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Winner winner chicken dinner!

Recently I entered a five thousand word story in the inaugural Romance Writers of Australia Spicy Bites competition. The competition required a romantic short story, with a ‘happy ever after’ or a ‘happy for now’ ending, and a sexually explicit storyline. It also required writers to include the specified theme of ‘tattoos.’chamaedrys-424906_1920

I wrote a piece called ‘Forget-Me-Not’ about Abigail, a young woman finding love again after grief and loss. My aim was to be one of the entries chosen to be published in the RWA anthology.

Instead, I WON!

When the call came, I was nursing a friend’s nine week old baby so couldn’t really jump around the room the way I wanted to, but I was pretty excited nonetheless! And Forget-Me-Not will be published as part of the Spicy Bites – Tattoos anthology later this year.  I’ve signed my very first publishing agreement and I’m IMG_1329going to be able to be bought on Amazon!

Now, I should head back into the writing cave – or at least to the writing couch – and get some more words down on my works in progress, but I can’t wait for you to meet Abigail, and her man Levi.  Spicy Bites – Tattoos should be available in mid-August and, as soon as links are available, you’ll be the first to know!

 

Photo of the beautiful forget-me-nots free from pixabay.com

 

 

W for Warm

Today’s A to Z Challenge inspiration is brought to you by the letter ‘W’ and the word ‘warm’.

It’s a little more of Gabriella and Antonio. If you haven’t caught up with them, the beginning of their story started in the post for ‘E’ and continued with ‘I’.


Warm. I felt warm from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. He slanted his lips over mine, gently sliding then sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. My hands came up to clench the material of his shirt, pressing into the hard muscle of his chest. This wasn’t my first kiss, it wasn’t my second or my third. But it was the best kiss I’d ever experienced and I guessed I shouldn’t be surprised. It was his profession after all.

“Should we go inside?” he asked, dipping his head to suck on the skin beneath my ear.

“Yes,” I agreed, turning in his embrace and struggling to put my key in the lock. Eventually, with some effort, I managed to open the door and stepped inside, Antonio close behind. But once inside I stopped, with no idea what to do next.

Antonio reached up, easing my coat from my shoulders and taking my handbag, dropping them both on the hall table. 

“Whatever you want,” he murmured, reaching up to touch my cheek and smiling. “How about that wine?”

I nodded, moving quickly into hostess mode, taking a bottle of nebbiolo from my wine rack and pulling two large wine glasses from the rack. I busied myself with pouring while Antonio leaned in the doorway, legs crossed at the ankle and his hands buried in his pockets. I held out a glass to him and he crossed to me in two long steps.

“Cheers.”


See you tomorrow for X marks the spot…