"You know how dreams give you a jolt, and all of a sudden you’re falling? It was like that. My heart skipped, and I went tumbling.
We sank so far into that kiss it was like the earth split apart and let us through, straight down into that whirlpool all lovers fall through: we victims of gravity, tangling like ropes, our hands trapped in warm hair, our teeth flashing wet in the dark.
Dane and I kissed, holding each other tight. We were goblet to goblet, tongues searching shamelessly deep.
And a womb is a wanting thing."
from Stalker: a Gothic Thriller by Pauline West
"His kisses trailed sideways, lingeringly, traveling down my throat, my shoulder. Leaving a wake of fire as though he held a lit match in his teeth.
I knew he was biting me, but how can I explain this? - I didn't mind.
It was as though I existed for this. For Dane to come along and cut me open with his teeth, expertly teasing out desire between us as though it were a moth, a third and separate creature entirely.
I fluttered, floated, died; I rose again.
The window faded pale, flared scarlet, ran with dark..."
Excerpt from my novella, Stalker: A Gothic Thriller, available here.
STALKER. The eerie, obsessive attraction between a restless woman and a dangerous traveler tips into madness.
CHILDREN. It’s movie night on Three Bear Road... but your best friend is a budding psycho and your parents have been possessed by demons.
You’re nine years old.
The block party isn’t over until somebody’s dead...
In memory of a dear friend and grandfather-in-law. We loved you very much.
Robert E. "Bob" Schmidt,
We will keep you close always.
From a letter August 28th, 2015:
Dear, dear Bob,
I am so sad to hear of Pat's passing, but I know she is at peace now, and watching over you with all her love. "Sweetest dreams," as our Andrew wished her.
I want you to know that I look up to your great, lifelong love affair with your beautiful bride. Your deep love and respect for one another will always be an inspiration to us, and a torch Andrew and I will carry with us all our lives. The world needs more love, doesn't it?
There is a beautiful poem by Rumi that I find comfort in. I hope now it can bring you some measure of comfort as well.
"Now that you live in my chest,
anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.
What used to be pain is a lovely bench,
where we can rest under the roses." -Rumi
Sweetest dreams, dear lovely man.
This is a wild soul-book
Pauline West's books on Goodreads
Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance
ratings: 27 (avg rating 4.04)
ratings: 24 (avg rating 3.46)
Candlemoth Volume 2: How To Spend It
ratings: 10 (avg rating 4.40)
Candlemoth Book 3: A Twist of Fate
ratings: 6 (avg rating 4.17)
Stalker: A Gothic Thriller
ratings: 4 (avg rating 4.25)