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Warning this blog is for over 18's onlyShara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-3073665354470579282012-02-08T22:26:00.000+00:002012-02-08T22:26:14.916+00:00I Just Crept In to Say......<br />
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Shara xox<br />Shara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-33005313733452494542007-04-12T18:08:00.000+00:002007-04-12T18:10:45.855+00:00Drake's Downfall Chapter Two Part Two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMx8-PJ3GC0tZ9Eh1dpkdt2p2y-mFiR_ZJV-vt2UNz8Ooa1tvwNF8c5llapF0rFUY45AkVAY119VSpKxI-VF7nk0iMt2XkXwGtYm-n6XWiYzu41qC_JpJGBDOvShZLO9IvDi6l/s1600-h/Got-Milk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMx8-PJ3GC0tZ9Eh1dpkdt2p2y-mFiR_ZJV-vt2UNz8Ooa1tvwNF8c5llapF0rFUY45AkVAY119VSpKxI-VF7nk0iMt2XkXwGtYm-n6XWiYzu41qC_JpJGBDOvShZLO9IvDi6l/s320/Got-Milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052605608597602802" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Drake could not take the noise from the drawing room any longer. Had he not had an engagement with Lord Wellsey, maybe he would have been a little more tolerant of his errant brother this morning.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“For god’s sake Charles, this house is not a brothel and I would appreciate it if you would not treat it as such.” Drake boomed, storming into the drawing room. The sound of a loud pop met his ears and he shuddered. His cock twitched and lust ran red-hot through his veins. If he didn’t bed Georgetta soon he would be libel to go mad.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Come now, dear brother. You’ve never objected to my little parties before. What has changed?” Drake’s eyes were riveted on the scene before him. A scantily clad Kitty sat astride his naked brother, rocking back and forth and her bare breasts tantalisingly close to his willing mouth. His eyes half closed in ecstasy, Charles thrust upward, holding her in place and withdrew until only the head was nestled in her tight warm channel, his cock and balls glistening with Kitty’s juices. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Drake licked his lips, his erection growing by the second. Kitty wriggled and whimpered for Charles to plunge into her. He did so with a forceful jab of his hips and she screamed out her pleasure.<span style=""> </span>Drake balled his hands into fists. His cock grew painfully hard. He did not see Kitty and Charles before him, but Georgetta and himself. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">He closed his eyes to dismiss the vision, only to have it intensify. Georgetta’s scent assailed him and mingled with raw sex. He imagined her body, warm and lush - riding him hard and enticing him the way no other female had. Her full hips and substantially luscious ass would cushion their combined strokes. Her large, firm breasts would fill his hands to over flowing, and her cherry pink taut peaks begging to be nipped and suckled. He stifled a moan. Torture, pure torture.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“For the love of all that is holy, would you stop?” Drake could not hide the agony and need in his voice.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I am certain,” Charles panted. “That Miss Kitty would not find a little two on one play distasteful.” With a look designed to tempt and tease, Kitty eyed Drake over her shoulder, held her breast up to her mouth and allowed her tongue to flick over the hardened nub. Charles pulled apart her ass cheeks, exposing her puckered hole for Drake.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">A bead of sweat formed on Drake’s brow. His control neared breaking point, but still he couldn’t take his eyes from the couple. Would Georgetta be partial to two on one play? His cocked leaked pre-cum on seeing Charles wet his finger and rim Kitty’s anus. He slowly worked his finger in to the dark passage, Kitty groaned in sheer bliss, and her movements sped up. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Enough!” Drake bellowed. “The two of you cease this instant.” Startled, Kitty shrieked and jumped off Charles’ lap. Charles reached for her, but she was gathering her clothes and heading for the door. Drake dropped into a chair by the fireplace. The weight of his brother’s stare forced him to look up.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Do you take pleasure in what has transpired here this morning, <i style="">brother?</i>” Venom oozed from the lips of Charles.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I take no pleasure in seeing you squander your life in this manner,” Drake sighed. “Nor do I take delight in seeing you abuse my home and reputation, for any would-by whore who, crosses your path.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Would-be whore! I make the assumption Kitty could not have been a whore this, six months hence, when you found her a delightful bed mate. On the contrary, I presume this honour has only been bestowed recently. Indeed since she has warmed my bed.” Charles glared at him, resentment etched on his face.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Damn Charles, do you not see what is different? It has nought to do with whom you bed, but the manner in which you bed them. You practice no discretion. The whole of London speaks ill of your trysts, gambling and lost fortune. I, myself, am being tarred by the same brush.” Drake got up and paced in front of the fireplace. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Since when do you have need of reputation?” Charles scoffed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Since, I seek to take myself a wife.” Drake snarled.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“A wife! Surely you jest?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Jest, I have never been so certain in my life. And you may have ruined the one prospect of worth, with all your high jinks. I require you packed and be gone before noon.” The colour drained from Charles’ face. He visibly stiffened. “And woe betide you if, you dawdle.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You cannot be so cruel, brother. No, I forbid you to regard me in this manner. Where will I go, for one and I have no money to speak of?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I know not where you go, for I have but one consideration to contend with, which is no concern of yours.” Drake had had enough. The soonest his brother left the better. “Father has mentioned these past months of your absence from Ridings. Mayhap you go there.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Ridings! You would have me banished to the country in the height of the season?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I would not have you banished, as you put it, Sir, but I merely proffered an option for your dilemma. Either way, I care not what you do.” Drake stalked to the door and looked over his shoulder. “Remember, noon and no later.”</p>Shara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-13717883523751811302007-04-07T17:42:00.000+00:002007-04-07T17:45:00.134+00:00Drake's Downfall Chapter Two - Part One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqSpyQu_7DCQdvl4MTGn13LiK09dDY7FswAIPZ3leyXtp7Vn_mkJzGQSIUj8bQnCH96vk6yTgkGX65oSGLU4gh9N5ppJhCzlrJVudSSL-T42eMo0_WZr7TGA_9rhT8vbZppU3/s1600-h/manlysweatychest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqSpyQu_7DCQdvl4MTGn13LiK09dDY7FswAIPZ3leyXtp7Vn_mkJzGQSIUj8bQnCH96vk6yTgkGX65oSGLU4gh9N5ppJhCzlrJVudSSL-T42eMo0_WZr7TGA_9rhT8vbZppU3/s320/manlysweatychest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050743349544583090" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;"><b>Chapter Two</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p><br /> Sunlight streamed through the window, Georgetta winced and pulled the covers over her eyes. Last night she’d had very little sleep. She’d tossed and turned, even cried at the realisation of the truth. Drake had used her, but luckily someone had had the foresight to warn her.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Now miss, it’s a beautiful morning and your mama and papa are waiting in the dining room for you.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta let out a heavy sigh. “I am not hungry Tilly. Tell them I do not wish to be disturbed.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“What ails you Miss, are you unwell? Do I need to get Mr Simpson to call for the doctor?” A note of concern crept into Tilly’s voice.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Unwell, of course she was unwell. Had not her heart been torn into a thousand shreds? She felt utterly foolish at the folly into which Drake had led her. She would never be able to hold her head up high in polite society again. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“There is nothing wrong, I am not hungry and wish to be left alone, is all.” Georgetta tried her hardest not to sound impatient. She let out a squeak as the bed covers were pulled away from her. “Tilly!”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“It is not a day for you to be idle in bed Miss. If there is nowt’ wrong, then you can get up and meet your mama and papa.” <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Tilly, you are no longer my Nurse Maid, and have no right to treat me in the manner.” Georgetta tried to wrestle the cover from Tilly’s hands.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Mayhap you are right on that Miss, but I would not stand for this behaviour when you were a child and I will not do so now, either. Now, come along. Time is a wasting.” Tilly made one final tug on the bed clothes and they fell to the floor.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“See what you have done? The covers are on the floor and I am getting cold. I should speak to father of your impropriety. ” Georgetta pouted.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I am sure you should, but I am convinced that your father would agree with me. You n’er pouted and sulked as a child, and five and twenty years is not a time to start.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta flounced out of bed and stalked to the bathing room. “Does no one have any regard for me or my feelings anymore?”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Of course we do Miss, but not when you act like a child.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta wanted to scream. Instead she balled her hands into fists, and shut the door to the bathing room. Tilly had, mayhap, been given too many leeway over the years, but she did not have the heart to correct her manner. For Tilly had been kind and gentle with Georgetta as a child. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">She had been her rock, especially during the long nights when she had cried herself to sleep after her brothers’ untimely demise. Her behaviour may not be that of a normal servant and in a lot of circles would be frowned upon, but Georgetta would not have it any other way. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Steam rose from the tub and suddenly the idea of sinking into its warm depths held great appeal. She removed her night gown and stepped into the warm water. Through no control of her own, tears crept up on her and stung her eyes. Angrily, she batted them away.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Her own stupidity and Lord Winston’s unscrupulous behaviour played about her mind. Never had she been so gullible before. Other men had flattered her, had been prepared to marry her, but all for her fortune and title and not for herself. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">She had been no fool in this regard, so how had Lord Winston breached her defences? Her body shivered, despite the warm temperature of the water. His face played about her mind. Dark brown hair touching his collar, too long to be fashionable, gave ere to his appeal. Brown eyes encased in long lashes, gave way to high sculptured check bones. A woman would maim to possess features such as this. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Full lips and a strong jaw completed a perfect picture of a man, though his perpetual scowl, did give an air of the untouchable about him. His body - muscled with not an ounce of fat. This much she had learnt from their embrace last eve. Heat pooled in her belly and her breathe quickened. She shook her head to remove the image of him.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">No, she needed to forget Lord Winston and all of his overtures and resign herself to facts. She would not find a husband, within her own station. A husband would only be found to elevate his standing. Her title and money were the only things that made her desirable to any man. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Mayhap there was a chance a man of lower station and calling, would suit. Georgetta sighed, but her father would never allow her to marry beneath her station, unless… She heard the click of the latch and ceased her mindful meanderings. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Come Miss, your father grows impatient for your company.” Tilly stood holding out her gown.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta did not hurry to get ready. She spent the same time as she did everyday, not that it helped any, for she had not been graced with either the beauty of her mother or the handsomeness of her brother. If it had not been for the fervent assurances that she was her parents’ child, she would think that she’d be someone else’s daughter. She replaced the brush on the dresser and made for downstairs and her father.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Good morning, Father, Mother.” Georgetta said and sat down.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Good morning my dear, I trust you slept well.” Her mother enquired, while reaching for another sausage.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Very well thank you.” She lied, but it would not aid the dilemma in anyway by involving her parents in her current dealings.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Did you have a good time at the ball?” Georgetta did not miss her mother’s look to her father. Something was afoot and it left her decidedly on edge.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“The ball was amiable. No more.” She poured everything she had into keeping her voice level and devoid of emotion.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Ah, did not Lord Winston attend?” Her mother asked.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“He did indeed attend, but that is no cause for the ball to be anything other than amiable.” Georgetta placed a piece of toast on her plate. It amused her to see her mother’s reaction, her actions further evidence of her parents’ expectations.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Then it surely would have been a poor ball if not for his attendance.” <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You are mistaken mother. It would have been a highly enjoyable ball if he had not attended. Since he did attend it merely became amiable.” Georgetta gave off a nonchalant air in hopes her mother and father be fooled by her words.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Then you have no inclination as to what is so urgent, he requests council with me this morning?” Her father voice held a quizzical note.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta’s stomach turned over. Drake was coming to visit her father that morning. Why? Quickly she chastised herself for her over emotional state <span style=""> </span>and calmed her frayed nerves. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I’m afraid I am at a loss as to why Lord Winston wishes to see you.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“That is a shame, for your mother and I would have most fervently encouraged a union between yourself and Lord Winston.” She could not refrain from observing the crest fallen expressions on her father’s and mother’s faces.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">She laid her napkin on the table and began to rise. “If you would both excuse me I must make ready for town.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Town! You cannot go to town. Lord Winston may require to speak with you.” Her mother’s voice rose an octave.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I can be most assured that Lord Winston does not or will not wish to speak to me. Calm yourself mother.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Well, really.” Her mother muttered but not without Georgetta hearing her.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You must recognise that your mother only has your happiness at heart.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I do father, I most assuredly do. Hence, it would not be right and proper to elevate mother’s hope of an alliance betwixt myself and Lord Winston, when none is forthcoming.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I understand my dear. Now, what is so important in town that you leave with such haste?”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta wanted to groan aloud. She had hoped to delay imparting her news to her father and mother for sometime, but now she feared that would not be the case. She took a large breathe to steady her nerves.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I have decided to partake of Cousin Elizabeth’s offer of accompanying herself and her husband to America for the rest of the year. The ship sails within 6 weeks and I will barely have time to do all that is required before we leave.” Her heart hammered in her chest, her mother visibly paled and her father sat agape momentarily.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Out of the question, I forbid you to go.” Her father’s face now coloured red with anger.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You cannot forbid me father, I am a woman of means in my own right. I have property and money. I am of an age where I do not have to abide by your rules.” Georgetta felt her own anger rising. Her grandmother had left her homes and money to Georgetta not her mother on her passing. Her parents were in fact staying in her town house in London, not their own, this season. Their own home was currently in a state of disrepair and required remodelling, after an accidental fire in the downstairs library.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“It is highly improper for a young lady of your station to go gallivanting around the world, on her own.” Her father snorted.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I will not be on my own father. I will be with Cousin Elizabeth and her husband.” Georgetta seated herself again in frustration. “Let us be frank, for you cannot accuse me of ever being less than clear. What hope do I have of securing a husband? I am five and twenty years. The pickings for woman of my age are slim at best, but I am no beauty and do not have the attributes required to secure a man of station, even if that station is below me.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Nonsense girl, I have proffered to find you a husband of worth and yet you rebuff me.” Georgetta winced as her father’s tone became highly elevated.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I do not wish to be married to a man in that fashion. I would be pitied and laughed at. I would n’er know whether my husband be faithful to me or whether he had a mistress or an endless line of them. No Father. If I get married, I want it to be for mutual affection not because some man wishes to gain status from the union.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Poppycock! Such drivel! Very few get married for love.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Would you rather me be locked up in some mausoleum, year in year out, whilst my husband does whatever <span style=""> </span>the devil he cares to do? I had hoped you thought more highly of me.” Anger suffused her body. Her father had shown his true colours this day, had he not? It would seem any man be better than no man, without little regard for herself.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You do me a disservice, Georgetta.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I think not, Sir. I would rather be a spinster, than subservient to a man I do not love and does not love me in return.” Her shoulders squared, in preparation for further onslaught from her father. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Your mother and I only want to see you happy and with husband. I’ll be damned if I am going to allow that snivelling idiot of a cousin to inherit the estate and my title, as you are not married and do not have a male heir.” Her father slumped a little in his chair and immediately Georgetta began to feel a little guilty at her obstinacy. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Father, I do not wish to cause you and mama ill, therefore I feel we should not continue this subject, for I am as obstinate as you, Sir. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a great many errands, before I leave for the country.” <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">There could be no mistaking the errant sniffle from her mother.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Pray how is Drake Winston to receive this news of your leaving for America. And then there the matter of your good name, there will be talk. It will ruin your poor mother. Scandal, I tell you, questions as to why you deemed it fit to run away, with not so much, as a by your leave to polite society.” <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Her father attempts to have her stay were admirable, but surely if she were to stay then there would be naught left of her good name. For it would become virtually impossible to stem her feelings for Drake Winston. That she was certain, then where would her good name be then. In tatters, that’s where, along with her mother constitution. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">For just the memory of his taut, muscular body pressed against her own, his hardened cock throbbing against the apex of her thighs, had her pussy weeping with a tortuous ache. She could barely keep from visiting Mr Winston and begging him to aid her in relief of this torment, but she could not, would not succumb to such wrenched behaviour.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Let them talk Father, for if you are so certain of Lord Winston’s character, then his word as a gentleman should be adequate in quelling further rumour.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I happen he may not be so accommodating after being so slighted. There was an understanding between you, was there not?” Her father’s dander had well and truly risen, but she would not allow it to deter her.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“No Father, there was no understanding. If for any reason you have been informed of this, then I fear you have been gravely misinformed. I feel quite certain Lord Winston would wish me well on my impending adventure, if for no other reason then to quell foolish talk such as this. Now, Sir, I really must be about my business.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><br /><o:p></o:p></p>Shara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-4382311958603913352007-03-17T15:29:00.000+00:002007-03-17T17:21:16.053+00:00Free Story - Drake's Downfall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2pRfO9y_MJp9O3Q5KnVixWzxl0hBzW0atgAWAYGftHbRpqKS71FI1dNvmwUgrvTt5xKN6XHqGoGYB7z0Koi6O0qAxzYd2HLrznOhVEiSVqxMVitTHppUWNAVDFOCFWbGCMOa/s1600-h/8f07%5B1%5D.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2pRfO9y_MJp9O3Q5KnVixWzxl0hBzW0atgAWAYGftHbRpqKS71FI1dNvmwUgrvTt5xKN6XHqGoGYB7z0Koi6O0qAxzYd2HLrznOhVEiSVqxMVitTHppUWNAVDFOCFWbGCMOa/s320/8f07%5B1%5D.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042944635476924162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VtQ9RrKcpQ/RfwJtGOQVvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MaTN1bPK8bE/s1600-h/8f07%5B1%5D.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9VtQ9RrKcpQ/RfwJtGOQVvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MaTN1bPK8bE/s320/8f07%5B1%5D.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042916353117279986" border="0" /></a><br />Hey All - I've not posted in a while and decided to post a little free story for you all. The first chapter is below I hope you all enjoy it and let me have any feedback you have. All being well I will post a new chapter every week.<br /><br />Shara<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;"><b>Chapter One</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">He pressed the full length of his body against her. The hard length of his erection nestled against her stomach. Georgetta looked into his eyes, and gasped at the raw need reflected back at her. This could not be happening. The man of her dreams wanted her. She bit her lower lip and agonised over her next decision.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">He’d courted her, done everything right, but now did not want to wait for them to be married. His expression, of need and want, urgently rang loudly in her ears. She couldn’t shake the gossip about the tun of his roguish behaviour. She knew her plain features and average body didn’t attract the kind of man who would make the most modest of women swoon. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta had been unwilling to acknowledge the salacious rumours about Drake only courting her to secure her fortune. Now it would seem these rumours were true. He would compromise her and use blackmail of her lost virtue to restore his coffers. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Her prospects of a husband maybe bleak, for she had lost count of the number of seasons she’d attended, but she would not allow him or any man to use that against her. She would rather be a dried up old spinster than succumb to the whim of this man. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">It had not escaped her notice that his eyes always sort out the red haired beauty from the North. His harsh angles softened, he almost appeared wistful upon looking at her. Inwardly, she sighed. Did any of it matter? Just for one night Georgetta ached to feel loved and cherished. She needed to feel, to know the hard plains of a man’s body pressed against hers, hot and sweaty in the throes of passion.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">She shook her head. No, none of it was worth it. If she didn’t give him the fortune she was so convinced he wanted, the embarrassment and humiliation bestowed on her parents would kill her mother. She, herself, would be permanently exiled to the country and if lucky would be married to a local land owner who mayhap had not heard of her ruination. No, as the Earl of Wellsley’s daughter, her station demanded more.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">A shiver ran down her spine, and it had nothing to do with the chill of the night but the light brush of his finger tips caressing her cheek. Laughter infiltrated her thoughts. Another couple had wandered out on to the patio previously unnoticed. Drake attempted to push her further into the shadows, but Georgetta was not going to allow him to hide her in the darkness of the night like some guilty little secret.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“No, I will not be forced into something I am not ready to commit to. Let me pass Lord Winston.” She forcibly whispered and placed a gloved hand on his chest to halt any further movement.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">He held her hand in place with both his. “Can you not feel the way my heart beats for you? The need to have you is driving me to distraction.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">A blush tinged her cheeks. She so wanted to believe the sugar coated words he fed her, but age and experience had taught her to be more cautious. Too many gullible women had fallen for the likes of men of Drake Winston’s calibre. She pulled her hand away and skirted around him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“It would be nice to have the luxury for one night to believe the words you choose to bestow upon me, but I do not fool myself, Sir. I know I am not a desirable woman. Nor am I marriage material for a man such as you. I beg that you would kindly leave me be.” Georgetta’s heart beat harshly in her throat, swallowing became difficult. She turned to walk away from him. Tears stung her eyes. The despair at being used, assailed her. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">A hand gripped her arm and spun her around. Disorientated, she teetered briefly before she fell against the hard wall of his chest. Before she had chance to disengage her herself, his arms clamped her to him and held her rigid.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“What devilry is this you accuse me of, Good Lady?” </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta refused to meet his gaze, the agitation in his voice far too evident for her comfort. She pulled back in a vain attempt to free herself from his grasp, but he held fast and any further endeavour would only bring on the attention of others.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“It is no devilry, Sir, only the truth I speak,” she spoke through gritted teeth.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">He took her further into the shadows, amusement etched in his voice, “Feisty. I always knew there to be untouched passion amongst the prim and proper façade you like to portray. ‘Tis that passion I long to experience, to immerse myself in. To revel in the soft downiness of your very womanly curves, to find all the untapped treasures you choose to hide. You are truly a woman of worth, one who deserves to be cherished.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">His hand made circular movements against the small of her back. The brief touch sending a burning heat to her very core, Georgetta’s breath hitched.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Desist in your flowery words, for they do not move me. I am not a woman to be easily led. I do not lay with a man because he flatters. I will not be toyed with.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Ah, is it you think I toy with your affections? That I seek to besmirch your name?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">His manly scent surrounded her. Her head swam at the very dominance his presence held over her. Strong arms still encased her body, gentle caresses sought to soothe away her fears. The air thinned and she tried to clear her mind from the devastation of his nearness.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Answer me woman!” His abruptness sent her reeling. Never had he used this intonation before. His impatience bordered on anger and brought to mind the very reality of his dangerous reputation. She held rigid, denying the way his body’s proximity engulfed her senses.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Do not speak to me in such a manner, Sir, for I am not a servant to be ordered at whim. Now unhand me and lets’ not partake in these childish games any further. We are both too long of tooth to suffer such pretences.” Iciness infused her words. She hoped it would be enough for him to release her and desist in his endeavours. He grasped her chin in his hand and lifted her face to meet his. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You think me some child. Someone who would partake in wasting time on a venture and fail, then little do you know me woman.” Pure savagery evident at her accusation, “For I have never embarked on anything deemed futile. I would advise you hold your tongue before I am forced to show you how ‘childish’ I can be.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Then you admit that you are a part of some folly with my emotions.” His hand still held her face and he lower his head to a mere breath away from hers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I admit to no such shenanigans and you would do well to cease your babbling, woman. For it is only the fact that I hold you in high esteem, that I do not take you over my knee and paddle your lush behind, for your accursed claim.” Her gasp at his words broke through the otherwise stillness of the night. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You would not dare do such a thing.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I most certainly would.<span style=""> </span>Never before have I let a woman speak to me in such a manner. How is it I allow you too, hmm?” His lips whispered against her ear, and trailed down her neck sending shockwaves of delicious heat through her veins.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Georgetta’s mind clouded, she couldn’t think straight. Her body wracked in feeling and urges she’d never before dreamt of. Desperately, she tried to bring herself back to the matter at hand. What had she been about to say to him?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Hmm, Georgetta why do you think I allow you to treat me this way?” His breath across her skin sent fissions of electricity down her spine. Goosebumps broke out on her heated flesh. Think, Georgetta, think. You cannot allow this man to distract you. She bit back a moan of sheer pleasure as he delicately nipped her skin.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You wish something from me I am not prepared to give.” She bit her bottom lip, startled at how husky her voice sounded.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Drake inhaled, wallowing in this enigmatic woman in his arms. The heady scent of Jasmine assailed him and his cock twitched. He shifted his stance in an attempt to alleviate the way his breeches rubbed. How could it be? Why did this plain, average woman affect him so?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Ah, Georgetta, you will give me all I desire and sooner than you mayhap think.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">The taste and smell of her were driving him insane with want. He desired nothing more than to lift her gown and plunge into her warm silky depths. Raw need and lust for her burned through to his very soul. He convinced himself that she’d bewitched him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I will give thee nothing.” She pushed against his chest and freed herself from his hold. He shivered at the loss of her body against his.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“What foolish talk is this? You know my intentions towards you. I have been nothing but honest. Have I not courted you in all matters correct for this last month?” Bemusement and anger were barely restrained. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You have courted me proper, when it suited you to do so. But I know truly where your heart lies and it is not with me. So I beg of you again, leave me be, I will not be a pawn in your games.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Drake ran a hand through his hair. She drove him near insane with this incoherent drivel. He grabbed her wrist before she had a chance to escape him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“What do you mean ‘when it suited me’? You know where my heart lies.” If he didn’t hunger for her, the way a parched man craves but one drop of water then he would not persist in pursuit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“You insult me Sir, with your assumed naivety of my intelligence. I may be dried up, with little chance of a husband of worth. But I would much rather be in my current situation then taken by a man such as your self for nothing more than my fortune. Now will you not release me and neither one of us will speak of this again.” </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">She tugged at his hand, with a look of hope etched on her face, that he would release her. He could not and would not free her from him. To do so would mean he would abandon the last vestige of his heart. His childhood and debauched past had closed him off from feeling anything but inconsequential emotions. His father’s ailing health and the knowledge he would soon be Earl, had led Drake on a quest of a wife.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">One who would perform adequately within her assigned duties and would not impede his lifestyle. Being his last attempt at proving he had become a son of worth, he never thought he would find a woman who would entrap him. Her words of lost fortune and self-deprecation echoed around his head. Nothing of what she said made any sense to him. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I will not release you, not until you explain your words.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Very well, if you insist, but I had hoped to save some of what is left of my pride.” He watched her shoulders slump and her very life and soul seemed to vanished on an exhaled breathe. “I have it from a reliable source that you do not seek to court me for myself. Not that I would blame you in any way, I know I am not anything to look at and a woman men of your status deemed dowdy. You seek to discredit me and then stoop to blackmail to replenish your lost coffers. For I, above most, cannot afford to lose what little face I have in society as it is.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Drake reared back and dropped her arm. He could not have been more stunned if someone had taken him on the blind side with an uppercut. Coffers? He had not lost his fortune, quite the contrary his coffers were expanding greatly, due to secret business dealings.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“I see that my babbling, as you call it, was not off the mark. I would thank you greatly if you did not seek to keep my company any longer Sir. Tis bad enough I have already been made a fool of, without further damning myself to ridicule.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Paralysed. Drake couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. A probe darted through his mind in search of a logical response to her statement. Georgetta moved away from him, back to the light of the patio doors and the ballroom beyond. He reached for her, but too late. With as much gusto as he could muster he beseeched his voice to work. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Georgetta! It is…”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">She stopped walking and looked back at him over her shoulder. He held his breath and waited. He could see dampness on her cheek. Crying, this strong woman cried and he had caused it. Pain racked his chest, the pit of his stomach hollowed. Nothing matter any longer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">“Please my Lord, do not tarry with me any longer, it can be of no further benefit to you. The night is still young and your red-haired beauty still awaits you.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Rooted to the spot Drake couldn’t move or speak. Red-haired beauty, what in god’s name did she mean? And who could be spreading such vile rumours about him and a so called lost fortune?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;">Anger overflowed, releasing him from his trance. He marched toward the ballroom with no other thoughts then to find the culprit and convince Georgetta of his innocent. He’d be damned if he were to let some blaggard let the only woman he truly had feelings for, evade him.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; line-height: 150%;"> </p><p class="MsoFooter"><span style="font-size:10;">Copyright © Shara Cooper All Rights Reserved 2007</span></p>Shara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-1162852645143309132006-11-06T22:37:00.000+00:002006-11-06T22:37:25.170+00:00I Need Some Feedback Please<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/1600/5bab%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/320/5bab%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hey Guys - I know it has been a while since I last posted but I've been really busy. Anyway I've started a new story and would like you all to let me know what you think - I mean really think.<br /><br />Please be prepared that it is hot of the press and is unedited / proofed. This will be the only chapter I'm posting on my blog but may post excerpts later on down the line. The title is Plain Jane Revealed and here is the blurb followed by chapter one.<br /><br />Blurb<br /><br />Prim and proper Jane McGuire had two visible vices, stiletto heels and mascara, this was nothing compared to what she kept hidden underneath her clothes and in her spare room. Brought up strictly everything about her secret embarrassed her and she saw no visible way of ever getting in touch with her deepest, darkest desires. That is until Jane receives an invitation to an exculsive Fetish Club. A place she had never intended on visiting, that is until she finds out it's a masked ball.<br /><br />Fabian Viali is the new CEO of Worth's, when he meets his new PA he can't help but wonder what this prim, proper plus sized woman is hiding. Her clothes clearly tell any man that she is off limits but the shoes tell Fabian otherwise. Intrigued he sets out to find out more about this woman with the plain face but curves he would like to sink in to. And what better way to test his secretive PA than the up and coming ball at his club.<br /><br />Chapter One<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane looked at herself in the cloak room mirror. Why the hell hadn’t she remembered to bring an umbrella with her? Her long dark hair clung limply to her head and shoulders. Water dripped all over her neatly buttoned up white blouse, threatening to expose the secret she hid beneath her prim and proper clothes. A secret she was too embarrassed to reveal to anyone. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Pulling a hand full of paper towels from the dispenser, she tried to remove as much of the excess water as possible. Sighing, she gave up. Mascara had run down her face, giving her panda eyes, and the tube had said water resistant. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Why did this have to happen today of all days? The new owner of the company officially took over this morning, and she had been given the daunting task of being his new PA. When she’d applied for the job, she’d assumed Mr Worthington would still be the owner. All that changed when he’d had a heart attack and sold the company. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Having no family to pass the firm to, he reluctantly placed it on the open market to the highest bidder. At this point it was too late for Jane to change her mind, the contract was signed and her old position had already been filled.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Rumours circulating the office were of a very good looking Italian that worked and played hard. He has a no nonsense approach to business. He liked things formal around the office, and stood for no one not pulling his or her weight. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Fabian Viali featured in all the gossip magazines, a different Barbie doll on his arm every time. The tittle tattle circulating the office couldn’t have been more correct about this man. He worked like a demon and expected everyone to have the same commitment. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >It confused her that he would be interested in a little shipping company like Worth’s. All his concentrated businesses were either in hotels or some other form of the leisure industry. It was even rumoured he owned a number of very exclusive underground fetish clubs, but of course, it was never confirmed. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Just thinking of what sort of things happened in a place like that brought a deep flush to Jane’s face. Smoothing down her clothes, checking not too much was visible to the naked eye she began to remove the smudges of black from her face, as the door opened. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“What the hell happened to you?” Callie’s critical eye roved over Jane’s appearance. “You look bad enough normally but just…well look at yourself. This is no way to greet the new boss.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane clenched her teeth together. Callie had never been someone she got along with, but ever since she’d beaten her to the job of PA to Mr Worthington, Callie had been making her life hell. In fact, there really wasn’t anyone at work who Jane would consider a friend, in or out of the office. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >As far as she was concerned they were far to self absorbed and only interested in a couple of things. The main one was of course themselves. The second, which poor sucker could be convinced to take them out of this ‘hell hole’ and give them the life in which they believed they were destined to have. <span style=""> </span>Money and status, it didn’t matter whether they were in love with the man or not. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane had over heard too many conversations where their next ‘victims’ were plotted down to the last minute of capture. Much to Callie’s chagrin she had been unable to tighten the snare to the point where the man could escape permanent entrapment. When she had heard Callie was even willing to say she was pregnant to get the man she wanted, Jane’s stomach turned at the devious unhand techniques that these women employed. This was one vipers pit and nothing could make Jane a part of that.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >She was sure that Callie had only gone for the PA’s job to try and peddle her wares on Mr Worthington. It seemed age didn’t matter it was all the other trappings that concerned her and her cronies. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane sucked in a large gulp of air to steady the anger slowly rising throughout her body at Callie’s obvious attempt to rile her. Looking at her watch she spoke in a low tone, “I might ask you what you are doing in at a quarter to eight and on this side of the building. Your desk is way over the other side and you never get in before nine.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Callie shot her a disgruntled look, “Well, I wanted to make sure Fabian…I mean Mr Viali was okay and that he had everything he needed before you arrived.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";" >Good grief the poor man hadn’t even arrived and the evil witch was plotting her moves</span></i><span style=";font-family:";" >. “Well considering I’m in everyday around seven thirty, anything he wants before that time will just have to wait till I arrive.” Jane pursed her lips, “and you will get your chance to sell…I mean introduce yourself at the meeting arranged for ten thirty in the conference room.” She tried to walk around Callie to the door but she refused to move. “Now are you going to get out of my way or do I have to move you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Callie visibly bristled at her words, “Who the hell do you think you are talking to? How dare you threaten me? You will never be better than me, just take a good long look at yourself, what man would want that? Just remember that. You will never be better than me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >With that she turned and left the room. Catching hold of the door before it closed Jane followed her out. She knew what Callie was up to. She fully intended to make a ‘good impression’ with Mr Viali. Show Jane up as inferior, she would flutter those eyelashes and bend over in just the right way, to show maximum cleavage, all in the attempt to take away from her inadequate skills in the office. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >As far as Jane was concerned looks and dress didn’t matter at work it was ability that counted. Her clothes were appropriate attire for a working office. Okay, so her 3” stilettos didn’t go with the rest of her outfit of a high buttoned blouse and straight knee length skirt, but it was business like and showed she was serious and there to work. She allowed herself this one other concession, after all no one could see what was underneath that serious façade, no one would ever know her embarrassing secret.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane’s thoughts were interrupted by a very deep accented voice sliding down the length of her spine, sending fissions of electricity through her nerve endings. Involuntarily she gasped at the sensation his voice had on her body. Redness flushed her cheeks as she looked for the man behind that sensual voice but Callie was in her way.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“Ah, you must be Miss McGuire? Nice to meet you…finally.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“No, I’m not Jane.” Callie said in a voice that was far too cheerful, “I’m Callie, Mr Douglas’ secretary.” She stepped to one side and pointed, “She is Jane.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane cringed at the look of shock on Fabian Viali’s face, she was concerned that if his eyes widened any more they would pop out of his head. She knew she was no beauty but she didn’t think she was that bad to look at. <span style=""> </span>Before she could say anything Callie continued.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Sidling up to Fabian, Callie put on her best sultry voice, Jane was amazed at how low and seductive it sounded, “But of course if you ever…and I mean ever…need my assistance in anything at all, then you only need to ask.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane stood transfixed as Fabian’s eyes never left Callie, the epitome of the woman she had seen him splashed all over the papers with. She stiffened as she waited to hear his response.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“Well Callie, might I suggest that you make your way to your own desk and if I need anything, I’m sure Miss McGuire will be more than capable of attending to my needs. After all she is my PA.” With that Fabian started to walk away from a momentarily stunned Callie, then stopped and turned back to look at her, “Oh and if Mr Douglas doesn’t keep you busy enough, I will need to have a word with him as to why <i style="">he</i> has so much time on his hands.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Dropping her head, Jane couldn’t hide the smirk that crossed her mouth. It was about time Callie got pulled up short and it seemed that Fabian was just the man to do it. She couldn’t believe it ears when Callie didn’t let the matter drop.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“Erm, Mr Viali I don’t think you understood me when I said anything, I meant anything as in…”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“Miss, well whatever you name is, I didn’t misunderstand you at all. In fact I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. But as you chose not to let the matter drop, let me give you one more reason to hear me this time. If I ever hear or see you try and do something similar again, you will be out of here so fast you won’t know what has hit you. Consider <i style="">this</i> your final warning.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Jane head shot up and her mouth dropped open at his words. Her eyes locked with a very startled and red faced Callie, who was spluttering as she turned on her heel and headed for the door.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“Now Miss McGuire, if you and your friend are quite finished, we have work to do.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Flustered Jane turned to face him. “Erm…I mean…Well I am not or have I ever been friends with Callie, sir. And I don’t appreciate being automatically associated with that kind of behaviour either.” She folded her arms across her chest in a move of defiance. Judging by the way the muscle in his jaw flexed, she wondered if her bold statement had been a wrong move. Whether she would be the next one for a warning or even the chop?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >She watched him stare at her and waited for the axe to fall. Even though she feared repercussions she couldn’t help but be drawn to the vision stood in front of her. From the way his dark brown hair just slightly curled around the nape of his neck, to the strong chiselled jaw, high cheek bones and deep chocolate brown eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >His broad muscled shoulders strained against the fabric of his designer shirt, hiding nothing from her eyes. She wondered if his chest was smooth or whether his tanned skin had a fine dusting of hair. Jane clenched her thighs together to try and stop the throbbing in her clit, at the thought of running her fingers through the imagined hair on his well-sculpted chest. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >“Well, thank you for putting me straight on this matter. Now if you quite finished staring, can we get on?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;" align="center"><span style=";font-family:";" >*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >If Fabian’s morning had started so badly before he’d gotten to the office, then this entire incident wouldn’t have seemed like such a debacle. He was used to having the women who worked for him, make advances, but never this soon. Normally they would take at least a couple of days. He almost felt sorry for the fact that poor Miss Jane McGuire had taken the brunt of it, as she stood there with her mouth agape at his comments. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Shaking his head, he turned and headed for what was to be his office. He really didn’t want to think about the mess that lay beyond those doors. Think about it he must though, if he were to transport this little shipping company into the head quarters for the new planned Speciality Cruise Company. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >He soon realised that he was the only one heading to his office, and Jane wasn’t following him. Stopping he turned to face her, “Miss McGuire. Do I need to repeat myself?” He watched as she slowly shook her head. “Well then, let’s get to work. We will be dropping our first bombshell in the meeting at 10.30 and I want to make sure we are ready for the backlash.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >He observed his oh so prim and proper PA tentatively walk passed him, briefly pausing at her desk to pick up a pad and pen. He couldn’t make out what she took from the top drawer of her desk, but as she reached up and pulled her long dark brown hair back, her white blouse stretched taut across her breast and revealed very ample lush mounds. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Fabian felt his groin stir in reaction to the delectable breasts that she’d inadvertently put on display for him. As the buttons strained against her movements, he could’ve sworn he caught a glimpse of something that didn’t match the outward appearance she was portraying. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >He sighed at his wayward mind and made a motion for Jane to precede him into the office. He needed a decent fuck. That’s what was wrong with him. Why else would this plain and plump woman make his dick started to jump to attention at the first sight of her breast. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >He’d been on a couple of dates in the last week with a new model, Catherine. She looked everything a man could want on the outside, but she was lousy in bed. Her bones would jar his every movement, she’d even called him sleazy when he’d playful slapped her ass. He wasn’t sure who the act had hurt the most, her for him daring to do it or him, when his hand connected with the bone he found in place of her butt. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >What was with women today? Why did they feel the need to starve themselves just to be accepted? Okay, he would admit that men like him were probably part of the problem, but Fabian had started to wonder whether his ancestor’s had something with their choice of women. They preferred them with a more meat on the bone. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >As he watched Miss PP, short for Miss Prim and Proper as he’d decided to call her, he had to admit she definitely had a backside worth exploring. Plump and round ass, with the right amount of padding to cushion a man when pounding her pussy, or if he was really lucky, her tight puckered hole from behind. Such a pity about her looks though he would never be seen dating someone like her.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Following her, he paused as she adjusted her clothes and crossed her legs. He nearly fell over his own feet at the sight of her long shapely legs, decked out in sheer nylon and those shoes. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Oh, they were not something that Miss PP should be wearing. The slender tapered 3” heels, the soft red leather and the ankle strap securing it to her foot. This was definitely something that didn’t fit her persona. This was more akin to footwear he’d seen women wearing at his club, perhaps he hadn’t mistaken what he’d seen earlier after all. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" >Miss PP wasn’t all she was making herself to be and this peaked Fabian’s interest. He wondered what else would be revealed about her as they got to know each other.<br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoFooter"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" >Copyright © Shara Cooper All Rights Reserved<o:p></o:p></span></p> Thanks for you time.<br /><br />SharaShara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-1159973207564268522006-10-04T13:20:00.000+00:002006-10-05T00:21:34.563+00:00M/M Romantica / Erotica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/1600/affection112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 207px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/320/affection112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I am well aware that this is a subject open to some controversy, but I am also aware that there is a lot of support out there for m/m romance. I like to list myself right there at the top of the supporters list.<br /><br />My friend, Celia Kyle, lovingly refers to it as Yummy Man Loving (YML).<br /><br />There has been quite a few things spoken for and against m/m in the romance genre. I personally feel that everything has a right to be there. I also agree that people have a right to there own opinion.<br /><br />Romantic Times recently voted against having a m/m panel at next years RT Convention. In there defense they did then open a poll to gage the views of readers. Whether or not this will change things in the future remains to be seen. To have an organisation as large as RT speaking out in this way could appear damaging to m/m romance. I feel it had the opposite effect, it brought the subject out into the open and made more people aware of it.<br /><br />Some mistakenly thought that m/m was a new thing. Something that had only become hip over the last couple of years. In fact it's been out for more years than I care to mention. This is not a new things folks and it's not going away. In fact, m/m if getting more popular, especially amongst female readers of romance / erotica.<br /><br />You may ask the question, why? I don't know how other people feel about it but from my own feelings I can share my opinion.<br /><br />For me m/m can be one of the sensual, tender and lovingly experiences in the printed word. It can also be dark, dangerous and highly erotic. I keep plenty ice at the ready for some authors work, the pages sizzle. I relish the fact that two people, regardless of race, creed, colour, species (in some paranormals) and religion can find love no matter what sex they are. The books are very well written and a joy to read.<br /><br />M/M is not the only form of romance / erotica that I read or write for that matter, but it is always a favourite of mine. If you are in anyway curious about what all the fuss is, give it a go. It may not be for you but please don't condemn it without trying it out for yourself.<br /><br />For those of you that are interested in pursuing m/m romance / erotica 32 authors have form a group. They have a website <a href="www.manloveromance.com">Man Love Romance</a> and a <a href="www.groups.yahoo.com/group/manloveromancenews">newsletter</a> that you can subscribe to. There is also a great competition on the site to win a beautiful lithograph drawing called Parallel Dreams, by a wonderful Canadian artist Steve Walker.<br /><br />All the authors have direct links to their own websites and from there you can browse through the many wonderful works they have on offer.<br /><br />Some of my personal favourites are Kira Stones Blood Series. Heck I read anything that Kira publishes, I love her work, but her Blood Series is my favourite. She has created a series of Paranormal Characters that have very real concerns and issues. The book Blood Price is a very touching and moving story about a Vampire Lord and human who fight against what appear to be insurmountable odds to be together. Both face death in one form or another. You may think this sounds a little blood thirsty. It is far from it, the penmanship of the book is oustanding and beautifully put together.<br /><br />Another favourite is Renee George's Seven Deadly Sins, Avarice. It's a story about Hogan and Sun. Sun has something that Hogan wants and Hogan has something that Sun wants. The journey that each of these two men take is full of personal conflicts. Sun is a very real innocent in a world that isn't that innocent anymore. His innocence reminded me of what it was to be a child again, when everything was new and surround in mystery. A time when what can sometimes be a cold reality was not part of my vocabulary. Renee has capture Sun essence perfectly, painting a guiding light with words.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/1600/art049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/320/art049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Both of these books can be found at <a href="http://changelingpress.com/index.php">Changeling Press</a>. My hats go off to both you ladies for such wonderful work and to all the authors that I've not had chance to mention, paricularly Sean Michael. He is a forerunner in this genre and a particular favourite is the Jarhead Series.<br /><br />Thanks for taking the time to read this post please add your comments for everyone else to read. Whether you are in favour or against m/m romance I would like to hear from you.Shara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-1159820889799659832006-10-02T19:13:00.000+00:002006-10-02T21:55:02.016+00:00Boys Misbehaving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/1600/art010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/320/art010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>There was a slight creak of a floorboard as Brin crept along the landing. He held his breath and waited to see if Shara had heard him. Judging that he was safe, he very quietly opened the study door.<br /><br />"Psst, wolfman, stop chasing your tail and get in here, you big fur ball."<br /><br />Blake stopped dead in his wolf tracks. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Are you talking to me, you over sexed vamp alien?"</span><br /><br />Brin's grin grew wider, "Yeah, I suppose I am." he shook his head, "Never mind that, she's not on the blast computer for once. This is our chance to be heard."<br /><br />Padding along the landing, Blake couldn't resist scaring Tink, Shara's mad cat. "Blake, will you stop that, she'll hear you."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Don't get your breaches in a twist."</span> Blake jumped into the other chair and shifted back into human form. "Erm Brin, why the hell have you posted a pic of two men? Where are the women?"<br /><br />"She always post pics of men on her blog, this way they won't be so suspicious. Besides, she does not have any pics of women."<br /><br />"What the hell are you going on about? Aren't we supposed to be introducing ourselves? Hello, like they are not gonna know it's us." Blake rolled his eyes.<br /><br />"Erm, well I... well I had not really thought that far ahead." Brin couldn't keep his eyes from Blake's naked form. "Blake could you put some clothes on, you are...well kind of distracting."<br /><br />Tracing Brin's eye line Blake knew instantly where he was looking. "Hey, eyes on the screen buddy. You are not getting you hands, mouth or anything else for that matter on my piece of prime wolf meat."<br /><br />Brin licked his lips, nearly salivating at what Blake had on offer. "Come on Blake, you know I want a piece of you."<br /><br />"I don't care what you want. How many more times do I have to tell you I don't do men? Just because you do men, women and any alien that takes your fancy, you are not gonna change my mind. Now, aren't we supposed to be doing something...like introducing ourselves?"<br /><br />Running his tongue seductively over his elongated fangs, "Yes, I suppose you are right but..."<br /><br />"But what?" Blake raised his eyes to look at Brin's face and released a low growl. "Oh no, you freaky alien vamp, you can get that look of your face now."<br /><br />Brin shook his head, "I cannot, I need some ass and while you're the only one here..." with that he leapt off the chair at Blake. In the enclosed space Blake wasn't quick enough to escape him. A loud crash had Shara running up the stairs.<br /><br />"What the hell is going here?" She stood in the doorway of the study, hands on hips and foot tapping. At that moment Tink, decided to join in the melee firmly planting her claws into Brin's back.<br /><br />Brin uncharacteristically swore and pulled Tink from his back, tossing her into the bedroom. "Well, he started it," waving his hand towards Blake. "Look how he is walking around. How am I suppose to restrain myself?"<br /><br />"Hey, it's not my fault. You were the one who was impatient and wanted to introduce us."<br /><br />Shara visibly paled, "Oh no, what have you two done?"<br /><br />The two men got up and dusted themselves down. "Nothing." They both mutter at the same time.<br /><br />"Blake, Brin - Anita and Jan are gonna kill you two." Shaking her head, shouting loudly, "Kraw, get your butt up here."<br /><br />In a flash, Kraw was at the top of the stairs, "Yes, Shara."<br /><br />Reaching up Brin's over 7 foot frame and Blake's over 6 foot frame, Shara took both men by the ears and started to lead them downstairs. "Right, you two have got some explaining to do and it had better be good." Pausing on the stairs to shout back at Kraw, "Can you get the cat off the ceiling? Lord only knows how she ended up there."<br /><br />Kraw let out a low rumbling laugh.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * * * * *<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">You maybe wondering who is relaying this part of Shara's life well, allow me to introduce myself. I am Kraw, first brother to Kan, who is King of our Realm. You will be getting to know me quite well, although not as well as the Dark Ice Goddess herself. Mwhahahahahahahahaha.<br /></div></div>Shara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-1158665346017633432006-09-19T11:02:00.000+00:002006-09-19T11:29:06.036+00:00My Weekend Was Hell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/1600/0009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/320/0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So much for getting some writing done this weekend. *sigh* I was working at my dreaded day job (DDJ) all weekend and I even had meeting scheduled for Sunday morning at 8.30. So much for it being a Monday to Friday gig. Oh well.<br /><br />On a good note I've been mentioned on <a href="http://sexualchocolateauthors.blogspot.com/">Sexual Chocolate Blog spot</a> and my friend's <a href="http://www.celiakyle.blogspot.com/">Celia Kaye's</a> Blog as well, although I'm not too sure Celia appreciated what I said to her!!!!!<br /><br />Work is progressing on my confession for <a href="http://darkicegoddessstories.blogspot.com/">Dark Ice Goddess' Stories</a>. I'm hoping to have most of that wrapped up this week. So any takers for proofing it? LOL<br /><br />Blake has gone off in a sulk because I promised to work on him... I mean his story this weekend and I've not got around to it. I just hope Anita didn't hear that.<br /><br />Well as for Kans's Destiny - he's been pretty quiet - probably because he was quite happy at where I left the story. But Brin, his ever loving side kick, won't shut and Kan's brother, Kraw, went and eloped and got himself married to the Dark Ice Goddess herself. What the heck am I gonna do with them?<br /><br />Nikos, from the Trade Off, is getting impatient to see his contract signed, sealed and "delivered" in more ways than one. Steve, from a Question of Trust, is just a little worried at the moment that his secret will be revealed before he's had chance to explain things to Sara. So my head is a mess at the minute. LOL Oh the joys of wanting to be an author, who told me I was any good at this and gave me the idea to get published. Ah, I think that would be my friend Jan, but where is she, off playing and causing trouble with Brin.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/1600/cowboy12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/320/cowboy12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />On a sad note, one of my favourite hunks sites is closing down on the 21st September, <a href="http://www.icyhothunks.com">icy hot hunks</a>. Shall we just say that this site has been a great source of "inspiration" for me over the last few months. So I think that my choices for today is whether I write or continue to download as many "inspirational" pics as possible before the site closes. Hmmmm, tough choice that one, I wonder what I will go for?<br /><br />And just to leave on a positive note, here's a little scenery for all you cowboy lovers to have a good look at.<br /><br />SharaShara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34516264.post-1158415647267781602006-09-16T14:05:00.000+00:002006-09-16T14:49:29.996+00:00What Am I Doing?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/1600/cowboy29.1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/3804/320/cowboy29.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Aaaahhhh Don't you just love cowboys? There is something so strong, rugged and just plain, well manly about them. I would love to be locked in a ... Well I don't think I should say anymore.<br /><br />Anyway, for those who don't know me I'm aspiring romance / erotica author Shara Cooper. I'm hoping to change the aspiring title to published soon. LOL<br /><br />I've number of WIP at the moment. A paranormal / sci-fi called the Aqua System: Kan's Destiny. I'm hoping that this will be at least a 4 book series. The people from Kan's world don't mind about who they find their sexual pleasure with until their Destiny if revealed to them. Well, then it's a whole different ballgame and they can get kind of possessive. Oh and they a number of hiden talents that is sure to shock any gal right out if clothes.<br /><br />My shifter novella - Halloween Surprise - has my hero Blake giving Krisha a hard time. He's also keeps getting on my case about some chick called Anita, and she's not even in the story. Hmmmm I think I need to do a little asking around to find out exactly what this wolfman has been upto. The things he's telling me are embarrassing even to an author like me.<br /><br />I've two contemps in the works as well - A Question of Trust and The Trade Off. Also I'm writing a story for a very good friends blogspot Dark Ice Goddess's Stories. For those who know the site I'm writing Nora's Story one of the friends of Calla from the story Thunderstorm Rendevous.<br /><br />Nora's had a bit of a rough time in the past - but she's been forging ahead and making a great career for herself as a photographer. She's even landedshooting the cover of Vogue- which she won't shut up about and is giving me a headache. But she's made a enemy along the way. You see it's her big mouth - she can't keep it shut. Well, she doesn't know she got this enemy and a planned weekend to a beach house is not gonna be what she expected at all.<br /><br />I'll be posting excerpts and undates on all my WIP as I go along. *Sigh* "Alright Brin, keep it down will you. *Groan* Not you too Blake." Sheeesh it seems that some of my guys want to post a message or two as well. Will they ever leave me in peace, I suspect not until I let them have their say. So who knows who the next post will be from. LOL<br /><br />SharaShara Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11601612073712867865noreply@blogger.com8