 "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.
They hurt. 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. |
Pauline WestPauline West's first novel, EVENING’S LAND, is winner of the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation Award and recipient of the Carol Marie Smith Memorial Scholarship for the NOEPE Center of Literary Arts. Categories
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