"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. Comments are closed.
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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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