Hi,
Hope all are staying well and safe. Keeping
their distance, wearing their mask, and washing their hands often. It has to be
getting tiring of hearing that, but it is the best way to keep yourself safe
and the ones you love and care for safe. Going through the virus with my entire
family has proven it is no joke. I all but lost my dad to it, and I do not wish
for anyone to suffer the way me and my mom did while we were stuck at home
while he laid in the hospital unaware of what was taking place. It is terrifying
and the hardest thing I think I have ever lived through. So, I wish everyone to
stay safe and healthy.
Okay, enough of the soap box issue, that I did
not mean to get off onto. Sorry about that guys. Today I have started a new
blog story. I debated whether to start it before the new year or not, but I
thought we could all use a good read with all that is going on. But there will
be just one chapter a week until the first week of January. Lots to do for
Christmas, so I have to budget my time. Plus, I’m working on revising the
finial book in the Marked Ones Series.
So, I have started the story below, but I’m
not sure where it is going, so I’m going along for the ride with you guys this
time. More so than normal. I hope it turns into a great little story for you
folks. We will see. Until then, enjoy chapter one for this week and remember
Let Your Imagination Soar When You Read.
Julia
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Unedited Free Written
Story
Adult Content. If
under 18 leave the site.
M/M Content. Some
BDSM may apply to the story at some point and time.
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Trade In and Up Chapter 1
Rushing water swirled around me, pressing me
further down. Hands of seaweed reached up ready to welcome me to the bottom. My
lungs felt like fire raced through them as they begged and pleaded for air, but
all that they received was salt water. My eyes had fixed themselves on the lifeless
body of my lover of ten years, John. Life had been hell on us for the last five
years, running from place to place, barely avoiding the Julian Gang from South
Africa. Who knew one party would ruin our lives. Take our lives in the end. We
figured after we witnessed Mr. Julian’s youngest boy strangle an underage boy
to death at the party that our days were numbered. Didn’t stop us from going to
the police. Testify against him. He is serving time in jail, but his father swore
our lives would end or take the place of his boy. Neither appealed to us, so we
decided to go into witness protection. Little good that done us. Mr. Julian’s
men always found us and chances us before we could get relocated. It was why when
I heard the bullet shattered the windshield and pierce my lover’s forehead,
taking what joy John had in his eyes, I . . .
Shock stole all function. Or common sense. I jerked the wheel left and
right over the Lighting End Bridge, fifty feet drop into the bay that led to
the bay we’d spent our day picnicking on. It had been a picture-perfect day.
“Breath damn it.”
“You best hope he makes it.”
“Sir, I’m doing my best.”
“You where the fool that caused him to
wreck.”
“Breath dam it.” Hot air rushed across my salt-soaked
cheeks. “Please. I do not want to be where your boyfriend is.”
As much as I’d like to say I did not listen
to the fool who wanted me to be handed over to the one who had just taken the
life of my partner, I had no true say in it. Water spewed from my lungs and I
was titled onto my side and hard pats to my back had me wincing.
“Not so hard, you jerk ass.”
Right. Don’t bruise the man he’s going to
murder. Made lots of sense.
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