I'm thrilled to be included in an anthology of sensual short stories by the Writers of The Nu Romantics, called Beyond the Last Page....because the end is the beginning of forever.
The anthology is coming out on January 31, but is available for pre-order now at the special price of 99c
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Here are the blurbs for each of the stories:
“Beyond the Rain” by R.B. O’Brien
Young love is like the first time one sees a shooting star; it’s bright and magical. But not all stars can be seen through the rain. When Julietta and Max fall in love one romantic and lustful summer, etching their forever promises into the big oak under a night sky, neither could predict what the stars had in store for their future. Will their love last beyond the rain?
“Beyond Forever” by Sebastian Nox
Is this life a dream within a dream? For lovers Adam and Abigail, it may be their reality, a universe of two. Or is it a prison? Beyond their love. Beyond Forever.
“Beyond The Call of Duty” by Rachel de Vine
Fearing death, he learns how to live. But can he forget the girl he left at home for a brief taste of heaven? The call of duty during the First World War tested people and relationships to their limit.
“Beyond the Mask” by Mark A Morris
In a world where most people hide behind masks, can Kathleen and Sean find truth?
“Beyond Mercy” by Summer Layne
One night. Three lives forever changed. Mercy never imagined finding love in the arms of two men or how much it would hurt to leave them. Can they find their way back together?
“Beyond the Last Breath” by Ashlee Shades While his wife lay in the hospital bed, barely clinging on to life, Thomas reflects on their years together and the happy memories they created. When they pledged, ''Till death do you part," no one ever explained the pain of loving beyond the last breath.
Here is an excerpt from some of the stories:
Beyond the Rain - by R.B. O'Brien
There was a sexual energy in that summer of ’69. It was a summer where girls’ breasts swelled and boys’ legs stretched for miles; where tummies were sucked in and stretched flat; where girls wished their hips were round enough to hold up the strings of their bikinis and boys hoped they were round enough for different reasons; and it was the summer Max and Julietta would fall in love.
Max was the first to dive off the dock that day they all followed each other down to the lake, chasing each other on their bikes, the girls ahead until they weren’t. He was such a show-off, such a boy’s boy, to everyone else, but to Julietta, he would come to be known as a romantic, a side only she got to see. It made her feel special. He always made her feel…so many things.
Max’s lean body dove head-first, the blonde of his summer-kissed hair, darker after the Mountain Peaks’ water wet it, his eyes looking at her, always, first, before anyone else in their large group, causing her skin to blush and goose-pebble. She hated to dive off the dock, the water always getting in her ears, the sunblock fading off her face, making the freckles she hated that much more susceptible to the sun’s razor beams, that much more visible. The two were complete opposites. He was tan and tall and gregarious; and she, skin like ivory, was shy and bookish and too voluptuous for a 13-year-old.
But he never threw her in and as the summer days crept on, Julietta and Max slowly began to find other things to do than jump off docks or hang out with the gang. Though they never spoke much those first few weeks, there was an invisible force pulling them, an electric charge between them, something unspoken, and she discovered how to touch herself at night in just that way that made her body shudder as the stars and moon witnessed her ecstasy through her open window, where she’d say his name quietly into the pillow, and feel things in her belly like the fluttering of a caged bird being let free for the first time. It made her feel as if being thirteen should be forever stopped still in time...
Beyond Forever - by Sebastian Nox
She was flying. Mind and body, which was strapped into the front passenger seat of a restored ‘73 Plymouth Barracuda, barreling along a lonely mountain road. She wanted to tell him (the rational part of her brain) to ease up on the gas pedal, but the playground emotive of the little girl swinging recklessly high won out. She rolled the window down, October wind riotously teasing her locks. A vintage rock song blared from the one FM station that came in with no static. Fingers seductively pulled the hem of the yellow dress above bare knees. A hooded side gaze revealed she had the driver’s attention. Startled by a sudden curve in the road, he quickly downshifted, easing off the gas pedal, letting his breath out in one long exhalation. “Baby, those thighs may be the death of me yet.”
Beyond the Call of Duty - by Rachel de Vine
It was while taking some supplies to the medical tent that he first met Camille. She was standing in the doorway, dressed completely in white, the wintry sun shining down on her face. She’s an angel, Tom thought. She was petite, with long dark brown hair tied back into a bun and a beautiful smile.
Another soldier grinned at Tom. “That’s Camille. Her smile can revive any man, for sure. She volunteers from the local village to care for the wounded. But there’s no point in trying to get in her drawers, pal. One or two have tried. No chance. She brushes them off and keeps to herself.”
Tom couldn’t stop staring at her though, barely turning his head away from her to respond to his comrade. “She’s beautiful, that’s for sure. I thought the villagers had fled. They’re barely two miles from the front. They could be overrun at any time.”
“Most of them have gone. There’s just a handful left. If we pull back, they’ll have to leave. I expect Camille will come with us. None of the men want to leave her behind for the Hun to paw over.”
Beyond Mercy - by Summer Layne
Sitting outside the venue of my high school reunion in my car, I give myself a pep talk. Suck it up Mercy. You didn't buy a new dress and new shoes to drive an hour to not get out of the car. Flipping down the visor, I check my appearance one more time. Green eyes outlined in long dark lashes stare back at me, my auburn hair done the way I know they used to love. Freshening up my lipstick, I exit the car and make my way inside. A few people greet me with hugs and smiles at the door but that's it. Chase and Luke were my only real friends, so it's easy to go unnoticed. The open bar is set up in the far right corner. Yes, that's what I need. I go to the bar and order a glass of pink Moscato. Bringing the long stem glass to my lips, I take a sip, surveying the room. I freeze at the sound of the familiar voice in my ear. "Hello, again pretty girl
Beyond the Last Breath - by Ashlee Shades
Thomas stood there in the quiet hospital room, gazing out the window into the blackness of the night sky, his reflection showing a haggard, worn-down man. The void on the other side of the glass windows reflected his turmoil as thoughts drifted through his mind of the years spent with his wife that weresoon to become a memory. He placed a hand on the cold glass and pressed his forehead against the window, sighing. The coolness of the glass did nothing to sooth the pain searing his heart as he thought back over the recent weeks and months he sat by Izzy’s side as she fought to cling onto life.
Beyond the Mask - by Mark A Morris
Kathleen rolled him onto his back against the soft greenery, quickly taking him between her paws. She straddled him while on all fours, leaning in to nip at his ear and then lick at it, tasting his blood in her mouth. He’d winced at the quick flash of pain, but then laughed, not expecting the rasp of her tongue which followed it. She withdrew her claws now, wanting to be gentle this time, using mostly her nose, her mouth, her teeth and occasionally her tongue. “You still good with this?” she breathed, her eyes wide. “I can promise it’ll be memorable.” He nodded, and Kathleen continued, pushing the sides of his shirt even further apart. She found his nipple with her nose, first nuzzling it with its softness and then opening her lips to capture it with her teeth. He moaned softly, and she grinned, tugging gently at it, pulling his skin taut. Sean stirred beneath her, reaching up, stroking her chest. She felt very sensitive now, the form amplifying her pleasure as well as her strength. He seemed amused by her nipples, toying with them one by one, finding delight in her having six, instead of the two he’d expected. Kathleen released his nipple, slowly sand-papering over it with her tongue, then she moved lower, seeking more of his sensitive areas. “I’d better warn you,” she mumbled, nipping him again, her mouth now up close to his navel. “I could so easily lose control if we carry on.”