OKAY, this was a favorite from the start. People were swayed by the voice even if they weren’t PNR peeps.
A couple things before rushing on tho 😉
- A BIG thanks to all our entrants. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it. I’d love to hear from you what you got out of it too.
- A lot of people are asking if I’ll do this again. If I do, it won’t be soon. The amount of time (probably over 40 hours all told) that doesn’t build an income thread is a lot since this is (sadly) under the work umbrella. BUT, I had tons of fun, so watch for it down the road.
- Sidenote: Several people have suggested I have an entry fee since the feedback is active and the prize is pretty darn awesome! I’ve been reading up on paid contests and the legalities are a little insane, so…unless someone’s a lawyer who specializes in this and wants to help…. yeah, no.
- FINALLY: the winner wrote something that was hotter than my blog typically is, so you’ll see a link to find the rest of it over on hers 😉
AND HERE WE GO:
A few years ago
Dorran took a step into the hotel room situated above one of the taverns in the Temple Bar District and cursed every undying god he knew of.
He had been searching for his female, his mate, for almost a thousand years and she had been in this very room within the last twenty-four hours.
And he had missed her.
Roaring so that the generic decorations and frames on the walls rattled, he placed his palms flat against the door frame and hung his head, taking in deep breaths of the scent that electrified each and every hair on his body, that set fire to the blood rushing through his veins.
She smelled like sea spray and a sky full of heavy rain clouds and her absence opened up a yawning ache where his heart should be.
Eyes slanting open with an eerie glow he caught in the small mirror above the dresser, he took in another strong breath and didn’t conceal the satisfaction of knowing his female’s pleasure-drenched scent. She had been alone when she’d touched the hot place between her legs, and for that he might thank the gods he’d just cursed.
Her scent told him she was strong, powerful. More than a match for him. And he wanted her with a longing that compromised his judgement.
ANNE’s first documented foray into fiction was in 4th grade when she wrote a story about a group of orcas and dolphins in boy/girl pairs who were trying to figure out who was wreaking havoc in the local ecosystem. (Hint: it was the nefarious sea-gang, The Sharks.) Nowadays she’s writing paranormal romance, erotica, and erotic romance– lesbian, straight, menage, and moresomes… oh, my!– and can be counted on to break into geeky references to animated shows from the 90s and cult favorites like Boondock Saints, Firefly, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Sailor Moon. Ye be forewarned.