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Pena settles for what is instead of what could be.
Pena Chado is a woman who is a victim of circumstance. From poverty to power, she learned to keep her mouth shut and push her dreams aside for someone else’s big picture. Despite her loveless marriage, Pena remains loyal to her charismatic, alcoholic husband and shoulders the role of unwilling mother to a child that terrifies her.
Her life changes when she is tasked with a delivery to a handsome, mysterious stranger that longs to see the woman she is, not the one the world that needs her to be. Trussed in ribbons and suspended zero gravity, her emerald haired seducer offers no name to be called and asks for nothing in return except the passion she’s never known.
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Snippet from the book~
His hand is soft and cool against my own, long, delicate fingers guiding my calloused ones over semi precious gems. Despite the deep shade of my Noktian skin, I know the flush is apparent to him. This feeling is strange, new. When my mother and I were walking from the fields and the Chado family representative hovered besides us, allowing us to see our faces in their sleek craft, I didn’t feel this way when I was summoned to their compound. I didn’t feel this way when Hosea and I shared our first kiss in his family’s vineyard. Humoured, yes. Flattered, of course. Yet…this man evoked something deep in me.
My chest felt heavy, as if he were filling my lungs with sand. My shoulders ached and I found eye contact more difficult by the minute. I would sometimes look away from the artwork and steal a glimpse at him, meet his waiting stare and then whip back to my feigned attempt to appreciate the stone collage once more.
“You’re very beautiful when you’re bashful. Come, follow me.”
The man continued down the hallway, sipping his drink as he went. Like a trained pet, I followed as if pulled by an invisible leash. The corridor opened into a large, circular room devoid of the previous extravagance, but still as warm and inviting. A wide wooden table with a long spool of pink ribbon and a bottle of the blue liquor were our only companions. Strange that it was bolted to the floor.
“May I ask your name?” I ask, cursing myself for my cracking voice. “I need it to verify the delivery and -”
“Is that really important? Why the sudden urgency?” the green haired man says, taking off his robe and placing it on the table. Small metallic hands secure it in place.
The man is tall and lean, his collar bones prominent against his ivory skin. Thin bands of wiry muscle streak around his body, which moves with the delicacy and poise of a dancer. The long braid of emerald hair rests over his shoulder, stopping at the waist where a thin silver chain rests. For thirty years, the only male body I ever took in was the black hued, portly body of Hosea, his white birthmarks stretching around his middle as if clinging for dear life. This figure of man was new and I could not take my eyes away from him. My heartbeat, deep and low, echoed in my ears.
“My name is not important, Pena. Why ruin the mystery when it can heighten what’s to come?”
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The Stranger in 0/G is a science fiction erotic short introducing one of the minor characters in the upcoming Timewalker Saga.
Beta readers are appreciated for this free upcoming short that will be published on Amazon , Wattpad and Smashwords.
If interested, contact me here or the Kate K Bassett Facebook Fanpage for a preview copy. A private group coming soon once I get all organized and the like!
K