Write At the Merge- A Final Kiss

I used this writing prompt to write a new scene to A Final Kiss. Enjoy :)

Something knocking against her bedroom window brought Kate sitting straight up in bed. Tony snoozed next to her, not flinching at the sound or her sudden movement. She quickly glanced at her alarm clock. Just a little after 12:30 a.m. It had to him. Her stalker. She gave Tony a gentle shake to wake him.

 He stifled a yawn and peeked up at her through exhausted eyes. “What is it, honey?”

She leaned closer to him. “Something hit the window. It woke me up.”

“It figures he’d come tonight,” Tony grumbled, climbing from the bed and slipping into his jeans. With the button done, he motioned toward the window. “Hurry. Get dressed and look outside. Let him see that you’re here alone.”

She jumped up from the bed and hurried to her dresser for some pajamas. Pulling out her old college t-shirt and a pair of flannels, she slipped into the comfy clothing. She hurried to the window, moved the curtain aside, and pressed her face to the glass. Her heart pounded as she waited eagerly for someone to jump out at her. Instead of anything moving, the moon shown bright on her small patch of a yard with a cement wall border.  She was in here, in the dark bedroom, with the aftertaste of passion still lingering on her lips, the smell of sexual desire filling her senses. The love of her life stood half naked behind her, but fear wouldn’t let her enjoy him for another second.

            She faced Tony. “I know he is out there. He’s waiting for… something.”

Write at the Merge- Dangerous Desires

I used two different writing prompts for this scene. I'm actually going to use this scene as part of my next book in the Mafia Hearts series. Enjoy! 

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Sebastian grabbed Mia’s hand and guided her down the sidewalk under the dreary evening clouds. They tried to stick to the shadows looming between the tall buildings where alleys started their own pathways, but that wasn’t always plausible. She patted her 9mm for the fifth time since climbing out of Sebastian’s black Sedan. The cold steel in the waistband of her jeans and Sebastian’s large frame towering over her gave her a sense of security while away from the bright lights of the Vegas strip. Sebastian was taking her on her first real mafia job. And she didn’t know if she should be excited or scared. Maybe a little bit of both, she supposed.

“One thing to remember,” Sebastian said with a wave of his hand as if they were talking about the weather instead of serving as mafia enforcers, “Sometimes legends make reality. Our boss, Enrico, made this reality for us. He is our legend. As long as you remember that, you’ll do well in the biz.”

 The dimly lit “open” sign flickered against the dirty window up ahead. A sign announcing Las Vegas’ best massages hung above the door. No business name. None was needed here. Everyone knew you went in, picked your woman, paid for a massage, and ended happy. Simple as that. Even the cops knew. What people didn’t know was that the Medini crime family had a hand in this particular business and Mia came for payment.

Her hand trembled as she reached up to twist a strand of her straight ponytail around her finger. Sebastian pushed her hand back down to her side. “Don’t be nervous,” he hissed. “If you are not tough they’ll walk all over you.”  

               

“Sorry,” she mumbled as he reached for the nod. Before turning it he paused and then stepped back.

 “You go first. I want to see how well you do with introductions.”

               

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, trying not to gag on the mildew laden air. A row of empty chairs lined one wall. A desk in the center of the room. One painting, as dingy as the front window, hung on the far wall. A string of bells hanging from door handle banged against the wood when the door swung shut behind them. A scrawny man, who appeared to have taken one too many hits on a meth pipe, scurried into the lobby.

                

“You lookin’ for work, sugar?” He offered a broad grin while he kept his fingers busy by running them through his greasy hair.

                

“Not hardly,” Mia said, a frown etching the corner of her lips. 

               

He snapped his fingers, signaling five females to file one-by-one into the room. “Take your pick then. I have everything you want.” 

                
She held out her hand. Upon contact she pulled up the hem of her shirt, revealing her gun. “The name’s Mia. I came to collect the rent.” Before the man could get a word out, she twisted his wrist, turned him around, and shoved his face against the cheap desk. “Do you have what I came for?”

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Want to start the series from the beginning? You can find the first book here: Dangerous Flames, book 1

Write at the Merge: Dangerous Desires

“What did you just call me?” Sebastian asked from somewhere in the office behind her.

Even though Mia wanted to rush into his arms again, she refused to turn around. She never knew what to expect when in his company. He always left her guessing everything from how she felt to what she wanted in the future… and wanting more than what she was given. This had to stop. Crossing her arms across her chest, she said, “You’re like a tornado to my emotions. When you’re around me I get all tingly, but then reality sets in, changing my feelings toward you into something else.” She felt him move behind her. “And those feelings aren’t usually pleasant.” He turned her around. It took every ounce of strength to avoid his gaze as she continued her explanation. “And then you do something so damned irresistible—”

He put his finger to her lips to quiet her words. “Well, this tornado loves you. What will make you believe me?”

She let out a breath as her gaze traveled up the smooth lines of his jaw, over his thin lips, and locked onto his eyes. “Sebastian?” Mia’s heart raced with excitement. To calm her pulse, she took a deep breath and slowly let it out before asking, “You really love me?”

“I do. Hopefully that’ll be the prominent emotion I stir up in you too.”

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I used a writing prompt from Write at the Merge. The prompt was the phrase, "this tornado loves you. What will make you believe me?" and decided to write a new scene for the next book in my Mafia Hearts series. Interested in the series? Grab the first book here

Write at the Merge: Week 34

Hello, readers!

I decided to participate in the Write at the Merge: Week 34. The prompt is a sign Millie's Tavern sign and a Beastie Boys song. The prompts (especially the song) came at a great time and made a scene pop into my head. If you're a fan of my Mafia Hearts series, you will probably love this because you'll get a sneak peek at the next book.

Remember, this scene is done from a writing prompt and is unedited. I hope you enjoy!

Mia smoothed down her black miniskirt as she rushed toward the break room door, pausing a moment to stare up at the Millie’s Tavern sign hanging on the wall next to the row of employee lockers. This wasn’t Millie’s Tavern and she wondered about the story behind the sign. No time to worry about that now. She had a total of five minutes to be completely ready for her shift to start and on a Saturday evening in the casino, that might be hard to do with the hordes of people and random customers clutching her arm to grab them a this-or-that.

She hurried out into the hallway, made a sharp right, and pushed open the door to the casino’s club. The booming bass from No Sleep Till Brooklyn bounced her eardrums as people grind against one another on the dance floor. She hurried behind the counter to check in with her manager, who pointed to the far corner of the club. The VIP area.

Mia froze in her tracks. There he was. Sebastian. Her pulse pounded as she looked him over. He had the same shade of hair with soft waves. His pudgy face had given away to smooth contoured cheeks and jaw. The biggest clues to his identity were the small dimple on his chin and splash of freckles over the bridge of his nose. Yep, Sebastian had finally arrived.

Her heart raced  as she stared at the man she’d spent so many years planning to find and then searching for. No, she wasn’t one of those ex-girlfriends coming back to claim some undying love, or a baby she’d hid from him. It wasn’t anything like that. Finding him was all about business. So what was the stinging feeling in her stomach when a woman rested her thin hand on his bicep as she whispered into his ear?

There was no way she could approach him while he was on date. Mia didn’t need a catfight at her job. Hopefully he’d be in her section, giving her a chance to talk with him. He might even recognize her. With the classy black suit, shiny black Oxfords, and the twinkling diamonds in his watch, he’d qualify for her section, so it was possible. 

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Write at the Merge week 31

Thanks for stopping by! This is part of a scene I've added to my current WIP (work-in-progress) Lost and Found, Desert Secrets Book 3. I used the writing prompt on Write at the Merge week 31. 

When Lisa finally left Allison’s office, her shoulders sloped down as if twenty pound weights had been added to each one. She paused on the way to the exit when she found Bailey still at the table. This time Bailey had a large pink frosted cake, enough for two people at least, decorated with an upside down ice cream cone drizzled with chocolate. And Cara’s seat was empty.

Lisa stepped over to Bailey’s table. “Seriously?” Lisa asked, motioning toward the dessert.

Bailey nodded. “It’s the special. I think it might be Allison’s birthday or something, but I don’t care. This is delish.” She scooped a large bite onto her fork and held it toward Lisa. “Want a bite?”

Lisa shook her head vigorously. “A girl’s dead body is outside in the mud. How can you eat?”

Bailey shrugged, plopped the cake into her own mouth, and after swallowing, said, “Because I’m hungry. I’m also thirty years old, single, and bored, so I chose this instead of a decent meal.”

Taylor tugged on the hem of Lisa’s tanktop. When Lisa looked down at her daughter, Taylor asked, “Can I have a bite?”

Taylor rarely had treats in the sugar category, but everything was off today, so Lisa nodded. “If you like it, we’ll take one home with us.” Just like Bailey but for her own reasons, Lisa just might need some sugary sweet dessert today.

Taylor held the fork out in front of her until she finished her bite and then she licked the fork, getting a giggle from Bailey.

“You like it, huh?” Bailey asked.

With flushed cheeks, Lisa turned toward the counter. “I’ll grab you another fork. Sorry about that.” After ordering one of those million calorie cakes and snatching a new fork for Bailey, she went back to the table.

“Thanks. Why don’t you have a seat?” Bailey motioned toward the empty chair. “Grab another one for Taylor.” Her gaze scanned the full chairs around the bakery. None available. That was fine though. Lisa didn’t want to stay.

“I need to get going. You’ve been here awhile. How long are you going to hang out?”

Bailey took another bite of her cake and pointed the empty fork prongs in Lisa’s direction. “Until I get bored. You know, Lisa, I need some of my own excitement.”

Lisa nodded.

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