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Written in Blood Chapter 3 is now up
The story continues… A short excerpt from Chapter 3
"Gazing at the entry, what appeared to be vapor puffed between the door and floor. Creeping across the floor, the mist gathered into a thick fog in an open spot. The smoke plumed upward in the middle of the room, solidifying.
The Countess, in a red, translucent nightgown, moved from the mist. I glanced at the door lock, the key hanging from the hole. In addition, the bolt still closed on the locked door. How had she? The haze boiled red and swirled around her as she sauntered toward me. She sat on the bed. She lifted the sheet from my body, dropping yellow rose petals from her fingers. They fluttered against my skin.
Her cold hand touched me, gently toying with the petals upon my belly. A fire erupted inside me, and I gasped, fully awake as the flames of craving her consumed me. I am not drawn to women. Her touch sent wicked-wild thoughts through my inner self while a hot passion passed from her, erupting into my body."
Written in Blood
Written in Blood Chapter Two is now up.
From Chapter Two.
Tall and shapely, she held a steady gaze in my direction, gazing upon me contemplatively. She wore a long black dress, which clung to her every curve. Not a spot of color about her attire, save a blood-red rose pinned on her left breast, above her heart.
"This is my humble home," she said. "Freely enter here, for your presence shall brighten this place. And when you depart from us - oh, my dear, you must leave something of your happiness behind to remind us of you. Welcome, I am Countess Drago, make yourself at home in my ancestral abode."
I took her hand, we shook, the Countess dropped my hand, put her arms around me, and drew me to her, holding me against her for the briefest of moments.
When the woman's cheek grazed mine, I realized her touch was as cold as the night's frostiness I had left moments before; despite this, a thrilling sensation from her flesh rushed to my own.
Written in Blood
Between now and Halloween, I will post all eight chapters of my new Novella, Written in Blood. Inspired by my love of the novel Dracula, this is the first book in what I hope to be a Trilogy of Terror.
From the first chapter of Written in Blood:
The woman's face grew ashen. Her eyes darkened within her pale features, and her lip trembled as she beheld me. At once, the peasant woman hustled her girl into the coach.
Turning to me, she crossed herself, "God protect you."
She reached behind her neck, unclasped, and removed her necklace with its small crucifix. Bustling over to me, the middle-aged mother placed the cross around my neck.
"May this give you protection from all the dread, terrors of the night."
Happy reading Written in Blood
The Case of the Rich Man's Wife was written for Hammered - an Ode to Mickey Spillane Story Event. However, I didn't use Mickey Spillane for my noir inspiration. I used the writings of Raymond Chandler, Earl Stanely Garnder, and Dashiell Hammett as my motivation sources.
Hopefully, you'll find the story interesting.
From the files of Theodora Drummond, Private Investigator. Travel with Theo as she strolls through a tangled hornets' nest in the seamy world of 1945 New York City. A time when the police will look the other way for a five-dollar bribe. She's searching for Florence Randolph, the missing wife of the third richest man in America. But all is not as it seems, either Randolph wishes to hurt his wife, or she desires to kill him.
The story consist of a prolog and 7 chapters.
The Case of the Rich Man's Wife
Every hand one of those itches, the kind you can't quite reach? Our narrator has one, something he has had for a very long time. All he has to do is find a pretty young boy to do the scratching. A middle-aged man seeks out some fun of a sexual nature. Spotting a young twink in a bar, realizing the boi's for hire, he has an adventure in a gay club, with a femboi young enough to be his son. Wait for it; there is some incest! Oh, my!
Brief Moments With a Hot Twink
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