~ Narrative of My Desires ~

When I hear your voice coming to me from the speaker, I can feel it all through me. I want to hear your voice every day, all the time. I hear it in my dreams, reading to me like a lullaby I never want to end. I never want to wake. I never want to sleep.

Never having seen you, I ache for you. Never having held you in my arms, kissed you lips, felt your fingers traverse every dip and curve of my body, I’ve made love to you a million times, in a million ways, and heard you say “I love you,” a million times. Say it again.

I’ve listened to you tell me a story of love and woe. Felt tears sting my eyes as we sling hurtful words at one another. Felt my heart breaking when you nearly died, but somehow, we both survived. I’ve felt your heart beat next to mine. Listened to you breathe slow, and mutter in your sleep. I’ve held you without holding you. I’ve kissed you without ever touching my lips to yours. Walked hand in hand with you through malls, stores, and festivals without ever seeing your face or actually linking my fingers with yours. You’re always here, always telling me a fable, romance, mystery, or changing the game on me in fantasy. You lift me up, take me down, kill me, and magically appear when I need you or just want you here. Stay for a while. Hold me the way you always do. Elevate me with your tones. Celebrate me with your timbre. Live with me forever, and continue to create my happily ever after because you do it, oh, so well.

A tribute to you. You are my man, dreamy, sexy, and wonderful. You’ll be all I need. You’re all I hear. That voice. God, I could listen to you for years. Brush your lips against mine again. Be my lover once more. Smile at me the way you do. Enchant me, with the way you say my name, relentless and sweet. Call me baby, say I’m your darling, whisper sweetheart to me again and never let me go.

I wake from the dream of yesterday. My fingers remembering the feel of running through his sexy curls. I still hear that voice. How alluring it seems.

Today, I get to go meet him for the first time. I wonder if he’ll be anything like the man in my dreams. I’ve fallen in love with the narrator of my romance novels, and now I have to face him. He’s supposed to interview me for a promotion for the new book we’re putting out together. It’s one of those never been in print books, and I’m terrified to meet him in person.

“Gosh, do I have to,” I asked my agent. “Can’t I send Cindy in my place. At least, she’s pretty.” I explained to Laurna, my sweetheart of a shark that’s supposed to be an agent.

I think she was born a purana and was magically given the gift of humanoid form just so she could sell my books. Well, not just mine, but I love her anyway. actually, right now, I hate her because she didn’t let me out of this meeting. Cindy, my personal assistant and best friend, would have been great for this, but, no, I had to do it. I feel like such a fool. I wonder if he’ll notice my major crush on him. God, that voice. If you heard it, you’d be all wetting your panties too. So, anyway. I’m on my way to him now. Pray for me. Pray I don’t jump the poor unsuspecting man. Maybe he’ll be a jerk, and I can resist the lure. Maybe he’ll be hideous. That would be a plus, but I just know he’s sexy. There’s no way he can’t be. Let’s just hope I hold on to my panties and don’t throw them at him like some lovesick fan as soon as he starts talking to me.

Welcome to my next WIP. When I finish writing The Cursed, I’ll be outlining Simple Pleasures, a novella about a romance author who’s fallen for the narrator of her novels. He has the sexiest voice she’s ever heard, and she has no idea that he’s already planning on finding out if the sweet looking woman on her book covers is really as sexually adventurous as her characters. So, let’s see where this storyline goes. I’m looking forward to getting to know Blane and Sarina better during the outlining phase. I hope to let you get to know them as well. I should start outlining this book in mid-May.

Till next we meet, stay well and keep creating!

CSA

E-mail: csa30@icloud.com

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