Wednesday, November 02, 2005
The Women of Allure - part 4
Meet Cathryn Fox. A super talented author, cool chick, and fellow Canadian...so I love her!! Here is an excerpt from a title coming soon...
Web of Desire, coming soon…
Ally stood back and examined the crumbling mansion that had been left abandoned for years. Ivy vines climbed the walls like snakes and coiled around the posts that supported the verandah. The grounds and walkway were overgrown with shrubs, weeds and wildflowers. With the sheriff remaining a good twenty feet behind her, she made her way onto the porch. Chips of old white paint peeled beneath her hand as she brushed her fingertips over the wooden railing leading up the steps.
When she reached the massive front entrance, she closed her fingers over the, blistering brass sacs on the doorknob and pushed. The heavy door creaked open. The hinges moaned like a wounded animal. She looked over her shoulder and gave a curt nod to the sheriff, signaling she was going in.
She squeezed the packet of herbs inside the front pocket of her jeans and took a tentative step inside the old house. The planked floorboards groaned beneath her. Every light footstep stirred the air. Small particles of dust rained down from the ceiling, dancing and shimmering in the long column of sunlight that sliced through the cracks in the decaying cedar siding.
The air smelled stale and pungent. Like day old pizza and beer. Or socks that had been left in the gym bag too long. Ally crinkled her nose and concentrated on breathing through her mouth.
A murmur from the back room drew her attention. She quietly padded down the long, dark hallway until she stood outside a closed door. Pressing her ear to the wooden slats, she listened.
Silence.
She lowered herself onto her knees and peeked through the large keyhole. The sunrays bursting through the open window gave sufficient light for her to see a man squirming, trying to break free from the strong, binding web that held him captive.
His hands were secured over his head. His long legs were spread wide apart. With his head turned away from her, she couldn’t discern his features. God, he was so big, like a Viking or a warrior. His presence swallowed up the small room.
She bit down on her bottom lip as she slowly perused the length of him. His thick, sculpted muscles bulged in all the right places and threatened to rip the seams of his snug jeans and short sleeved, buttoned shirt. She was actually quite surprised to find him still fully clothed. Selina obviously hadn’t finished what she’d started. Lucky for him.
Her gaze traveled over his unruly mass of dark hair and then lower, over his broad shoulders, his tight abdominals, stopping only when she reached the apex of his legs. She swallowed hard. Oh yes, his muscles definitely bulged in all the right places. Who ever said good things come in small packages certainly wasn’t talking about this guy. She stared at his impressive size for an endless moment as she undressed him with her eyes.
Awareness started at her core and rippled onward and outward. Her whole body began tingling in the most interesting places. When she made a sexy moan, he turned in her direction. As if she’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Ally quickly pulled back from the keyhole and straightened. She brushed the dirt from her knees and took a fueling breath of courage before entering. She had no idea what else she was going to find behind that door.
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