came. Not a single car had passed her on the road as she drove, and the last town she’d been through was over twenty miles back. So, she did the only thing she could do. She set off walking to find help. It seemed like the logical thing to do at first but now, as she walked the darkened highway, she had the odd sensation of being watched.
Her fear of the unknown caused a frightened laugh to break the silence around her before she stopped and stared into the forest.

“Get a grip, girl. There’s nothing there–see?” Lara strained her eyes to see anything beyond the darkened outline of trees, but even with the bright glow of the moon, nothing could be seen. She crossed her arms over her chest and held herself tightly as her gaze scanned the surrounding forest. The light wind that had been rustling the tree branches stopped suddenly and the hair on her arms stood on end. The sensation she felt that someone was watching her increased, along with her heart rate.

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Tuesday Teaser

Welcome to today’s Tuesday Teaser! I have a small excerpt from The Calling, Book 1 in the Night Breeds series.

In a world where the supernatural isn’t supposed to exist, one woman comes face to face with the monsters and fights to survive their call.

Investigative reporter Rayna Ford is sent to the small community of Wolf’s Creek to write an expose on a town supposedly over run with werewolves. Assuming the inhabitants to be under a mass delusion, she learns quickly that all isn’t as it seems. Their plans involve more than a newspaper article and her life hangs in the balance as their motive for luring her to them is revealed.

Garrett Kincaid knows a thing or two about werewolves. He is one. After leaving his pack, he’s spent the last twelve years pretending to be something he isn’t. His closely guarded secret threatens to destroy him when he meets Rayna Ford, the woman his wolf has claimed as his own. When he learns the pack has lured Rayna to them in order to get to him, he races to Wolf’s Creek to protect her from the very thing he fears the most. Himself.

The power struggle within the pack becomes clear once Garrett reaches his old home and learns of the pack’s plans for Rayna. The beast lurking beneath his skin is torn between protecting the woman he wants to call mate and keeping the balance within the pack on neutral ground. When choosing a side no longer matters, he does what he must to save his mate, even if that means making one of the most difficult decisions of his life.

When the stakes are high, and lives hang in the balance, can you ignore life as you know it to answer…The Calling.

Excerpt

Jacob was staring out the window when they stopped behind him and he eased the door open. “It’s clear,” he said. “No movement and I don’t smell anyone.”

Garrett put his hand on her shoulder and eased her toward the door. “What’s the shortest path to the creek?”

“The shortest isn’t the best,” he said. “If we head toward the upper ridge first, we can lose them in the brush. Remember how it smells up there?”

Garrett nodded and his nose crinkled. “Which way?”

“Run straight for the woodshed,” Jacob said. “There’s a path just behind it. When it veers to the left, turn right, through the brush. There’s no path but keep a straight line and we’ll be fine.”

Rayna nodded and peeked out the door. The shed was on the left side of the house, half hidden by a dense growth of trees. Her heart was in her throat and she swallowed to get the lump forming to clear. Garrett gave her one last look before placing his hand on her back and nodding to Jacob, who slung the door open.

Her feet hit the planks on the porch hard and she jumped the step to the ground, running hell bent for the woodshed. When she was behind it, she turned her head to see if Garrett was indeed following her and froze. She had a perfect view of the front of the cabin and what she saw nearly stopped her heart. Dozens of people were lined along the trees and the number of wolves was too numerous to count. Seeing them the night before had scared her, seeing them in the light of day terrified the hell out of her. They ranged in colors from black to red, gold and brown. They were all huge; those on four legs were crouched low to the ground and the ones standing erect towered to dizzying heights.

Jacob finally ran behind the shed, Garrett right behind him. She turned, running for the trail and hoped like hell Garrett was still with her. She’d kick his ass if he ditched her now.

Jacob took the lead and she could hear the heavy footfalls of Garrett behind her. She ran until her lungs ached from the effort and her muscles burned from exertion trying to keep up with Jacob with not much luck. He darted through the vegetation like a spry rabbit, dodging trees and logs, jumping them with an ease born of a creature used to the forest. A fallen tree limb buried in the underbrush caught her foot, tripping her, and she tried not to scream as she fell. Garrett caught her before she hit the ground.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

She panted for breath and nodded her head at him. He wasn’t even winded, she noticed. He smiled and said, “Do you trust me?” She wanted to say, “Of course,” but couldn’t get enough air into her lungs to do so.

He winked at her and she managed a small squeak when he grabbed her and lifted her off the ground. She barely got her arms around his neck before he was running again.

Rayna held on, burying her face in his neck as the trees sped by in a blur. Her stomach felt queasy as she watched them and eventually closed her eyes as he raced through the forest.

The faint sound of running water reached her long minutes later and Garrett slowed before coming to a complete stop. Rayna lifted her head, looking behind them and saw nothing but forest. Looking at Jacob she saw him turning in a circle with an odd look on his face.

When he turned toward them, she knew something was wrong. “What is it?”

“Shh,” Garrett said, his hold on her tightening. He turned his head, scanning the forest and her heart raced when he eased her to the ground. “Go to Jacob,” he said, quietly.

She didn’t argue. Jacob grabbed her arm the moment she reached him and pulled her close to his body. Like Garrett, he was barely winded but he held himself as stiff as Garrett was. They sensed something she couldn’t.

Looking up at him confirmed it. His gaze was fixed over the rise, and she turned her head to look. Movement in the trees, brief flashes of shapes darted amongst the brush and when she saw the first wolf jump toward them, she screamed.

Jacob grabbed her with both hands, one over her mouth, before he turned, looking behind him and started pulling her away. She screamed into his hand, her heels scoring the ground as the area filled with wolves. When the first howl echoed through the trees, she looked toward Garrett, her eyes widening as she encountered a sight she never wanted to see.

He was changing. Shifting into the wolf.

Tears burnt her eyes as she watched his bones shift under his skin, lengthening and reshaping, his flesh convulsing as the clear liquid she’d seen on Bryce dripped and slid off his body. Thick hair grew in wild patches, racing down his limbs, his clothes ripping as he grew larger. His face contorted, his mouth elongating as teeth sharp enough to break bones sprang forth. He lifted his head and howled, the sound causing every hair on her body to stand on end. She was crying in earnest by the time Jacob picked her up and darted through the trees, away from Garrett and the dozens of wolves he faced alone.


The Calling
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Words: 63,000
Released: February 2010
Rating: Sultry
Price: $2.99

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Six Sentence Sunday

This week’s contribution to Six Sentence Sunday comes from my novel Destined Hearts, a 73,000 word contemporary romance novel published in 2008. To find out more about this book, and read an excerpt, visit the Destined Hearts Book Page on my website.

It grew quiet and Caitlyn chewed her bottom lip. Her imagination ran wild with wondering what he was doing and she peeked through the crack in the doors, thinking he’d left the room.

She was wrong of course. He’d turned his back to her. Her eyes widened when he pushed his pants down over his hips.

The sight of his naked backside met her gaze and her mouth gaped open.

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Friday Flash Fiction

I’m going to try to keep this up weekly as well, so for today, I have an piece from one of my many WIP stories.

This week’s theme: Sword

The Warlord by Lily Graison
(571 words – excerpt from WIP story, The Warlord)

Brielle knew her death would be swift as warriors ran like locust across the battlefield. They darkened the horizon, their battle cries roared in her ears and froze her body in fear. A month of training wasn’t enough regardless of what Dalek told her. Years of it wouldn’t have prepared her for this.

“Remember what I’ve taught you,” Dalek said. “The fear will only kill you faster. Keep your eye on the enemy and aim true. You’re a warrior now. Think like one.”

She looked to her left, glancing at him by her side.

“Stick by my side and run if you have to.”

She nodded her head and steadied her nerves. She could do this. She had to.

Stiffening her spine, she pushed her helmet up again. Her sword felt heavy suddenly, her body fatigued.

Inhaling deeply, she turned and faced the rushing army. How she’d survived this long was a miracle in itself. Weeks hiding amongst these warriors and she still stood. Her body ached, her mind numb in fear, yet every new battle was a test of her endurance. If her father could only see her now. Would he praise her for her resilience or curse her for her stupidity?

With a battle cry of her own, Brielle hefted the sword above her head, swinging it in a wide arch when she was rushed. She focused on her target, dodging his blows and wielding her own as she’d been taught.

She was half blind by the helmet she had stolen. The heavy piece constricted her line of sight and hindered more than it helped. She pushed it up with her shoulder, turned and deflected a blow swung at her back.

Time stood still, her actions one of practiced determination and just enough skill to have let her survive as long as she had. The men rushing down the hill overwhelmed them in minutes. The fallen men at her feet she knew were the lucky ones. They’d not have to suffer the way she would if she were found.

A roar loud enough to shake the ground caught everyone off guard and the battle slowed to a standstill. Brielle turned when the others did, peering behind them as the sound of clanking metal and harsh battle cries drifted across the valley.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” Dalek said. “Stay behind me.”

Men numbering in the hundreds topped the hill. Brielle could only gape when they rushed the field, leaving nothing in their wake but turned earth behind them. Those around her ran, some to face the men coming toward them, others fleeing.

“Oh goddess, help us,” she whispered.

Dalek held his swords in front of him. Crouching low to the ground. She took a step behind him, mimicking his movement. When he straightened all of a sudden, and turned his head to look at her, she raised an eyebrow in question.

“The hill,” he said.

Brielle looked back up the rise. A lone warrior on a horse now sat there and she watched him in rapt fascination. His silhouette against the dying sun made him appear larger than life. He was broad shouldered, sitting tall upon his horse. His black armor held an unearthly gleam in the filtered light as he viewed the scene below. It only took her a breath to realize he was the man the others spoke of in hushed whispers.

The Warlord.

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Tuesday Teaser

I’ll be sharing Teasers on Tuesday with you all and today, is an excerpt from Wicked: Tempt Me Not, Book 1 in the Wicked series.

Devin Shaw, front man for the band, Wicked, is forced into seclusion by his manager after his destructive behavior almost destroys the band. Sent to a remote cabin alone isn’t Devin’s idea of fun, but to save his career, he’ll do what it takes.

Holly Baker, escaping the hassles of her big city life, arrives in the mountains of Tennessee and awaits the arrival of her friend, Roxy, to start their two-week vacation. Their plans change drastically when Roxy is called away at the last minute, leaving Holly to fend for herself.

Devin and Holly’s worlds collide when a mix up strands them in the same cabin. Alone with nothing but each other for companionship, how will Holly react when she realizes she’s trapped with none other than the hottest lead singer the country has seen in years? Will Devin be able to work with a constant distraction the pretty brunette offers? Or will the two discover that sometimes temptation is a wicked dessert best served hot!

Excerpt

Devin wrote down the next string of notes and tossed his pen down, staring at what he’d written. He played it again, satisfied with the way it sounded.

He looked at the page again, shaking his head in disgust before laying his guitar down. Half an hour and he’d written a whole two lines. Every time he got a good rhythm going, thoughts of Holly would sidetrack him and he forgot everything he’d just played.

This is exactly why Curt wanted him alone. Any distraction, especially a woman, and his time would be wasted. Curt may be an ass at times, but he knew what he was talking about.

Thoughts of Holly still rattled through his head. He didn’t know what to do about their current situation. She hadn’t mentioned it this morning but he assumed his little stunt at breakfast might have been why. She’d barely spoken three words to him.

He still didn’t know why he felt the need to irritate her. Maybe because he was used to fucking girls blind and leaving them right where they lay? The last woman he actually talked to was his ex and she turned out to be just another groupie trying to find a free ride. Holly was far from groupie material.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked to the stairs.

His mouth watered an instant later.

Holly was at the top of the stairs in nothing more than tiny scraps of red material. The bathing suit she wore had to be the most sinful thing he’d seen in years.

He loved it.

Two small triangles placed over her breast were just big enough to cover her nipples, which were pebbled to perfection and clearly seen through the thin material. Round, firm, golden breast met his gaze; he licked his lips involuntarily as she took the first step down.

Her stomach was taut; a slim waist gave way to full hips and tantalizing thighs. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to have them wrapped around his head while she rode his face.

She reached the bottom of the stairs, never once turning her head to look at him, and he nearly moaned out loud when she passed the sofa and he saw her backside. The g-string bottom made her ass look delectable. The sun had definitely kissed this goddess in places he wanted to explore himself. Her wiggling little ass begged him to touch it…and he would before the week was out.

She was out the front door before his brain could process the fact she was leaving.

He blinked, turning his head to stare back at the unlit fireplace and a slow smile curved his lips. His cock twitched and he looked down, an obvious erection straining against the material was almost uncomfortable now that he noticed it.

He grinned and stood, his new song forgotten as he walked around the couch. How could he work when tempted like that?

Someone wanted to play and he liked the sound of this game.

* * *

Holly sank into the pool, letting out the breath she’d been holding. She practically ran all the way to the hot spring, hoping to burn away her embarrassment.

It took every bit of courage she had to parade around in front of Devin like that, but she’d seen him out of the corner of her eye. The man was all but drooling. She grinned at the thought. Innocent little Holly Baker had caused a man to gawk at her like she was a sex goddess. And not just any man. Devin Shaw…a rock star.

She sighed as the warmth from the hot spring and the noonday sun relaxed her muscles. She straightened her legs, reclining back into the molded rock she rested on.

The morning had been less than pleasurable but now she felt vindicated. Sure it was just a little flaunt down the stairs in a barely there bikini but the look on his face was revenge enough.

She still wasn’t sure what to do about him. Could she spend the next two weeks under the same roof with him and not go completely insane? Less than twenty-four hours and he had already brought on thoughts of violence.

They needed to find a solution to their problem, but seeing how he hadn’t mentioned it, she figured he was as determined to stay as she was.

A loud crack of popping branches startled her. She looked toward the path, holding back a smile when she saw Devin standing by the side of the spring.

Just as suspected. She knew he would follow her.

He grinned at her before starting to remove his boots. She didn’t know how long he had been standing there but from the smile on his face, it was longer than she would have liked. “What do you want?”

“Just a little peace and quiet,” Devin smiled, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.


Holly watched the thin material of his shirt uncover hard, toned muscles, inch by inch, and she swallowed heavily when she realized she was staring.

The smirk was back on his face and she mentally shook herself to regain focus. “I’m using the pool at the moment.” She winced as her words came out in a breathy whisper and the smile on Devin’s face only increased.

“Don’t mind sharing,” Devin said, tossing his shirt aside.

“Well, I do. I came out here to get away from you.”

“Oh, I’m crushed,” Devin laughed. “You can always just leave.”

She watched him reach for the buttons of his jeans. “I don’t think so and you better have a bathing suit on under those.”

“And if I don’t?”

He smirked at her and she knew in that moment he was wearing nothing but skin under those jeans.

The game had just taken a major turn. She upped the stakes by parading around practically naked. And what did you really expect? Did you honestly think he’d just smile and let you walk away? Of course he wouldn’t.

He locked eyes with her and Holly met his gaze. Her earlier bravado diminished with every passing second but she was determined to play the game anyway he wanted to.

He popped the first button open on the button-fly jeans and Holly swallowed loudly. With each popped button more skin was exposed. If possible, the smile on his face only brightened.

A thin patch of fine hair that ran from just under his navel and disappeared into the confines of his jeans came into her line of sight. Holly’s pulse quickened and she had to force herself to not look away.

He was definitely not wearing anything under the jeans. Slim hips gave way to long, toned thighs, and she almost screamed when he pushed the pants down to his knees.

Lord help her, the man was beautiful!

His cock was impressive. She could tell he wasn’t completely hard but even in this semi-hard state, it made things low in her belly clench. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat, her gaze sweeping up his torso and landing on his face.

The look he gave her caused her stomach to clench again. She licked her lips, inhaling deeply, and tried to look disinterested.

He kicked his jeans away, gave her his trademark smirk, and climbed into the pool.

A small chuckle from him was all it took for her face to burn hot. She felt heat run down her neck, her throat tightened, and her heart raced in her chest.


Holly knew she had to move. She’d make a fool of herself if she didn’t. She turned her head, looking at the surrounding mountains and could feel Devin’s eyes on her.

Her flesh burned because of it.

Taking a deep breath, she stood and turned to look at him.

The smug look on his face made her instantly regret it. She rolled her eyes before taking the few steps to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

“Don’t leave on my account.”

“Drop dead,” Holly mumbled as she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her. Devin’s laughter had her biting her tongue as she slipped her feet back into her sandals.

“I have to admit, sweetheart, that little scrap of material gave me the best hard on in years,” he told her as he leaned his head to the side while he stared at her. “Although you without it… Are you going to give me another show like you did last night?”

Holly rolled her eyes before she turned around to look at him. She grinned before securing the towel at her waist. “Well, I’m glad you like it,” she said with a wide smile. “I guess I can just live out the rest of my life knowing that bad boy Devin Shaw found me attractive. How fortunate I feel to have met your approval.”

Devin continued to smile and the fact that he didn’t say anything caused Holly’s temper to flair. Why couldn’t he be back at the cabin, panting like the dog he is, and wishing for something he couldn’t have? Because that’s not how Devin works. He takes what he wants and at the moment, judging from the leer and the forming erection, he wants you.

She almost growled in frustration, grabbed her things, and turned, stomping off into the forest.

A low chuckle was the only response Devin could come up with. As he sat there in the stillness of the forest, the appeal of the hot spring wasn’t as attractive now that the fiery brunette wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Standing, Devin climbed from the pool, slipped his jeans back on and grabbed his boots and shirt, running up the trail after her.


Genre: Contemporary Romance
Words: 23,067
Released: August 2008
Rating: Sultry
Price: $2.99

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Six Sentence Sunday

I’ve seen this on several blogs lately and thought it looked like fun. I’ll be doing one every week here on the blog, the excerpts coming from my published books and the WIP’s (works in progress) I have going. This week, we have 6 sentences from my current WIP, His Brother’s Wife…Book 1 in the new Historical Western Romance series I’m writing.

Her wet skin made the material of her gown nearly transparent. She raised the towel to her chest before lifting her chin a notch. “Do you mind?”

His gaze settled back to her face as his smile widened. “Not at all. Feel free to get naked in my kitchen anytime you like.”

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Game of Thrones

I finally caught up on my TV time and watched HBO’s new series, Game of Thrones. I’m sorry I waited so long. Of course, if I had kept up with it weekly, I would have driven myself batty. I Loved every minute of it! I wanted more immediately and filming hasn’t even begun on season two, yet. So what’s a girl to do? Why, go buy the books and read what happens next, of course. They’ll be shipping from Amazon very soon and I cannot wait to get my hands on them!

I’m not sure what I was expecting when I started watching. I knew it was a sci-fi/fantasy/medieval type setting and I like nothing better than watching men swing their swords. *cough* The fantasy aspects were great, too. The ‘creatures’ in the north, legends of mystical dragons and a Warlord that even I swooned over.

Kahl Drogo is my type of hero. A man who is hard, cunning, barbaric, domineering and caring. *sigh* He made me think of my own ‘Warlord’ story. I’ve never finished it of course but I’ve wanted to! I drag it out and play with it from time to time. I even excerpted it here on the blog not long ago. You can find it here if you’re interested in reading it.

The thing I found so enthralling with this epic tale is the fact the ‘heroes’ aren’t necessarily the ones who ‘win’. (Or they haven’t so far) They actually die. I know. I got a sad when that happened (I won’t spoil you as to ‘who’ actually died) but I still loved it. It made it heart wrenching to watch and made you cheer for the remaining ‘good guys’. By the end of episode 10, I was on the edge of my seat! How could it just…end, right there! I needed more. And fast. Hence, the hasty Amazon purchase. lol

I’ll be on pins and needles waiting to ‘see’ season two but I’ll have my books by the end of the week. I’ll know in advance what happens and, as everyone knows, the books are ALWAYS better than the TV/Movie. I can’t wait to start reading them! If I go MIA again, you can find my in King’s Landing…watching the good guys battle it out for the Seven Kingdoms!

And just because I couldn’t resist…the Dothraki Warlord, Kahl Drogo!!!

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