GLOVES ~ a lusty short (But not in the way you wish) "Pleeeeeeeease, Billy, pleeeeeease...."

Himself grotesquely disfigured in a car wreck, the visitor was easily the most beautiful woman eighteen-year-old Billy had ever seen, and before the story ends, he will get her to touch him, no matter the cost.

TOUCH... We all take it for granted, but this one-night visitor to Billy's aunt's B&B covers her skin to prevent it. Covered from head to ankle in skin-hugging lace, it was difficult to imagine the meaning behind her every strange move and the odd behavior of her male companion. It wasn't long before Billy began his investigation and discovered he wanted her to touch him in the worst possibly way. Even if it turned out, she might not even be human.

“Billy, pleeeease….” she cooed, her eyes sorrowful, her glistening lips begging me to surrender. “It hurts me not to touch. It hurts me.”



GLOVES by Ellen C. Maze, 99 cents on Kindle

EXCERPT:

About the time I got to my own story, Edna’s voice trickled up announcing dinner; I was supposed to help serve. I stood and Roxanne followed suit.

“Wait,” she said and took a step closer. “Wait…” she whispered the second time and lifted leather-wrapped fingers to my eye-level. Oh, I wished those fingers would touch me. “Wait, just a moment, please…” whispering again, and begging, as I’d heard through the wall earlier. My follicles reacted to the sensation of her touch as she moved the curls aside and then stroked, once, twice, three times, without ever touching my scalp. What and why didn’t matter, only that she didn’t stop. Then an insane phrase came out of my mouth.

“You can touch me, Roxanne. It’s okay.” I stood only inches away and when the words left my mouth, a look crossed her face that I’d never before seen. Was it exhilaration? Joy? Perverse fear? I think it was all three.

Roxanne withdrew her fingers and right under my nose, I watched her slowly, no—provocatively—slip the glove from her hand. Oh, yes, she was about to touch me. I made an effort to bend my knees so I wouldn’t pass out.

      “Billy, where should I touch you?”
       Choices? What did it matter where? Just do it! My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and I wished I had telepathy.
       Her manicured pale fingers moved toward my hairline and an electric buzz coursed to my head as if attracted by her touch. She moaned the instant her fingers made contact, and I fell in love with her mouth.
      Then I lost consciousness.

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EMMA'S DRAGON ~ If only she'd paid more attention... LOVE BITES, LOVE BURNS

Written in a jolly, tongue-in-cheek style, dark humor horror short story, EMMA'S DRAGON: A FAIRLY HORRIBLE LOVE STORY recounts how Emma Topp saw a dragon, reported it to the police, and fell in lust. If she'd had more time, it might have blossomed into more, but alas, life--as in love-- often takes its own route to fulfillment.

SYNOPSIS: Famous children's book illustrator, Emma Topp, saw a dragon while camping alone at Tom Bailey Lake. Should she tell anyone? Braving to share her sighting with handsome and dashing Deputy Trevor Lucas, Emma might have bitten off more than she can chew.

REVIEWERS: Love it or hate it. The author calls it "a fairly horrible love story" because of the dark twist at the end. If you want fluffy romance, this snarky tale won't satisfy. But if you like your horror with a giggle and a sexy deputy thrown in for good measure, this will make your lunch hour a hoot.

LOCATION: Emma sees her dragon in Birmingham, Alabama.

EXCERPT:

When she reached her favorite spot, her watch read 5:30, still three hours until dusk. Emma worked her pack loose and dropped it to the leafy ground. A flash of movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention and she peered into the thick brush to discern what moved. After five seconds, branches swayed as if something had passed through, and she still hadn’t heard anything. Not yet alarmed, Emma called in the direction of the movement, “Hey there!”

Immediately, an Auburn Tigers baseball cap popped into her vision above the lower branches, followed by a wisp of brown hair, and a pair of luminescent green eyes.

Luminescent? Emma ignored her creative mind and waved at the deputy, not even wondering at his being there.

“Miss Topp,” he laughed, stepping into full view, “come to try your luck again?”

“You come to see if I was yankin’ yer chain?” she replied, putting on a severe southern drawl.

Deputy Lucas chuckled and shook his head. “You caught me.”

Dressed in relaxed jeans, decidedly-worn hiking boots, and a light windbreaker over a plain red T-shirt, the deputy appeared much less official, but no less delicious. Emma winced at her train of thought and he smiled as if he’d read her thoughts.

“So this is the spot, huh?” he asked, dropping his pack near hers and planting his feet to take in the area.

Emma followed his gaze as it circled around. Besides the tops of chest-high brush, in front of full-grown birch and oak trees, a roller coaster-shaped mountain range filled the far horizon. Lovely, quiet, secluded—great place for a dragon to hang...

Check it out on Amazon Kindle ( 99 cents), and leave a review if it moves you! ~ Ellen
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