 "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 a Library Journal Self-e Selection, 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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