Leave the Ring On

Christian noticed the promise ring on Josettes' left hand and wondered if she would come to him despite it. He imagined her in the silence of the night, whispering soft words to him alone as her pulse pounded in his head. She tasted sweet yet salty, he imagined, as he lay more than one kiss on her warm skin. Yes, leave the ring on, he thought, for commitment truly lives only in the heart, and marriage, well he felt bound to her the moment their eyes met. He imagined her standing before him, dropping her inhibitions along with each article of her exquisite clothing until there was no more of either.

She said nothing as she took his hand and for that he was grateful. Words ruined moments like this one. Words so often debased deep emotion, laying waste to those feelings that are ineffable; and this moment was truly indescribable. Her beauty was beyond all words and his desire for her, all consuming. When she reached up to touch his face the promise ring caught the moonlight and sparkled, like starlight from the heavens. Yes, I truly am in heaven, he thought, as he kissed the inside of her wrist.

Yes, by all means, leave the ring on.

My Muse Returns

He's back folks.

My beautiful, intense, imaginative muse. After my mom passed away, I simply could not write and I gently tried to explain that to my muse. He understood, but still....he wants to get this second book finished and then move onto the third. You know how stubborn a muse can be!

I have really missed writing and hopefully now, I can pick up where I left off and begin to end my second novel in this series. I think we are back in business, my muse and I. My grief is there yet so is my muse, and he wants me to write. He knows how the creative spirit can rise like a flame out of the ashes to give the world another great story.

Watching Josette In Eglise Saint Germain l' Aurrerrois

Christian sat diagonally to her left just out of her line of vision. The mortal heartbeats, slow and rhythmic, echoed off the vaulted ceiling here in the holiest of places. The sound soothed him. He wondered how she had managed to find her way into Gaetan's bed. He had sat by her side at the opera, so protecttively, so covetous of the beautiful mortal girl. Christian remembered how she glanced at him when she though no one was looking. He had done the same, being totally distracted by her. He felt sparks between them from the moment they had met and he wondered if their mutual attraction bled through the veneer of their manners and the protocol that governed both their lives. She was a swirling mass of contradictions. Who was the girl underneath the intelligent eyes and warm smile? He could not help himself for wanting to find out.

"What are you doing here?" A familiar voice whispered in his ear.
MIchel sat down beside him and quickly scanned the crowd until he spotted Josette. "Ah."
"What are you doing here?" Christian asked not taking his eyes off the girl.
"Looking for you." Michel's soft voice moved over him in waves. Then he leaned closer.
"At the risk of sticking my nose where it does not belong, I think you have a death wish, my friend."
Christian leaned even closer to his best friend. "I'm already dead, remember?"