1) Sometime between now and Jan 2, 2011 (Uh, yeah. I just found out about it this very minute!) write a post about the No Kiss Blogfest to let everyone know you are participating and that they should too. Why? Because it's awesome!For the blogfest I'm sharing an excerpt from Churches, Chickens and ChiChi's, my first in-process novel. It hasn't been edited in a bit so I hope it passes today's muster.
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4) After you've recovered from New Years Eve, write a blog sharing your Almost Kiss, No Kiss Blogfest entry (either one from your WIP, one you just wrote, one from a book, movie or tv show) and post on January 2, 2011!!! Because reading your posts are awesome!
It was dark when Sammy stepped from the Boeing 767 at the gate in Atlanta. She was glad she’d told her father not to pick her up, she wanted him at the hospital with her mother. She needed the drive to Gainesville to gather her wits. She had slept a bit on the plane, just enough to ease the hangover from the night before. Of course, the two Bloody Mary’s had helped.
She was still angry at J.C. And even angrier at herself. There was thinking to be done, decisions to be made and a huge mess to clean up. But right now, the main thing was Mama.
Fighting the tears that threatened again, Sammy shook them off and threw a brilliant smile at the man who had just deplaned. Tall and lanky with broad shoulders, dark hair and flashing eyes, he was exactly what her bruised ego needed. He looked crisp and fresh in black-on-black Armani, in spite of the five-hour flight across the country.
“Cherie,” he grinned, “you here for long?”
“Don’t know,” she replied, tossing silken hair from a pixie face that held sad, green eyes.Okay. So he did lay a little smackaroo on her, but she didn't kiss him back. And she didn't give in to her baser instincts, either. She didn't have that drink with him. So I'm hoping it qualifies.
Lanky waited a beat for Sammy to fall in beside him. She had a designer bag over one shoulder and towed a laptop and carry-on behind her.
“May I?” He asked, reaching for the carry-on.
“I’ve got it, thanks,” she flashed another of those almost-famous smiles. “You changing planes? Coming home?” The report of her stiletto heels rang through the concourse, blending with the symphony of Hartsfield. One PA announced an arriving Delta flight, another, a last boarding call.
Lanky paced her, smitten. She knew that look.
“I’m just passing through. My next flight’s out of Concourse B. And you?” he asked.
“Oh, just visiting,” Sammy shrugged and stepped on to the escalator descending to the tram.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, close behind. “I have a couple of hours to kill before my next flight.”
Sammy hesitated. What was another hour or two? She could use the diversion. When she’d called Daddy after landing, he’d said Mama was sleeping.
“No, handsome, I’d better not,” she concluded. “I have to grab a rental car and head north. I don’t want to get in too late.”
“Mon Cherie, are you sure?” he implored. “It’s early. One hour. No more.”
Laughing, Sammy waggled her head and gave him a little pout. “No, Handsome. I’m sorry.”
The tram pulled up and after everyone had gotten off, Lanky extended his arm for her to board. Sammy stepped in, chose a center pole and wrapped her arms and leg around it. The dark man took another and watched her with jet-black eyes, a speculative smile on his lips.
He was certainly a sight to behold. Too bad she didn’t have time to play. But still, she was tempted.
The tram announcement interrupted her thoughts. "The next station is concourse B. The color-coded maps and signs in the vehicle match the station colors. Please move to the center of the vehicle and away from the doors. Please hold on. This vehicle is now leaving the station."
When Lanky edged over to share her pole, Sammy unwrapped enough to give him a handhold.
“One little kiss, Cherie?” he leaned in and whispered.
“Non,” Sammy giggled. Then sighed. Oh, it felt good to be pursued. Even if only for a while.
“The train is approaching Concourse B. Please hang on.”
“Just one?” his breath tickled her ear.
“Non, s'il vous plait, non. Stop teasing.”
“Ah, mademoiselle, my heart breaks.”
“We have now arrived at Concourse B. Please step away from the entrance. The doors are about to open.”
“Your stop, handsome,” Sammy said. “Have a great flight. And thanks for the offer.”
Lanky chuckled, leaned closer and planted a warm kiss on her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. Then moving away, he stepped to the door and stood, watching her.
“Au revior, mon amour,” he laughed, stepping off the tram, and waved as he turned to go.
“Bye,” Sammy waved, green eyes sad again, watching him though the closing doors.
“Bye,” she whispered.
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~Olivia J. Herrell