Flash Fiction Sunday

                                               ~A Fall From Grace~

"You are a monster"

I could not argue with what she said, her spoken words undiluted truth.

I reached to caress her face. She recoiled, disgust curling her lips into a sneer.

“Grace, please, don’t be like this.”

I did not relish the anguished tone of my voice.

She regarded me through narrowed eyes. To her, I was a vile thing. A Creature. Contempt glittered in her dark eyes.

“What the hell did you expect, Nick?”

Her tone accusatory.

Condemning.

I accepted her to swoon, truthfully. An absurd thought, I know. A sigh to escape her full, red lips, guiding my hand over raised flesh. Nipples pebbling as I gingerly rolled them between thumb and forefinger. I wanted her to react when we first meet.

 When we made love.

 When I was alive.

I made a pact with the Devil, a demon in a shimmering red dress. I should have known.

Lies are best whispered in dark places.

I was promised immortality, forever irresistible, a mere look or the faintest of touches; I would have anyone I desired.

  They would adore me; worship me until the end of days.

 Not so with Grace.

 She could always see through me.

 No exceptions. I knew what she saw; her gaze pierced the gossamer veil of humanity cloaking me, nothing more than a ruse.

She was right.

I am a monster.

Flash Fiction Sunday

 

Sci-fi snippet under two hundred words. Enjoy.



                         ~         Darkness awaits     ~

The pistol felt heavy in her hand. It was a cumbersome piece of hardware.

I could have clubbed the skinning bastard with it.  Probably would have made less noise, too.

She dropped the weapon. It thudded on the grated decking. The sound reverberated in her ears, which were still ringing from the report of the pistol in the tight confines of Way Station Omega.

 The air dank, fetid, like a crypt.

Your tomb.

She shook herself from her grim reverie, recalling an ancient Terran adage an instructor at the Protectorate Imperia often quoted:

Character is what you are in the dark.

 The power cells were fading, radiating a sickly yellow pall as if the whole station were a diseased organism.

Not diseased.

 Dying.

No more thoughts of death, for when it came, she would embrace it, like the inevitable dark.

In the blackness, these murderous things would indeed come to know her true character.

Sensually sinister snippet

 

I'm in a  devilish mood and wish to share with you a excerpt from Chapter Three of my edgy, paranormal erotic romance- The Darker side of Heaven. Enjoy the simmering sexual malice.



Chapter Three


The Rinker 400EC sliced through the water, the waves parting like an eager lover's thighs. Carmella Cervantes eased back on the chrome throttle; the power of the engines reverberated in her hand. The tang of the Great South Bay filled her nostrils. Twinkling lights from Fire Island reminded her of fireflies dancing above the shoreline. The cool air washed over her raised skin, both sensuous and chilling at the same time. Her erect nipples ached as the wind kissed the jutting pink bits. Incredibly alive, incredibly hot, basking in the primordial essence of the water around her, she caressed her flat stomach, her fingers trailing between her legs. She teased the engorged nub of her sex. Her thighs quivered as she slipped a finger inside her wet folds.
"You are quite the insatiable one."
She whirled around, startled by his voice. She withdrew a perfectly manicured
fingernail, resting it upon her full lower lip. Her tongue glided over her teeth as she grinned. Her gaze fell to the man's thick shaft. It swung low and heavy, glistening wetly in the wan light of the moon. He was chiseled perfection bathed in soft alabaster.
"You know me so very well, both inside and out, my love. Even you, a god who walks among the low cannot fully satisfy all of my wanton desires."
The man laughed. His voice possessed a depthless baritone resonance. Its timbre, a dichotic mix of malice and sensuality, caused her to suck in her breath.
"I am not a god. I wish to neither be one nor referred to as such. I despise the countenance of the word."
As the boat gently rocked on the bay waters, he strode purposefully toward her, unaffected, as if on dry land. He possessed a terribly savage beauty that wreaked sexual havoc with her flight, fight, or fuck mechanisms. For her, it was all about primitive, biological instincts.
"I've offended you with my poorly chosen words. I offer my body as a supplication. Do with it what you will."
The man looked down upon her; his eyes were black as the void of space.
"You cannot offer that which I already possess. I will fuck you until your will is broken, dashed against the rigidity of my flesh, and your soul weeps with orgasm."
She shivered, her body trembling with anticipatory fear and desire.
He palmed her sex, and every bone in her body seemed to vaporize into sensual oblivion. She collapsed into the captain chair, her mind disengaged from her body. She had no substance, floating like an untethered balloon into the face of the moon or was it the Eye of Aphrodite?

Getting blown by Irene

So, this wild and crazy chick storms into town. Rip roaring up the east coast. Taking no prisoners.

Naturally, I'm intrigued and prepared. 

She whips into my digs and I'm ready, baby, for the blow job of my life.

And, for the record, I like a little teeth, ya feel me? I'm stoked for one helluva time, ready to have my world turned upside down.

Reality: Shit, amigos, she was more hard core on the Weather Channel.....

Just 'cuz....

Feel like puttin' up a sexy, sensual pic.

Enjoy.

Release Day! Come celebrate with me!

My dark, erotic novel debuts today, so please join me at the uber hot Romance with SASS, where I'll be chatting about the Darker side of Romance to coincide with the release of The Darker side of Heaven.

It will be devilishly good fun.


Romance with Sass

Pen names

I already use a pen-name. However, I am contemplating expanding my writing repertoire to include  M/M genre and possibly YA.

I have a dark, gritty (gee, shocking, right?) hot and steamy Sci-fi story peculating in me brain. It will include elements of M/F/M and M/M action.

Now, you may wonder why I would choose to use a different pen-name for M/M erotic romance fiction. What the heck is wrong with KB Cutter? Nothing, actually. Its more of a cover for me. Not many of my friends and family or professional colleagues know I write erotic romance.  They know of KB Cutter, the horror dude, but not the erotic romance writer.

I know all they have to do is do a Google search and Wham-Bam they can see my hot and steamy words.

This is the 21st century and there should be no stigma to what I choose to write. Maybe I'm taking the easy route so I don't have to go through the hassle of explaining the why's and what's of my stories.

For now, sadly, it may be the best course of action. Additional  pen names create more work for me. Multiple Twitter/FaceBook accounts. Blogs/websites.  It's manageable, but time consuming. Precious time I need to devote to writing.

BUT, its kinda cool to slip into another persona and be somebody completely different in online social media outlets.

As long as I don't turn into Sybil, that is................