Wednesday, February 4, 2009

A little Wicked excerpt...

As I mentioned last week, my first Wicked is now available from Cobblestone Press, so I thought I'd share an excerpt today.

I hope you enjoy it! This story's a spicy one. ;)

Anyway, here it is...

When Eve turned away from her reflection, her gaze paused on the alarm clock. He should’ve been home an hour ago. Walking over to the dresser, she picked up the phone and dialed his cell number. It went straight to voice mail.

Ignoring the small tug of dread that stirred inside her gut, she flattened out the crimson sheets. The bed was open and ready for business—not that she intended to only use the bedroom. There were plenty of other places around the apartment to have fun together.

She slowly wandered out into the living room and swayed her hips to the sultry music she had playing on the stereo. This would get anyone in the mood. Hell, where was he? She really needed to feel his touch on her body, his lips all over her skin. Desire was choking her, and she wanted release.

Her arms slowly wrapped around herself as a small breeze stirred around her. She spun around in a half-circle. There was no one there, but the candle flames on the dining table swayed a little. She was tempted to put them out but couldn’t bring herself to. They were part of the romantic mood.

It was probably just the warm wind coming in from the open window, anyway.

The sheer black lingerie didn’t feel as if it covered enough of her skin. She shivered when her breath misted in front of her.

A knock on the door roused her from her wild, confused thoughts.

She sighed. Why was she spooked? Owen was home now. Maybe he was in the mood for some role-playing, and that was why he’d knocked. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d played the handyman or plumber.

Eve giggled at the memory. Excitement coursed through her body, flooding it with unquenchable desire. The unease slipped from her as she released a steady breath.

She slowly headed towards the door in short, sexy paces. Her spiked heels pressed against the carpet. Owen was going to love this. Her fingers gripped the door handle as her other hand unlocked it.

When she pulled it inward and shouted, “Welcome to the home of pleasure!” Eve froze.

It wasn’t her husband at the door.

She quickly reached for one of the coats on the rack beside her and held it in front of her body. Everything she was wearing was see-through.

“Mrs. Tellman?”

She stared at one of the two police officers with wide eyes, her heart pounding. A mixture of emotions and dread raced through her system. She was embarrassed, scared and confused. Words failed to spill between her lips, so she nodded.

“We’re sorry to interrupt,” he continued, averting his eyes, “but we have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” she echoed his words in a raspy whisper.

The second policeman shuffled his feet, avoiding eye contact. She knew they weren’t here for a happy reason.

“I’m so sorry, there was an accident. Your husband, he was—”

The policeman’s voice faded. His mouth still moved, but she couldn’t hear a word of what he said. Eve already knew what he would say next.

Everything that could have fallen apart in her life just had. Owen was her everything. Not only were they happily married, but they were best friends and had so much fun together. He couldn’t be… gone. No, not Owen.

Tears refused to fall, but her wonderful and happy world came crashing down around her.

Every bit of heated desire she’d wanted to pursue slipped from her cold body. She fell back and wished she’d died with him.

If you'd like to read a longer excerpt, you can HERE.



Blogger Cynthia Eden said...

Congrats on your release, Yolanda! Great excerpt!

February 5, 2009 at 7:48 PM  
Blogger Yolanda Sfetsos said...

Thanks Cynthia! :)

February 7, 2009 at 2:26 PM  

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