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Illicit

Whoopsie. I’m a day late and a dollar short… well, just a day late.

As always, I had good intentions but my Friday went a little more pear shaped than I had anticipated, so I didn’t get to post. And then I had good intentions of doing it first thing this morning, but that didn’t happen either. But I am here… and I’m currently working on a post for today… to cover ‘I’ and I’ll take advantage of the rest day tomorrow to post for ‘J’. Hopefully I’m not stretching the A to Z Challenge rules too much!

So first, ‘I’… and my promised ‘I’ inspiration: illicit, infatuated or indecent.

I’ve decided to go with illicit, which is defined as forbidden by rules, law or custom. And, once I’d read that definition, I decided that I had to give you a little Gabriella and Antonio. So the next step in their illicit rendezvous is below.


Walking out of the wine bar, I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me up. Everything felt a little unreal, like everything had been slowed down and, as I stepped out onto the footpath, I stumbled slightly. Antonio reached out, his huge hands coming to rest on my hips as he steadied me.

“Thank you,” I said, fighting a blush as I got my feet back underneath me.

“You’re welcome,” Antonio replied with an incline of his head.

I stepped forward, starting to head towards my apartment. “I, uh, I’m down this way.”

As we began to walk, Antonio dropped his hands and I immediately missed their warmth. I wasn’t a small woman and his huge hands almost spanned the width of my hips. I wondered what those hands would feel like against my bare skin and immediately shivered. Then I started thinking about why his hands would come to be on my skin. And I wondered again what the hell I was doing.

I started walking faster towards my apartment, trying to burn off some nervous energy. Antonio kept up easily, his long legs matching pace with my much shorter ones. As we reached my front door, he put out a hand to stop me.

“You are nervous, yes?” he asked, his head tilting sideways as he watched my face.

“Uh, um, uh. Well, yes,” I said, looking at the ground. “I am.”

He reached forward, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “It’s okay to be nervous. But please remember, you are in control. Nothing will happen unless you want it to.” 

I nodded, and he lifted my face towards him. 

“But,” Antonio grinned. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to kiss you now.” 

“Oh.” Blinking stupidly, I couldn’t find words. His gaze was steady, and patient, waiting for my answer, but his hands had somehow made themselves back to my hips and I could feel his thumbs rubbing softly against my hip bones. As he rubbed, my whole body seemed to pulse. I struggled to think clearly but his touch felt so good, I knew I wanted more. 

“Yes?” 

“Yes.”


And there it is, a little more of Gabriella and Antonio… I promise I won’t leave you hanging but there’s a lot of April to go!

See you tomorrow…

(Broken) Heart

Tonight I was planning on going old-school with my ‘H’ inspiration as heart.

And I was planning to go down a more positive route. But inspiration isn’t really hitting tonight and, what I really want to do, is introduce you to my current main character, Katherine Montgomery.

This is a scene from my current work-in-progress that I won’t be using in its current form. It is, however, one of the first things I wrote when Katherine started to speak to me and, while it’s rough, I love this scene.

I warn you though it’s inspired more by broken heart than heart!

Adult content below.


Katherine breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped her key into the lock. Arriving home after a fourteen hour day at work, she hoped that Anthony, her boyfriend of the last 9 months, had left her some of the Thai takeaway that he’d been planning to bring over for dinner. She was starving and wanted, in order, Thai food, a hot shower and her big comfortable bed.

Walking further into her apartment, Katherine dropped her handbag and keys on the hall table and looked around. She’d expected to find Anthony sprawled on her couch with a container of Pad Thai, drinking a beer and watching the rugby games he’d recorded on her DVR last weekend. Instead, the couch was empty, the television off and Anthony was nowhere to be found.

Slipping out of her shoes and wandering into the kitchen, Katherine found the kitchen as clean as when she’d left that morning. No dishes in the sink, no takeout containers on the counter. She wondered if Anthony had been caught up at work too and wandered back to the hall table to grab her iPhone but there were no messages or missed calls. Odd, she’d have to give him a call and find out what happened.

Deciding to get changed out of her work clothes before she started to forage for food or called Anthony, Katherine padded down the hallway in bare feet towards her bedroom. She’d barely formed the thought that it was strange her bedroom door was closed before she opened it and stopped dead in her tracks. There, on the bed in front of her was her boyfriend, pants crumpled around his ankles, ploughing into what appeared to be a very naked blonde from behind. 

Katherine felt the lump form solidly in her chest as her eyes took in the pretty pink sundress tossed carelessly across her bedside table and the blue men’s shirt hanging artlessly from the antique coat rack in the corner. She’d bought that shirt for Anthony last Christmas. It matched his eyes. Strappy sandals and pieces of pale pink lace lingerie blazed a trail across the floor. A bright blue condom wrapper lay on the bed beside them, stark against the white sheets.

At least they’re practicing safe sex, Katherine thought choking back a laugh as she bordered on the edge of hysteria. Between the closed door, the rhythmic moaning and the slapping sounds they made as he took her so roughly, they’d obviously not heard her come in. Taking a deep breath, Katherine spoke. Loudly.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Anthony’s head whipped around and he stopped mid-thrust, causing his partner to mewl in dissatisfaction. 

“Baby. You’re not supposed to be home for ….” He turned his head to look at the alarm clock beside the bed and Katherine could see it as awareness dawned on his face. He’d miscalculated.

Katherine watched, somewhat horrified, as Anthony stepped back and slipped out of the girl beneath him. He began to walk towards her, his hand out as if he was calming a wild animal, his still erect penis bouncing up against his stomach.

“Baby…” he began, halting his progress across the room as she held her hand up to stop him.

Gathering all of the wits she had left, Katherine straightened up, looking Anthony in the eye. Quietly, she spoke. “I’m going out. I’ll be out for an hour. You and your friend will be gone by the time I get back. And, please, leave your key on the table.”

As she turned and left the room, Katherine thought that the smirk on Anthony’s face would haunt her until the day she died.


So that’s Katherine. You should know, I write romance and, while I like my angst, I like my endings happy ever after. So never fear… Anthony will get his!

See you back here tomorrow for ‘I’… I can’t decide between illicit, infatuated or indecent. Check back to see where I go!