Genre: Paranormal F/F
Hiding from her past,
Angel LaVoux spends her days enjoying the sun of Jackson Square as she creates
art for the tourists. By night, she lets her imagination run free to create the
Bondage and Fetish paintings her best friend Sandra sells.
Buried in her painting,
she hopes her secrets will remain buried. Soon enough, her resolve will be
tested when a woman with luminous green eyes enters her life. As the sparks fly
between them, danger stalks them. Will love endure this tangled tale? Or will
it burn to ash along the wayside.
~Excerpt~
Angel smiled, then winked at Sandra, who wrinkled her nose, before she turned back to Bastet. "There are things which really can be a big problem for me. One of them is being in any sort of bondage gear. Leather is not my thing and, while I appreciate the look on others, I don't want someone assuming I will be following the same format during the party."
The exotic woman nodded.
"Agreed. If one is not comfortable in what they are wearing while they are
being creative, then the end result is not worth the effort, no?"
Nodding, Angel
continued. "No photographers. I don't want my picture taken at all. There
are certain," she paused for effect, "legal complications in my life
that involve a person who thinks he's my fiancé and a wealthy, influential
family. We won't even go into my parents' thoughts about all this. They know
I'm down here, but advertising the fact would be inviting unwanted
attention."
Bastet smiled and her
eyes flashed dangerously. "Abusive people are abhorrent to me, Miss
LaVoux. Should any of them decide to make trouble, believe me, I shall hear of
it. You have my word, no photographs. But they will be allowed to photograph
the party."
"Just so long as
none of those cameras, cell phones, or recording devices are pointed in my
direction, I don't really care." Angel glanced at Sandra. "Does this
satisfy you?"
Sandra nodded. "It
is the art which should be the centerpiece of the party. I think we can work
with this." She sipped her beer. "Now, about costu…"
Angel interrupted her
with a growl. "Remember who has the magic fingers here, kiddo. You even
think the word costume, and I will paint you in ways you only dream about in
dark nights."
That caused a sufficient
blush to rise on Sandra's cheeks before Bastet laid a hand on Angel's shoulder.
"Come to the gallery early, pet. I will provide something suitably
enticing, yet extremely comfortable for you to wear. You have my word it won't
be anything you do not wish to wear." She paused a moment. "What is
your favorite color, ma cher?"
Angel felt as if her
body were being warmed by just that simple touch. It took her a moment to bring
her brain up to speed and remember the question being asked. "Dark green,
not really emerald, but the green of a forest glade at midnight, kissed with
moonlight." With a pond in the center to... wait, what am I thinking? Get
your mind back on track, Angel. This isn't the time to fantasize about the most
famous dominatrix in New Orleans.
The hand on her shoulder
squeezed slightly as Bastet smiled. "I have something that you will enjoy.
Perhaps you will paint the vision you described."
Before she could say
anything, the owner of Tightrope disappeared out the door, leaving Angel with
her mouth hanging open. Only Sandra's hand waving in front of her face kept her
from looking too much like a fish out of water. "What?"
Sandra grinned. "I
think you impressed the woman, Angel. Most of the time Bastet is the one
issuing orders, and she doesn't back down. This is the first time I've ever
seen her go out of her way to do something like this."
Angel tilted her head
slightly. "Maybe you, and everyone else, naturally assume that just
because she is a famous dominatrix, she isn't capable of being
reasonable." She sipped her drink.
~About the Author~
Diane Taylor lives in a
small apartment in Everett, Wa. with a muse that pesters her to "Write,
darn you, Write!"
She began writing full
time in 2003 when she took on the NanoWrimo challenge, also known as writing a
50K novel in 30 days. Since then she's never looked back. When not writing,
she's out doing research or spending quiet evenings inside reading the newest
novel by one of her favorite authors.
You can contact her at
diane.mulvaney.taylor@gmail.com OR come visit her at her blog for updates on
her newest story lines or just get an insight on what it's like to write books.
For those adventurous
types out there, you can go check out the NanoWrimo website.
Diane,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your story with my readers today. Best of luck with your promotion. :-)