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Fatal Encounters
The ground was cold. The first flakes of snow had begun, spiralling down from thick, dark clouds that covered the evening skies. Davan wasn’t sure why he was out here. Maybe it was the fact that Aryn reminded him so much of Morgana that it hurt, or maybe it was the fact that it was on this day a year ago that she’d been murdered. Whatever it was, he couldn’t seem to be anywhere but here.
His thoughts were of her. That was the sole reason why the figure kneeling at her grave resembled Morgana to his distorted mind. It was the blond hair, the slim figure in black that had held so much pent up energy. His lips pursed together, almost as though in thought that if he made noise, even the whisper of a breath that she would disappear.
And maybe then that hope would be gone forever.
He stood there at the foot of a large tree, his entire body coiled tight with tension, his hope vibrating through him. But at the same time, he could remember the blood that had saturated his shirt and stained his hands as he’d gone searching for her in the Crypt and found the place where her life force had bled out. Her body had been missing. There was just no way that she could have survived that much blood loss.
Unable to keep back, Davan took a step forward.
At the sound of a branch snapping, she jolted, spinning around and the blond of her hair fell about her face. The woman lifted her hands and pushed back those strands. He sucked in a breath in surprise, feeling as though he’d been kicked to the stomach. Stunning beautiful, violet eyes stared back at him.
He didn’t say anything. Not because he couldn’t, but because he couldn’t believe that she was really there. If she was a ghost, it was a cruel torment.
She stepped toward him, seemingly hesitant at first. The wind knocked back the hood of the cape she wore, the black material framing her body. Those unusual eyes never looked away. She’d always had eyes that were eerie at times and now, the impact of whatever had happened only enhanced the haunted look.
“Davan?” The ghost whispered.
She stepped forward again and he moved now, closing the distance in a stumbling rush to be sure, to know that this wasn’t a cruel hallucination. How did one react when seeing their loved one supposedly dead come back again? He didn’t know.
He wanted to touch, to reach out and feel the softness of her skin beneath his hand. He’d always thought she had skin like porcelain and now, the shadows made it even more translucent, only adding to that phantom-like appearance. His hand shook as he lifted it and finally touched her cheek.
Warm. Not at all cold like what he was expecting but real, solid flesh that was warm against his knuckles. And then he was wrapping his arm around her waist, dragging her forward against him with a hysterical laugh. He held her as though he couldn’t let go again, held her as though she were the most fragile thing he had ever held. Cared for.
Each mission they’d gone on together, each training session they had, he’d seen the warrior in her and not the fairy-like feminine side that had entranced him whenever he saw her out of uniform and in what she considered girly clothes. He couldn’t say how much he loved her. It was impossible to tell her just how much he had needed to hear her again, to feel and see her.
“You’re real.” He murmured, drawing back enough to look down at her. “You’re alive.”
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Links to other Excerpt Monday writers
Note: I have not personally screened these excerpts. Please heed the ratings and be aware that the links may contain material that is not typical of my site.
Kinsey W. Holley, Paranormal (PG)
Caitlynn Lowe, Epic Fantasy (PG)
Dara Soren, Paranormal (PG)
Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
Christina DeLorenzo, YA (PG 13)
Nika Dixon, Romantic Suspense (PG 13)
Bryn Donovan, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Kaige, Historic Romance (PG-13)
Julia Knight, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Adelle Laudan, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG13)
RF Long, Paranormal (PG13)
Rebecca Savage, romantic suspense (PG 13)
Crista McHugh, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Leigh Royals, Historical Romance (PG 13)
Jax Cassidy, Contemporary Romance (R)
Maya Doyle, Paranormal Romance (R)
Cate Hart, Paranormal (R)
Ali Katz, Historical Erotic Romance (R)
Inez Kelley, Romantic Comedy (R)
Aislinn Kerry, Paranormal Romance (R)
Elise Logan, Fantasy Romance (R)
Cherrie Lynn, Paranormal Romance (R)
Alina Morgan, Urban Fantasy (R)
Vivienne Westlake, Erotic Historical (R)
Stephanie Adkins, Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Evie Byrne, Medieval Paranormal Romance (NC 17)
Kim Knox, Erotic SF Romance (NC17)
Lauren Murphy, Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Kirsten Saell, Erotic Romance (NC 17)

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Posted by melsmag
Posted by melsmag
In public school, we had a poem contest for Mother’s Day. I remember sitting at that table, not knowing what to write. I can’t write poetry. Never could. So what I came up with was a poem about what makes a mom a mom essentially and I remember how simple some of the things on there were. To make the story short, I won and my poem was to be put in the newspaper. They called my mom and she was to come down where we would get our pictures taken with me holding up this poem. They gave my mom flowers and all that. That list has changed over the years. It isn’t simply ‘having food on the table when I get home’ anymore and whatnot. So I thought I’d do my Thursday Thirteen in honour of Mother’s Day and list everything I love about my mom.












Before CSI became a thing, I was the one in highschool who used to take out forensic books in the library, filling notebooks up with information that I figured one day I would use in my books. I haven’t yet, but that doesn’t mean I won’t later on. I decided to crack open those notebooks and thought for this thursday thirteen, I would pull out 13 random things I thought was interesting.