Words Left Unspoken- Part 5

Plopping down on the cool leather couch, Anson leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He savored the moment alone while Kate was undressing. Yes, of course that’s what filled his mind. Kate. Kate. Kate. And now she was only a few feet away, alone, in her bedroom. He almost imagined he could hear the smooth sound of her dress as it slid down over her hips. Opening his eyes he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He needed to talk to her, to tell her. It was driving him to the point of insanity. But when?

“Like sitting in the dark?” Anson hadn’t heard Kate come into the room.

Sitting up as she flipped on the light, Anson slapped a sleepy grin on his face. “I guess I was just dozing off a bit.”

She disappeared into the kitchen but not before he could admire her body in the shorts and tank top she was wearing. His body thrummed even more. The next thing he knew, Kate was back in the room, two glasses in hand.

“I think we could both use a glass of this stuff.” She sat right next to him, handing him a glass of water. Warmth spread over him as he watched her lips touch the glass, letting the cool water slip into his mouth. He had to look away and take a big drink of his own water to calm his body. He was a pilot in the USMC and facing Kate was suddenly more nerve wracking than going to war.

“Are you okay? Come on light weight, you didn’t have that much to drink.” Questioned Kate, snapping him out of his daze.

 “No, I drove us home. Just out of it I guess. Long day, hmmm?” Anson knew watched Kate’s expression and heard her sigh. He knew exactly where her thoughts were.

“You can say that again. And such a weird day…I still can’t believe…” She shook her head in astonishment, like she was reliving the day all over again. “He didn’t have to come. He knew what he was doing. Just wanting to screw with my emotions.”

Anson perked up with her statement. Emotions? Did she seriously still have feelings for the guy? “What did he say to you?”

“Not a lot. We hadn’t been talking long when you found us. He’s back though, for good.”

“What?” He had to make sure he was hearing her correctly.

“Yeah…he just accepted a new job by Boulder.” She looked down and studied her glass.

Anson tried to keep his temper in check. The guy pissed him the hell off. Had never deserved her, in his opinion. “You’re not going to see him again, are you?” He caught her gaze, questionably, and she looked away, back down at her glass. “Come on, Kate! That guy left you high and dry. Nothing so much as a “hey, how are you doing?” He never deserved you! And he still sure as hell doesn’t.”

Kate jumped away from him off the couch, forcing Anson to follow in her stead. “I don’t want to argue about this with you! You don’t have to be so damn protective.”

“Kate, don’t walk away.” Following her he finally caught onto her hand in the dark hallway, leading to her bedroom. Turning her fast and to him, their bodies and their eyes locked together. Light from the living room barely illuminated their faces. Anson knew he shouldn’t but her lips beckoned him. To kiss her was something he needed to do, right in this moment. Warmth spread across him that he knew she must feel also. Leaning in, he moved to frame her face with his hands, and her half lidded eyes searched his, their lips parting.

He leaned in to kiss her forehead instead, breaking the spell between them. “I don’t want to argue with you either, Kate. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He pulled away from her reluctantly, knowing what had just transpired between them probably had confused the hell out of her. But he couldn’t take advantage of her in the state she was in. He was a better man than that.

***
Kate shut her door softly behind her as she went to crawl into bed. Her mind was spinning with the events of the day and especially with what had just occurred with Anson.

Laying in bed, she tried to will away thoughts as her head fell to the pillow. Minutes passed and still she could not stop thinking about both of them. Rolling over she punched her pillow and finally, exhaustion overtook her, causing her to fall into a fit-full sleep, dreaming only of a raven haired pilot.

Words Left Unspoken- Part 4

Outside, Kate found a bench by the garden, away from the wedding festivities. Taking a seat she sighed as she gazed up at the warm night sky, full of twinkling stars and the occasional lightning bug. What a day it had been. Her emotions had been a roller coaster starting with Noah’s sudden appearance and then…Anson. The latter filled her mind. What had just happened between them? Her body became warm with thoughts about his arms around her. It had been 6 months since they had seen each other last before he had arrived for the wedding two days ago. Anson was currently stationed at a Marine Corps base in Yuma, AZ, as an F/A 18 fighter pilot. But being apart had never changed anything. They always picked up where they left off. He was her closest friend next to Kristina and when they didn’t talk on the phone or email, they Skyped. But, something was different…

“Hello.” A man in the shadows interrupted her thoughts, making her look up to see the culprit.

“Noah.” Her heart quickened with surprise.

“It’s been a long time.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled in appreciation at her.  

“That it has. I’m surprised to see you here.” She scooted over as he took a seat beside her on the bench.

“Kristina invited me. We all were pretty close in college if you remember.” He looked at her with laughter in his eyes, waiting for her to say something more, the moon basking them in soft light.

“Yeah, I remember.” She let out an awkward laugh at his move to try and crack a joke. “I guess it makes sense that you’re here now, then.” Yeah, right. Kristina was going to get an earful, later.

“Well, I am moving back to Colorado, actually. I just accepted a job as an environmentalist doing some work for the government outside of Fort Collins.”

He always knew how to hit her with a ton of bricks. “Is that so? Well congrats! That’s very exciting.” She forced a smile his way. It was almost as if they had never been as close as they had. Was he just pulling an act or casually trying to be nice without making it awkward? Either way, he was failing.

“Thanks. I’m more than glad to be back, especially now that I found you again.” He nudged her playfully and the bullfrogs croaked their night song.

“I’ve always been here. It really wasn’t a matter of finding me.” She was not in the mood to play along with his flirty act or whatever he was trying to pull. Crickets chirped and filled the pregnant silence. They both looked away from each other observing the night. Laughter filled in behind them as a couple frolicked in the garden.

“Beautiful wedding.” Noah’s comment was forced.

“Mmmm. Yeah.” Her reply was barely audible as she saw a tall, dark figure walking towards them from the tent.

“You looked beautiful up there, Kate. Even more beautiful now…” Noah had turned towards Kate, waiting for a reply, not noticing the approaching intruder.

“There you are.” Anson glared briefly at Noah, before flashing a grin at Kate. He had ditched his suit coat and tie, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned slightly, revealing a hard, tan chest.

“Good timing. I was just getting ready to head back.” She stood up fast, turning briefly to Noah. “I’m glad we could catch up.”

“Me too.” He stood, putting his hands in his pockets. “Anson.” His acknowledgement was curt.

“Noah.” Anson moved to take Kate’s arm, steering her back to the night’s dwindling festivities and away from the man who had turned his back on her.

Words Left Unspoken- Part 3

Anson watched her over the rim of his wine glass as everyone prepared to make one last toast to the beseechingly happy bride and groom.

“To the newlyweds!” He continued to watch her as she took a drink from her glass and sat back down, most likely glad to be done with her speech.

“Well wasn’t that just peachy. There wasn’t a dry eye in the place.” An elbow found its way to his ribs with his comment.

“I thought I saw you tear up, you always were a softie. That hard military exterior of yours is such a cover-up.” Their eyes met and Anson had to force himself to look away. She was just too damn beautiful and had always been a little too easy on the eyes, in his opinion.

“Mmm yes, I am a romantic at heart.” He clutched his chest in mock gesture then grabbed one of her hands. “Please do me the honor of this dance, my lady.”

“Oh! Of course, Captain! Could I ever say no to you?” They bounded towards the dance floor with perhaps, a little too much playful enthusiasm. Twinkling lights strung above them basked them in soft, white light as Anson found her waist and pulled her to him, joining many other couples with the same idea. She felt so right in his arms. Her skin warm, glowing with his touch, her breath lingering on his neck sent a thrilling sensation down his body. Maybe he was holding her a little too closely, he thought. Maybe, but everything felt right with her in his arms.

“I wonder what happened to him.” Kate’s words broke the spell, and his grip on her waist briefly tightened then loosened, opening the distance between them to look at her. “I thought you had forgotten about him.” His face was serious, losing all playfulness as he looked down at her.

“Just about impossible after his appearance today.”

 “Never impossible, Kate.” His reply was only a soft whisper as he drew her closer to him again, locking their eyes momentarily.

They continued to sway to the music of the cover band as a version of Rascal Flatt’s “I Melt” filled the tent. Kate’s head went to Anson’s shoulder again, savoring the sense of security she felt in his arms, banishing thoughts from her mind about Noah. Warmth crept across her body as she felt his hands move lower on her back, bringing her even closer. She lifted her head to say something but was speechless as she caught his gaze. There was something there in his eyes…something she had never noticed before. She stopped dancing, feeling suddenly light headed.

“Are you okay?” His arms were still around her, locking her to him. “I don’t know…I think it’s just the heat and everything I’ve had to drink. I’m going outside for some fresh air.” She walked away at a faster pace than she had meant to, determined to clear her head.

Anson got the hint that she wanted to be alone and let her go. Being that close to her for as long as they had danced had made his body pulse with desire. Thankful for a moment to himself, he ran a hand through his short jet-black hair and loosened his tie and collar as he headed for the bar.  It was past time for another drink.

“There you are! Enjoying this extravagant wedding that Kristina dreamed up?” Ben’s hand slapped Anson hard on the back, making him turn around to find a glowing newlywed.

“Well aren’t you all smiles, brother. I think married life is going to suit you a little too well.” He smiled, leaning back casually with his elbows resting on the bar.

“Yeah, I think so too. I’m just ready to get out of here now and head off to Hawaii.” He winked and the brothers exchanged knowing looks. “This place is a mad house but thankfully, the wedding went off without a hitch.”

They both grabbed their drinks and went to an opening in the tent to get a little fresh air while continuing their conversation. Anson scanned the lawn for Kate.

“You leave again Thursday, right? What do you and Kate have planned? I’m sure it’s something adventurous.” Anson laughed at his statement. “Sure do, you know us too well. We are going to do a little kayaking and camping Tuesday and Wednesday. Tomorrow I’m meeting up with some old ROTC guys up by Boulder.” Words were coming out of his mouth but his mind was somewhere else, still looking outside for Kate. That’s when he finally spotted her. But she wasn’t alone.

“So when are you going to tell her how you feel?” Ben’s question was barely audible to him. “What?”

“When are you going to tell her you love her?” Anson heard him this time and he turned to look at him directly. Raw emotion was written all over his face. “Words like that should never be left unspoken.”

“I…” No words came out in protest but instead, Ben cleared the air. “I better get back to Kristina.”

Anson shook his head in agreement and also took his leave, heading in the direction of Kate and the illustrious, Noah Parker.

Words Left Unspoken-Part 2

After the wedding, Kate put on her winning smile as the photographer snapped away with his seemingly obnoxious camera, in her opinion anyways. She knew the last thing she should be doing is letting her mood dwindle. But she was blaming a certain guest for its sudden change: Noah Parker.

“Come on; let me see those beautiful smiles, ladies! We are about finished.” The photographer gave them a little extra encouragement, while Kate was sure he was especially directing that comment towards her. “All right, fantastic!” The camera clicked a few more times before they were set free. Anson was waiting for her.

“You know, you are probably the most cheerful person I know.” His sarcasm made Kate laugh, lightening her mood. She was very thankful to have him by her side. “I’ll get over it as soon as I get a drink.”

They walked on in silence, across the lawn and to the tented reception area. Inside, the announcer was full of excitement as he prepared to introduce the wedding party and of course, the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Ben Therone.

In true Kristina fashion, they all danced inside as each of their names was announced. They had worked for weeks on the goofiest dance routine they could come up with and the crowd roared with laughter as they all made fools of themselves.

Breathless, Kate and Anson made their way to the bar. “Well, I think that turned out a lot better than we had hoped.”

She couldn’t help but scan the reception area. Her nerves were certainly on edge. Damn him for doing this to her. He had no right.

“Kate?” Anson looked at her as if waiting for her reply. She had completely missed everything he had said and he read that on her face. “I think it’s time we took our seats.” This time, he did not pose his comment as a question; instead he guided her to where the wedding party was taking their seats for dinner.

Once at the table, Kate reached for her glass of red wine and took a hearty swig. Anson reached for the bottle in front of them and poured her some more which she gladly drank. He couldn’t stop from laughing.

“Whoa there, let’s try and stay sober for the maid of honor speech, okay?” He looked at her in all seriousness, leaning closer so only she could hear.

“Easy for you to say.” The last thing she needed was for him to be coddling her. He had always been protective over her since they had first met in college. Now was not the time. She needed to drink and in large quantities.

“Drinking like a sailor is not going to make him being here easier. He isn’t worth it anyways, and you know he never was. Just let it be and let’s have some fun tonight.” Kate looked up at Anson after his little spiel and couldn’t help but really hear what he was saying. He had never liked Noah and had always been so right about him. Why let his presence start bothering her now? It had been 6 years since they had seen each other last and 4 years since they had stopped talking altogether.

“I know, I know.” He looked at her questionably, trying to see if she was indeed ok. Anson knew what a great cover upper she was. Masking her true feelings was something she was skilled at.

Kate met his gaze and sighed. “Really, I’m fine. Look, I have pulled myself together completely. I told you all it would take is some alcohol.” She flashed one of her gorgeous smiles and he threw back his head with laughter. The arrival of the first course ended their banter and they dug in heartedly, famished from a very long, eventful day.

"Words Left Unspoken"-Part 1

Outside, the warm summer air crackled with laughter and voices as more guests arrived to the quaint, mountain side ranch. Inside, there was anything but laughter. Kate groaned inwardly as she heard sniffling sounds coming from the bride, her best friend Kristina. Reluctantly turning from her window perch, she went into the bedroom to help console the woeful bride.

She paused and shook her head as she beheld the sight before her but smiled consolingly as she continued to her. Kristina had always had a flair for the dramatic. The bride sat upon the bed, dressed to the nines in a Vera Wang sweetheart ivory ball gown, monstrous diamond earrings (courtesy of her worshipping groom, Ben) and a diamond bracelet. Her blond hair had not been swept up into the typical, severe bridal fashion but instead, had been left curled and cascading down her back. She was the true image of a beautiful bride, thought Kate.

Sitting upon the bed beside the bride, her arms went around her.

“Now now, all this crying will destroy your makeup.” Looking to the bride she studied her emotions as she straightened her back and started to smile, the tears drying from her big blue eyes.

“I know, I know but my emotions are a wreck and my mind will not stop whirling about. What if he is not the right man for me? What if Ben is not the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with? Oooooooohhhh!”

Watching her stand in frustration, tears all gone from her eyes, Kate composed herself, waiting a moment to speak.

“It’s just cold feet, pretty typical for the wedding day.” Well, not really in her opinion but the maid of honor was supposed to console, not reaffirm the bride’s fears. Kristina had always been the wild flirt, the girl that always fell hard for each guy but at the same time, had a two second rebound rate. Ben was one of a kind. He was devoted, loving, and he absolutely worshipped Kristina. She knew that too. But as much as she loved her best friend, she was really hoping Kristina wouldn’t screw this marriage up.

“I know, I guess he really is something, huh?”

It was as if she had been reading her mind.

“Yeah, he sure is. Ben is crazy about you. I mean, come on, he asked you to marry him. That means something.” Kate watched her wring her hands, a glow starting on her face, as she stopped pacing the room.

“Oh, I have been such an emotional fool. What would I do without you, Kate?”

“Love makes us fools. That’s the beauty of it. And you would do just fine without me.” She smiled at the bride, knowingly, still studying her face for any last minute fleeting emotions. Thankfully, Kristina seemed to be back to her usual, peppy self. Checking the clock, she snapped back to the present, realizing that they only had 10 minutes before the bride was supposed to walk down the aisle.

“Oh shit! We don’t have much time. Let’s touch up your eye make-up real quick.”

They rushed to the adjoining room where make-up was sprawled out on an antique, rustic vanity, Kristina’s great-grandmothers’.  She sprawled into action as the bride took a seat, fumbling for the correct eye makeup. They were both silent for a moment as she worked on her makeup, wondering and knowing something was going through Kristina’s fast, little mind. She was never quite for longer than a minute. Panic swept over her as she worried that she would actually have to deal with a runaway bride. She studied her face as she finished up her make-up, looking for a sign that Kristina was thinking of bolting…again.

“You know…I always thought you would be the one to get married first.”

She continued finishing up her make-up, not letting Kristina’s comment bother her or cause any sort of knee jerk reaction. So, that’s what had been on her mind. Of all the things.

Placing the makeup back on the vanity, they made eye contact in the mirror. It was enough to stop her best friend from continuing on her train of thought.

She regained her thoughts and her composure and was thankful for a knock at the door; Kristina’s father. It was time for the wedding to begin.

“Well, looks like that’s my signal. You look beautiful. Ben is sure to tear up when he see’s you.” Bidding her goodbye until after the wedding, she made her escape into the hallway and to the back of the house where the rest of the wedding party awaited, not allowing herself to think about anything but the task ahead. She found the best man, and her best guy friend, Anson, waiting for her in the group; his height and full head of raven black hair making him an easy find. His eyes met hers as she went to him, linking her arm in his.

“I take it, from your tardiness, that Kristina was considering leaving her love struck groom at the altar?” His voice was merely a low whisper, meant only for her ears.

“Oh, you know.” She couldn’t help but smile knowingly up at him. The three of them had known each other since college, Anson introducing Kristina to his brother, Ben, the summer before their senior year, 4 years ago. If Kate confided in anyone outside of Kristina, it was Anson. He knew her too well.

“Oh, and you look gorgeous by the way.” Anson’s voice was even lower this time.

She missed the catch in his voice, his comment only reminding her to check herself over one last time. Her pale purple, one shoulder, knee length dress was different from all the other bridesmaids’ dresses. It’s satin material was covered completely with an overlay of an even lighter purple, lace, and her brown hair, like the bride’s, was left to cascade down her back with only a couple of daisies to complete the look.

After reassuring herself that she was completely put together, she returned her attention to Anson’s comment.

“Always the charmer.” She looked up at him, giving him a grin.

“Only for you.” Music flowed in through the open glass doors with his comment, turning their attention back to the present and signaling the party to start the wedding procession.

She watched as three pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen went before them, down the stairs and to the wedding ceremony area before them. She felt Anson nudge her playfully with his elbow, making her look up at him as he gave her a wink with his twinkling green eyes.

“Here we go.”

She held in her breath as they stepped forward, hoping she didn’t trip and fall on her face, as was her tendency, but thankful that she had Anson to hold on to. The ceremony area was beautifully decorated in a rustic theme with wildflowers and the looming Rocky Mountains for the backdrop. Guests were seated upon wooden benches, only completing the look of the evening.

Kate smiled as she walked on down the aisle, glancing over the faces of the many guests. They continued on, almost up the seemingly long aisle, when her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the one person she never thought she would see again. Why was he here? She swept her eyes away from him, keeping her smile plastered on her face, meanwhile, feeling Anson momentarily tighten his grip on her arm. She hadn’t been dreaming like she had hoped. He had seen him too.

Hello, It's Me Again

It has been quite a while since I last posted on here. I guess you could say life got in the way? I know, horrible excuse not to keep writing trashy romances, just HORRIBLE!

Well, I may have dwindled on the writing part but I'm always dreaming up new stories :-) I think that may be my problem. I start writing and then my mind goes nutso and...yeah. Well anyways, stay tuned for an actual, REAL, short story. Yahoooooo! Right?

A Royal Affair

                                                                  Chapter 5—continued!

“You are such a charmer, Keaton, women must love that. You even have me falling for it.” Evelyn had already extracted herself from his arms and distance was again between them.

“Evelyn, I don’t normally do this. There is just something about you.” Keaton’s face had grown stern and serious and Evelyn had to look away.

“You act as if you have never met an American woman before.”

“You are not like most American women. Any woman for that matter.”

“We have only known each other for 24 hours. You don’t know much about me at all.” Evelyn had turned again to face Keaton, his hands raising to frame her face.

“I know that you are smart but wild, passionate, historically nerdy…beautiful.” Evelyn laughed but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his as he continued. “The way you kiss, well that alone has told me so much.” Keaton leaned in for another kiss from her beckoning lips and Evelyn caught herself before she fell for his trick.

“Keaton!” Evelyn laughed, blushing, and stepped out of his grasp for good. She needed to get back to her flat before things got any more heated between them than they already had.

Keaton wanted her so badly. His body was saying one thing while he knew he needed to get her home but he had to see her again.

“I better get you home I suppose?”

“You suppose right.”

They headed off the grounds of Kensington Palace and into the London night.

A Royal Affair

Chapter 5

Kensington Palace

“I guess this is one of the perks of being a royal, hmmm?” Evelyn and Keaton walked down the main hall of Kensington Palace. The Palace was closed due to some required upkeep and maintenance.

“I guess you could say so.”

“Such a beautiful place! I love it. But I have said that about everywhere you have taken me today. I just can’t get over it.” Evelyn said observing in awe.

“This was a very important place for many of the past Queens. Each left their own touch, transforming it to its current stature.”

“And here I am, walking in its midst of history with a direct descendant.”

Keaton let out a hearty laugh and they continued their tour, stopping when they reached the grand balcony that looked out over the gardens.

“You have been quite the tour guide today, Keaton. I feel guilty for taking so much of your time. You must have something better to do.” Evelyn rested her hands on the cool stone railing, facing the gardens to take in the cool evening air and the beauty of the sight ahead of her. The day had been unreal.

“I couldn’t possibly think of a better way to spend my day, Evelyn. It’s so refreshing to get away from everything and everyone. And anyways, I forgot how fun it is to get lost in these places and share my knowledge of my ancestry. You have done me a great honor by allowing me to accompany you.”

Oh how he knew exactly what to say, Evelyn thought to herself. The words spilled from his mouth with finesse and the most perfect accent. She closed her eyes and transported herself to years before, when ladies and gentlemen of high nobility roamed the very spot where they were standing. She could just imagine what Keaton would look like in period military regalia and she, in a grand dress fit for a queen. The heat of Keaton’s touch on her hand brought her out of her dream world.

“Daydreaming now are we? You should be very inspired to write now.”

“Oh, I think I was inspired long before today’s events.” Evelyn said, turning to face Keaton, shrinking the distance between them.

“What do you mean?” Keaton looked at her inquisitively, raising an eyebrow in wonder at her meaning.

Evelyn skirted around his question. “I was inspired the moment I stepped foot off the plane!”

“Hmmm England tends to do that to people.” Keaton moved closer to her, the sun setting in the distance casting its burning glow upon them.

“Oh? Is that right?” Evelyn wanted grab him and kiss that smirk off his face. Damn the man for being so desirable.

Keaton leaned in closer, his face only inches from hers, their bodies not yet touching.

“Just imagine how many people have shared a kiss at this very spot.”

“Oh, I already have.”

“I suppose we should officially join the ranks of England’s past nobility. That way, you can properly be inspired to write of regency romance. You can’t tell a story without experiencing it firsthand to some extent.” Keaton flashed Evelyn a devilish grin, pulling her into his arms.

“Oh, but I can! And I told you I have already been properly inspired.” Evelyn pushed back on his chest, pulling away in a teasing manner but Keaton kept his arms wrapped tightly around her, leaning in to take her lips with his. The kiss was soft, yet passionate. Evelyn melted into Keaton’s strong body, wanting more from him. His hands found her hair, shaking it loose from its pins to flow freely in his hands. Evelyn tore her lips from his, stepping back and out of his arms. The warmth from the remnants of the sun became extinguished and the cool night air took hold, urging them both back into each other’s embrace.

A Royal Affair--UPDATE!

Okay, so I promise I haven't been neglecting my royal story!! I will be working on it all weekend so look for posts the next few days. I'll probably do a few more parts then switch it up a bit to leave you all hanging...AGAIN!

I have so many new storys invading my head and I need to get them out already. Including a most non-traditional romance set in the old american west involving a madam (the women who ran brothels, parlors, etc), vampire, and a werewolf.

Stay tuned for more!

THE Book

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A Royal Affair

Chapter 4

Evelyn awoke to sun streaming in her window, warming her cool body and her senses. Her thoughts immediately returned to where they had left off the night before. What an interesting night it had been. Lifting her fingers to her lips she closed her eyes as she remembered Keaton’s lips on hers. Warmth had flooded her body the previous night like never before and the feeling was slowly returning that morning as she remembered the exquisite sensation. She was not one to get wrapped up in a simple kiss, prince or not, so the feelings from last night baffled her. No matter what though, what happened last night was history and she would never see the man again. It was time to bring her dreamer self back to reality. She had more than enough work to get started on early that morning.

Jumping out of bed Evelyn got ready to head out. The flat was entirely too silent for writing and work. She liked the hustle and bustle of life going on around her. Somehow, it made her concentrate more and write even better.

Just as she was heading for the door to leave for the day, Rose walked in wearing last night’s club apparel, being very nonchalant that she had shacked up at Harry’s place.

“Evie! How was Prince Charming last night? I’ve been dying to talk to you about what happened.”

Evelyn was sure that Rose had been preoccupied enough with Harry that her thoughts back to last night’s events was a very recent occurrence. Just when she had gotten the man out of her mind, back he came.

“He’s just another guy, Rose. We danced and that’s it, really.”

Rose laughed at Evelyn’s careless comment. “He’s not just another guy, but whatever you say Evie. The guy had all eyes for you last night, that’s for sure.”

Evelyn plopped down on the couch, exasperated with the whole subject of the prince. “Keaton can get whoever he wants, whenever he wants. He’s that kind of guy. I was just there and we had some fun. The end. He knows nothing about me.”

“You should have gone home with him.”

“Rose! I had no desire to sleep with him. He was very ordinary, to tell the truth.” Now Evelyn could feel her nose growing longer as the lies started to spill out of her mouth. Keaton Rothesay was anything but ordinary and the man reeked of raw sex appeal. Just thinking of his tall, muscular, thick frame and dark looks made Evelyn’s insides turn to jelly. But she had to remember that it was her body wanting him, not actually her. The man was arrogant and full aware of his looks and power over women. What had happened between them was pure physical attraction at its best.

“If you say so, then that must be the case.” Rose knew that something had happened between them. She could tell by the way her friend wanted to get off the subject. She knew though, that it was best to let it go for the time being.

“Well, I better head out now. Call me if you need me. I’ll be writing and researching all day.”

“Alright, see you later.”

Evelyn left the flat and walked out into the brisk London morning. She had seen a quaint little coffee shop a few blocks down the previous day and headed there.

By the time she reached the London Coffee House, the place was already filling up with customers. The coffee house was very quaint and retro at the same time and hosted some perfect outdoor seating that Evelyn took full advantage of. From her seat, she could see the edge of Hyde Park in the distance and some of downtowns busy shopping area. It was a perfect place to start her journey off by brainstorming her new novel.

Evelyn took a sip of her black coffee as she opened her laptop, the aroma awakening her senses and making the day seem even better than it had before. The morning seemed to melt away as she began getting lost in her dream world of novel writing. The characters and plot were forming easily in her mind but the need for physical research brought her back to reality. Three hours had passed and she had already made so much progress.

The feeling of eyes on her made her look up from her computer. She had been so lost in her story that she had completely ignored the people coming and going from the London Coffee House and thus had been completely oblivious to the man sitting directly across from her peering over a newspaper wearing a pair of black disguising Ray Bans and a crooked grin. Evelyn suddenly felt a wave of familiarity wash over her as she looked up at him. The man pulled down his sun glasses making it more than obvious his identity and Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat as he got up and walked over to take a seat at her table.

Evelyn pulled herself together and broke the ice. “London is huge and I manage to run into an infamous prince here of all places?”

Keaton let a hearty laugh loose before taking off his sunglasses so they could finally make eye contact. Evelyn had almost forgotten how good looking he was. He was the full package: dark, disheveled hair, strong jaw, tan, dark eyes, fantastic smile…she had to stop herself as her mind started to wander to his lower extremities. Her mind could only guess as to what laid there.

“What can I say, it’s meant to be.” Keaton’s grin grew wider and Evelyn knew he was up to something.

“Oh? Just happened to be in this part of town? At a coffee shop?”

“Well, maybe I have connections and they just happened to tell me where I could find you.”

Now there was the arrogant man she remembered. “I bet you do. Well, I was just about to head out. I have a lot of research to do today.” Evelyn started to shuffle her belongings into her bag.

“Research, eh? What exactly do you do?” Keaton was obviously intrigued as to her mission for the day and the reason she was in England in the first place.

“I’m a romance novelist and I’m here working on a new novel set in England.”

“An American Romance novelist? Well, well and how are your experiences so far working for your inspiration?” There he went again, she thought. He was arrogant for sure or at least that is what he came off as.

“The last 24 hours have worked wonders for my writing. I feel so inspired by meeting a prince and being swept off my feet.” Evelyn’s sarcasm was evident.

“It has been my pleasure. How can I help you further?”

“Oh, you have helped me way too much already. Thank you.” Evelyn rose from her patio spot and swung her bag to her shoulder. Keaton also rose, stepping closer to her.

Flustered and getting ready to walk away, she looked up to realize she had stepped even closer to Keaton and his take me to bed eyes were telling her not to leave.

“Evelyn, let me help you. I can show you around some of the oldest estates in the area. Surely I can be of assistance to your research rather than bantering with you. But don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy that.” His devilish grin came out again and Evelyn began to relax. The tension and warmth flowing through her body started to soothe and calm her.

“Aren’t you a busy man? You are in London for a reason, correct?”

“Yes but my family can be a little too much. I’m just the best man and my duties are simple enough. I would much rather be back on the continent, flying. That’s what I love but Royal family duties call me here. Today, though, I am your humble servant.”

Evelyn looked up at him, his sincerity and genuine want to help evident. Why not let him show her around, she thought.

“Well then, shouldn’t we get started?” Evelyn walked past Keaton smiling as he gladly followed her lead. The day was sure to be anything but boring.

A Royal Affair

Chapter 3

Evelyn listened intently to the man chatting her up at the bar. She had arrived at Raffles with Rose but could see from where she was sitting, that Rose had found Harry, her obvious hook up for the night. As much as she loved Rose, she was leading the poor Brit on. She had seen it way too many times.

Evelyn grinned, turning her attention back towards the gentleman talking her ear off. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“Would you like to dan-…” The man stopped mid sentenced and his attention was drawn to something or someone behind her. Evelyn was baffled by his odd behavior and turned to her left on the bar stool to see what had stolen his attention. Standing there, hovering beside her was the darkest, sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. It was evident by his devilish grin that he was full aware of his good looks.

“You are the most beautiful woman here.” His grin changed to a smile, revealing a perfect set of white teeth.

“And you, sir, are making me swoon.” Evelyn knew his type and she was sure as hell going to have some fun with him.

“Ah, a feisty American are we…let me buy you a drink. Bartender!” The man called after the bartender only momentarily diverting his attention.

“Ha! Only if you are the King of England himself.” Evelyn began to rise from her seat at the bar but the man would not budge.

“Well, no. I’m merely a prince. Thank God for that. My brother gets to deal with all that business someday.”

“Excuse me?”

“Keaton Rothesay, Prince of Carrick, at your service, ma’am.” He said with a seemingly mocking bow.

Wow, this guy really was full of himself, Evelyn thought.

“Well sir, your royal company has been a pleasure.” With that, Evelyn gave a curtsy and walked away from him. What nerve and how arrogant he was! She soon found Rose who immediately grabbed her arm and dragged her into a corner.

“Do you have any idea who was just hitting on you?” Rose was dead serious and Evelyn was completely confused by her reaction.

“Oh Rose, it was just some smart aleck Brit trying to get in my pants.”

“That was the Prince of Carrick, Keaton Rothesay! He must be in town for his brother’s wedding.”

“Well, he wasn’t anything special.” Evelyn couldn’t help but think of the man. He was a looker for sure but he was too confident and it was obvious he used his status as a royal to his advantage.

“Well, well, trying to bag the last single Prince in England are we?” Harry blurted out, joining the conversation.

“No thank you.” Evelyn took another drink trying her best to ignore Harry. She had just met him a few hours earlier and still could not decide if she liked the man or not. It was obvious though, that Rose enjoyed his company, maybe even more than she let on.

Harry’s comment though, brought her out of her thoughts. “Well you better tell him that because he is headed straight toward you.” With that, Rose and Harry left her alone suddenly and before she knew it, there he was, every 6ft of his raw sex appeal making the club feel so much smaller, so much hotter.

“I believe this is yours ms…?” Keaton held a drink within her reach. It was exactly what she had been drinking all night.

“Evelyn…” She really had no idea what to say. Suddenly she was tongue-tied. The man was like a drug on her senses. She knew she had to snap out of it and the sooner the better. No wonder her first gut reaction had been to get away from him.

“Let’s dance.” Before she knew what had hit her they were on the dance flood together, their bodies melded close. Looking up, they locked eye contact, and he pulled her even closer than she thought possible. The music, his body, the alcohol…everything melded together for a sinful concoction. Evelyn let go of herself and they danced the night away without saying a word to each other.

Evelyn soon found her senses and pulled away from him. “I have to go.”

The crowded dance floor made it impossible for Keaton to keep his hold on her and she disappeared. He went after her fast, catching up to her right before she left the club. Pulling her to him, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss.

Evelyn was completely caught off guard by Keaton and his kiss. As much as she wanted to push away, she couldn’t. In a secluded corner, they were completely alone, away from prying eyes. His tongue entered her mouth in a rythyme that made her insides melt. His hands framed her body, making their way down her hips pulling her closer.

Evelyn pulled away. “You must enjoy doing this to women. How easy it is for you to make women fall for you.”

“I find the women that fall at my feet absolutely boring and gold diggers. That is why I stay out of the spotlight. I detest media attention.” Keaton was slightly baffled by the way she was acting but he enjoyed her feisty-ness. She was a beautiful, breath of fresh air. Women usually did anything to be with him and he hated it. This one had mocked him and had tried to escape him twice in one night, he was more than intrigued.

“Well, your royal highness, I must bid you goodnight.”

Keaton was not going to let her get away just yet. He grabbed her hand as she turned and pulled her to him again but this time, the kiss was soft and lingering.

“Goodnight, Evelyn.”

A Royal Affair

Part 2

“Welcome to Home Sweet Home!”

“I love it! And this area is perfect! Close enough to downtown London but also in a quaint neighborhood.” Evelyn had been in awe during the ride to their apartment located near Hyde Park. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the beautiful architecture of the city and the people.

“Like I said, I’ve lived here for about 4 months now and I can’t see myself living anywhere else. While the rent is pricey it is more than worth it.”

“Yeah, and you have me here now to help with that!”

“Yes! Now let me show you your room. You will absolutely love what I have done with it.”

They finished touring the apartment and made their way to Evelyn’s new room for the next six months. Rose had went to school to study Art History and worked in a high end gallery in London. Evelyn had trusted her with decorating and finding the appropriate furnishings for her bedroom.

“Rose! This is perfect!” The room was very large complete with a four poster canopy bed, an armoire, desk, and night stand. It was absolutely perfect.

Evelyn fell onto the bed with a sigh of happiness. “Now this bed is fit for a Queen.”

“I told you it was totally worth the money!”

“Hmmm yes, you were right.” Evelyn continued to lie there, drawing in a deep breath of satisfaction. She knew she was where she was supposed to be. Everything strangely felt so right.

“Would you care for a cup of tea?”

Rose’s question jolted Evelyn back down to Earth. “Yes, that would be great.”

Walking into the kitchen, Evelyn surveyed the rest of the apartment. It seemed as if it would be an excellent place to for her to write. Before she knew it, there was a cup of warm tea in front of her.

“Get prepared, I’m taking you clubbing tonight at the Raffles in West End," Rose blurt out as she took another sip of her tea.

“You know I’m not crazy about that scene, Rose. I would much rather go to a pub and throw back a couple beers. I’ll go though. Can’t say no to something I have yet to try.”

“Oh, I know. But it’s so different here than it is in the states. This place is very high end and it is one of the best clubs in London. I can probably even get us in the VIP lounge.”

Evelyn raised her eyebrows inquisitively at Rose. “Oh? And how is that?”

Rose grinned. “One of the managers has the hots for me. I met him at an art show a couple months ago.”

“I think I remember you telling me about this guy.”

“Yep, Harry is his name but any who, Raffles is very high end and a lot of British celebs go there.”

“Sounds like it could turn out to be a very interesting night.”

“Yes it does indeed.”

They finished off their tea and Evelyn busied herself unpacking. The night ahead was only a fleeting thought in her mind. She couldn’t wait to dive into research the next day and her thoughts became crowded with the places she longed to visit first.

A Royal Affair

Part 1

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to begin our final descent…” The Pilot’s voice jarred Evelyn from sleep.

Finally she had arrived. Outside, the sunny London day beckoned her. Today would be the beginning of her six month writing research stay in England. At the age of 24, she had become a well established new romance novelist. Luck had definitely been on her side with the success of her first book published 6 months prior. While its story had been set in the American West, success had brought on the want for something new and challenging: A story set in period England. She was ready to dive in and fall in love with a new set of characters and a completely new country.

“Evie!” Stepping into the hustle and bustle of London’s Heathrow Airport, Evelyn glanced around looking for the source of voice calling her by her nickname. Of course, it was none other than her friend, Rose, who she would be living with during her time in country. They had been good friends since college and it had been too long since they had seen each other last.

“Rose! It’s been too long!” They both embraced each other.

“You look amazing, Evelyn. For a while you had me worrying that you were going to turn into a plump, hermit writer!” Rose had always been one to be blunt. But that’s why they were friends.

Laughing Evelyn said to Rose, “No way, you know I can’t stay cooped up indoors writing forever!”

“Well thank god! Let’s get your bags and then hit the town! I can’t wait to show you around the city. You are going to fall in love.”

“Well, that’s exactly what I need! You know how badly I have wanted to travel here. God, I actually can’t believe I’ll be here for 6 months. It’s too exciting.” Evelyn was getting even more excited by what the next few months would bring her. “And all the old houses, estates, historic buildings, and a royal wedding! So much to see and do.”

“Well Evie, you may just find it hard to leave after all.”

“As enchanting as a land I’m sure it is the future King of England himself couldn’t even get me to stay here forever.”

“It amazes me how a romance writer can be so pessimistic when it comes to love. But you do have a point. The man is engaged to be married in a month.”

“Exactly, Rose. There you go.”

“But, he does have a sexy, dark and handsome younger brother. Sadly, he manages to escape the press and stay out of the limelight by devoting his time to the Royal Air Force so the press stays clear away from him. Tragic. The man is very easy on the eyes. Like a good hearty mix of Ian Somerhalder, Hugh Jackman, and Clive Owen. With the wedding so close, he’s bound to be in London soon.”

“Mmmm Yes! Now you have my attention! Oh Rose, you are such a hopeless romantic.” Laughing, they walked out of the airport and into the sunny London afternoon.

Writer's Block?

And I want to call myself a writer!? What a slacker I am!

Okay, so I obviously didn't get the Spring Break/Pride & Prejudice story done but I will! Since it's been a while since I have posted anything AND there is a royal wedding this week (ahhhhhhHHH!)  my next story is going to stick with the theme for the week...Hot Princes, England, and Fairytale endings! But with plenty of steamyness, of course (ok, so I don't think the Queen will approve!).

And...
Here's to you, Harry, the last sexy and single Prince in all the land. Females everywhere will dread the day you marry.

Hello There, Mr. Darcy

I'm sure of you are all very familiar with Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice, whether it be the book, film(s), or even a slight obsession with Jane Austen herself! Either way, prepare for a contemporary spring break romance inspired by the classic story. Now, don't expect this to be your average, teasing, no touchy, Jane Austen style story. Oh no, you all know my writing very well by now and let's just say, Jane Austen would be speechless (that is, beyond the point of blushing).

So, sit back and get ready for some sexed up, tan, dark, and handsome Mr. Darcy :-)

P.S. Here is a picture of my inspiration. (aka the sexed up Mr. Darcy)

A Valentine's Day Short

They pulled up to the overlook and beheld the glistening icy water below them in vast expanse across the land. What a day to be doing this. What a place to be doing this. A place of beginning and a place of end. Or was it not?

They both sat there in silence even after the engine had fallen silent. So many emotions filled the cab of his truck that they need not even speak a word. They both hungered for the others touch but their stubbornness held them back.

"Why did we come here, of all places?" Allena found her voice and her frustration was evident. The place in front of them was full of so many good memories for both of them

"Because we need to talk," Cal admitted.

Allena looked out the window not turning to face Cal. Their lives were entering a new chapter and forcing them to take different paths, away from each other.

"I don't want to fight about this again. That's all we have been doing. We talk, we fight, we have incredible make up sex. That's what we do."

"We are not here to fight, Allena."

"Cal, we're over. It's that easy. We don't need to drag this out any longer. What we had was great, no, amazing but we'll be thousands of miles apart." Allena knew he would never ask her to come with him and she understood. Their relationship had been sudden, short, exploding with passion, but the timing was off.

Allena didn't give Cal a chance to respond. She swung open the truck door, hopped out, and slammed the door close before she began to walk away. Cal immediately followed into the brisk night air and caught up to Allena fast.

"Stop fighting me Allena." Cal's words made her stop dead in her tracks.

Allena turned to face Cal and her feelings were written all over her face. In the darkness of the cool night, the moonlight illuminated her features and the sadness within her.

Cal reached out to pull Allena in to his arms but she stepped back out of her grasp.

"No, Cal. I can't."

"Damn it, Allena. It's not over. It will never be over." With that he grabbed her and crushed her to him, taking her lips with his own. Her body melded to his, giving into the the hard, wanting hold of his body. His hands framed her face and he tore his lips from her own swollen ones. "I can't watch you walk away again, Allena. God...I'm so damn in love with you."

She pulled him to her in a searing kiss that said everything she couldn't find words to say. They soon pulled away from each other and walked back to his truck, never letting the other go.

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(later that night)

As soon as they walked into the door at Cal's place, they were in each other's arms. Cal pinned Allena against the wall, taking her mouth in a fierce, ravishing, kiss. His mouth broke away and he turned her to face the wall, his hands tracing their way down her body. Allena was losing herself in his touch.

Cal turned her to him and Allena wrapped her legs around him. Clothes were falling everywhere as they made their way to his bed. Once there, Allena layed on the bed completely naked and overcome with her need for him. Cal finished shedding his clothes and joined her on the bed, covering her body with his own. Pinning her arms above her head, his mouth moved down her kneck and then lower, to take each breast into his mouth. Allena moaned in sweet ecstacy as Cal's mouth continued to move even lower, to her very wet core. His tongue probbed her in a natural rythym and her body arched beneath him.

Cal continued to torture her with his mouth until she was on the verge of her climax. He moved up between her legs and entered her hot, wet, core slowly and then faster. Her legs wrapped tight around him and her fingers dug into his back with each thrust. She met her climax fast and his soon followed.

They collapsed in the aftermath of their fast, sweet lovemaking. As soon as the both returned to a steady state of mind, Allena broke the air with her confession.

"I love you too, Cal. Happy Valentines Day." Their lips met again, igniting the passion and love within each other that would always hold them together.