Friday, February 14, 2014

Wounded Love...from guest author Phoenix Rayne, From Love to Loathe series

Jyme has searched across country for his one and only true love. He gets a reliable lead and rescues Cricket from the horrid Casino life. It appears that Cricket and Jyme have it all together now. They have a house, serenity, safety...a normal life. But something always seems to take Cricket back to her past...sometimes, her present life requires it.

About Phoenix Rayne:
My parents planned for me, conceived me, and then birthed me. After that, things got much more boring. I didn’t do much, but I did do some things. I lived more and did more things. Then I found that I’m only happy when I write. So now, I mostly write and am, therefore, happy.
Twitter – @hellophoenixx

Read an excerpt from Wounded Love

I woke up to soft kisses all over my face, and then I stretched wide.  I was sleeping well and I kept my eyes shut. Someone was happy to see me.  I have had this dream so many times, and I enjoyed every single one of them. 
“Hi there,” I breathed. 
“Where’ve you been?”
“Looking for you.”
“I’ve been right here the whole time.”
“You used to come and see me all the time, and then you stopped.” I told him.  I kissed his neck and pulled him closer. 
“I’ve missed you so much.” 
“Cricket?” He said my name in an odd way. 
“What’s wrong? Do you have to go now? Please, Jyme, just stay a little longer.”
“Shh, just hold me real tight before you go.” There was a knock at the door, and I freaked. 
“NO…PLEASE…JYME, DON’T LET HIM HURT ME.  HE HITS ME SO HARD.  PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE.” I screamed at the top of lungs through tears.  Someone knocked again, louder this time. 
“Wait a minute,” Jyme yelling.  I clung to him and wrapped my arms around him tighter.  I cried into his chest, and my eyes started stinging. 
            “Cricket, I’m right here, and I won’t let anybody hurt you, I swear.”
            “But he’s at the door, and he’ll beat it down. He’s done it before,” I said frantically.
“Shh, Babe. Are you afraid of me?” he asked softly. 
“No.”I assured him.
“Then open your eyes and look at me” I slowly opened my eyes and blinked several times through piercing pain.  Then, I saw him, and I slid my fingers through his jet-black hair. 
“Oh it’s you!” 
“It’s me,” he chuckled
“You know, you with hair; you’ve never come to see me.”
“Cricket, you're really here, and I’m really here with you. I’m not sure what you’re talking about right now.  But I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
“Huh” I asked him. I couldn’t help it but I pinched myself.  I felt the pain but I didn’t wake up.  
There was another knock at the door, and Jyme got up from the bed.  I really saw him this time. His hair was loose and shoulder length.  He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and his feet were bare.  I looked around and recognized everything.  We were in our room, and nothing had changed.  The bedding was the same, and so was the furniture.  I looked out the window, and there were the boats all in the water. 


1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for being part of today's Valentines day blitz - Tonya


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