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Work in Progress Wednesday-An Unedited Excerpt from: When in Rome

After the rush of getting through security and taking two strides to every one of Alessandro's as they raced across the airport to their departure gate, making their flight just as the attendants were closing boarding doors Carol settled into her seat to reflect on the morning's events. She was no saint, but the unusual aggressiveness she'd shown in reaction to Alessandro's kiss made her stomach ache slightly. After being lovingly teased for years by friends concerning her 'old-fashioned' manners with the opposite sex…it was definitely disconcerting to find that this near stranger could elicit such wanton behavior from her.Alessandro shifted in the seat next to her, clearly uncomfortable. His wide, mobile mouth was pinched tightly shut. His hand on the armrest closest to Carol was clenched against the unyielding surface until his knuckles whitened. The plane moved into position and began to taxi up the runway. A light sweat broke out over his face as Carol watched, and Alessandro swallowed convulsively. Carol reached out, placing her much smaller hand over his. She lightly stroked it."Alessandro, do you…have difficulty with flying?"His eyes snapped to hers, wide and panicked looking. He released the armrest, turning his over to grasp hers. His grip on her hand was tight enough to make her wince. Swallowing again he nodded."Si, piccolina…I…it is not…forgive me Carol…I have never flown well."There was a pause as Carol filled in the blanks he had left. "It's fine to be afraid sometimes, Alessandro. I'm scared of snakes. Everyone's scared of something. It doesn't make us anything but human."Alessandro jerked. His gaze focused in on her sharply. He gave a soft huff of laughter that broke off when the plane shuddered once as it left the ground."Ah, si, human. Well, it certainly couldn't make me less human, now could it piccolina?"There was something in the way he said the word that struck Carol as odd. She searched his face for clues as to what meant. A faint flush lay across his high cheekbones. His mouth still looked pinched but his hands were no longer gripping the armrests of his seat. Instead one now gripped her hand while the other clenched his thigh just above the knee. Carol answered his question."No Alessandro, it couldn't. Not in my eyes at any rate."The white lines of stress around his mouth eased at that. He angled his body more fully toward her. The wild riot of gold and green in his eyes grew calmer. The hold on her hand gentled, shifted, and he was lifting it up to his mouth."Thank you, piccolina."Then he kissed the back of her hand, just below her wrist. Carol's breath caught in chest, frozen there for a long moment. The lopsided smile she was coming to think of as uniquely Alessandro's crept across his wide mouth. He leaned forward, reaching with the hand that he had been clenching on his thigh. Placing two fingers under her chin he pushed upward, closing her mouth. "You are tempting, piccolina, far too tempting. You will make me forget myself, si?"Carol blinked at him. Then she reached above her head, pushed the call button for the flight attendant and twisted the nozzle of the little air vent above her head. It was gonna be a long, hot flight to Italy.
*****
As the plane touched down in Italy, Carol woke to find some tiny fiend with a jackhammer had taken up residence in her head. Her cotton clothes, which had seemed so practical back in Houston, were limp and wrinkled. Ewww. Looking in her carry-on for a mirror to check her appearance she discovered that the one thing she hadn't packed was, of course, a compact with a mirror in it. Carol cringed. Stalking through the airport toward customs after deplaning would have felt marvelously dramatic if her head hadn't been pounding. Carol winced and put a hand to her forehead for a moment. The fingers she pulled away from her face bore suspicious traces of mascara and eye shadow. She kept her pace, grimly determined to show Alessandro the back of her head until her discomfort eased enough to stop being visible on her face, and she reached some place that had a flipping mirror so she could make sure she didn't look completely like a reject from a clown circus. Alessandro had been, after that initial show of vulnerability on the flight, terse and uncommunicative. At one point she'd just given up trying to interact with him at all, resorting to having the flight attendant bring her extra drinks. In the end, she'd downed three vodka and grapefruit combinations, turned her back on him, and fallen asleep with her head resting on the window. Halfway down the concourse a large hand wrapped around her upper arm for the second time in less than two days. While it had felt helpful and sort of sexy the first time, this time it made Carol see red. She whirled around, pinning Alessandro with a fulminating glare."I suggest you take your damned hand off my arm Signore Feliano. I believe the Italian authorities look with disfavor upon manhandling women in public…particularly the ones you have no rightful claim to, si?"Alessandro flinched, rearing back with a look of perplexed hurt washing across his features. It was quickly replaced by one of determination, his thick black brows lowering and his head tilting to an almost pugnacious angle."Si, piccolina, they would not look upon this with favor. But before you scream and race off to find the first police man you can find, would you allow me to apologize for my behavior?"A wash of fierce anger swept over Carol. She gaped up at Alessandro, temporarily at a loss for words. All sound seemed to suspend for a moment, and then it crashed down upon her with the force of a tsunami."You…rude, overgrown…"Carol sputtered. Gritting her teeth, Carol attempted a gracious smile. She was pretty sure it came out more like a snarl. It felt twisty and mean on her face. Well, really, that was about all the big dumb gorgeous man deserved. How dare he apologize while she was still hung over?"Come, piccolina, please forgive me. I do not behave well when I must fly. I should have ensured the seats we were given did not adjoin. That way you would have been spared my ill humor."Carol ground her teeth some more, even as something in her center melted. Alessandro didn't even have the decency to look rumpled or smell bad. He had a thick growth of stubble dusting his jaw, his eyes were heavy lidded, and his lips looked slightly swollen. Here she was, doing her best Quasimodo impersonation, and the damn man had the effrontery to look like sex on legs.Sighing and rolling her eyes, Carol grunted out an acceptance of his apology. Not her most gracious moment, but the best she could do. She still wanted to trip him or stick her tongue out…something satisfyingly childish would be good. She settled for stamping her foot, and then was mortified by how stupidly girly that must have looked.Alessandro eased his hold on her arm, sliding his hand down it until he reached her fingers. Lacing their fingers together, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. A shot of heat raced up Carol's arm, and down her spine, loosening every joint it passed. She stumbled. Alessandro steadied her without comment. Carol opened her mouth to say something, anything that would make it plausible to pull her hand away."Scuzi. Passport?"Alessandro shook her hand lightly before releasing it."Piccolina, the gentleman would like your passport now."

Work in Progress Wednesday-Delayed by a Day

Hey all.

I was busy with edits all day...Tian's Hero has been sent off to the publisher I hope it will find a home with. It went from 93,005k to 88,446k today. Good times. :)

So the excerpt from When in Rome will be posting up tomorrow morning before noon.

Sorry for the delay.

I will be posting a Thursday Think-Tank as well.

In the mean-time, I've got to get to bed.

Well, as soon as the laundry is finished.

Tuesday Teaser

Nom. nom. nom.

Yeah, so riddle me this...if you had this hot baby in your bed, would you suspect him of being a shapeshifter? 
Carol doesn't. But then again, sweet Carol has lead a wee bit of a sheltered life.
Just as he intended.
Check back tomorrow, for an all new excerpt from my current WIP;  When in Rome

Tuesday Triumph--A day early even...

So, it might seem like a small thing, but today I got to help a child stay at summer camp.

From an adult stand-point, that's not such a big deal. Small potatoes. But to an eleven year old away at camp for the first time ever, it was huge.

I didn't do a lot. Just drove here and there, tried to help the eleven year old's mom stave off a melt-down as she got the run-around while trying to get a signature on the physical form for her daughter.

But, man-oh-man, I got to be an Ordinary Hero.

Yay!

Go, me.

It felt really nice to help in that little way, and the look on the girl's face when we dropped her back off at camp with all the paperwork straight for her to stay until the end of the week?

That look was priceless.

Another Manic Monday

I love my busy Monday mornings...

Especially when they are busy for all the right reasons. The sun is shining, I just got asked to submit a complete manuscript (ms) to the publisher that I think is the PERFECT match for not only this particular story, but the whole series, and, and--

*breathe Cherie, breathe*

Okay, breathing under control again.

I have quite a few things lined up for today, and the coming week. I get the pleasure of my friend MW's company this morning while we run an errand., and then I get to come home to finish up the fourth round of edits to The Soldier & the State Trooper, the story I have contracted with MLR press. Once that is done I need to get busy with the pre-edits for my story that the above mentioned PERFECT publisher (for Tian and The Akanti anyway) requested. Then check up on the search for new homes for my kitties, cause the kidlet has developed allergies.

:( I know, very sad.

Oh, but isn't kidlet, like, the coolest word ever? I totally lifted it from my friend Hell. She has the bestest new words.

Right, back to the list.

After that I need to get started on the packing.

Yep, y'all heard me right, packing.

Cause I'm moving to the sweetest new apartment, not even six blocks from where I live right now, and my new landlady is a peach. The new place is just as big as where I am now...well nearly as big...well, actually prolly the same size just laid out differently, and it is way cheaper rent-wise.

Plus there's heat in all the rooms, something the place I've been living in for the last 4plus years did not provide.

Did I mention the winters get rather chilly here?

Um, and I have a self imposed deadline of a week from this Friday to finish writing my new M/F novella/novel, When in Rome.

Add in the day to day stuff, like my fitness walks, prepping for my first post spinal surgery 5k race/walk, laundry, pet care and maintenance...and yes, Cherie is a having a delightfully Manic Monday.

See y'all tomorrow, luvs.

Gotta make hay while the sun shines, ya know.

This Week's Tale

I've been mired in a sickbed all week, alas, and doled out no goodies for all of you.

Mea Culpa, sweeties.

How's about something pretty to look at to make it up to you? And, oh, do you know/remember this pretty pixie?

Fabulous Friday Five: Rawr

What makes you go: Rawr? Is it androgynous beauty? Raw, rugged manliness? That sweet air of the boy next door? A smexy fitness freak? Or perhaps a fella that could rope you and then ride you hard?

So...do tell. I'm gonna show you mine...take a sec and show me yours. Tag, you're it!

Here's five hotties that make me go mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.

Thursday Think Tank: Aussie or Wassie?

This lovely lad is either an Aussie...or he bloody well wants to be. Rawr.


I dunno, butt...er, but, I'd so go down under with him.

Work in Progress Wednesday-Teasing without Telling

Right.

Okay.

I have to hide out in the writing cave today so I will have something of worth to turn over to the betas, and time for them to turn it around, as well as time for me to go over their suggestions and fix up my lovely WIP...it's still vewy, vewy secret, but how's about a little teasing without telling?

Character 1 is sweet and shy, though he looks like a rough and tumble man's man.

LOL. I said man's man about gay romance. I am so corny.

Character 2 is chock full o'smexy goodness. Like a Twinkie.

Tee-hee. I did it again.

Character 3 is older, authoritatively smoldering in a take-me-now kinda manner.

Yeah, I said take-me-now.

I will tell you this. Something in the story is glittery, and pink, and utilized with great flair and panache.

O.O

Manic Monday

Today's mania circles around a few different topics. Family stuff (and if you're family you know what that is, 'nuff said), making appointments, helping Jamie the Magnificent Moderator of Eros Writing (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ErosWriting/ the kick-ass by invite only critique group I belong to) post pics...I put up pics of cute het couples I know to inspire a fellow author who writes heterosexual romance...plus I'm working on my HJD story like mad. Mad I tell you, mad.

No. Really.

I've been filling out apps for some of the familia stuff (I am a flake, so that is quite difficult for me), taking long walks (fitness first-Michelle Obama), and trying to get a sec to work on my WRITING...the writing stuff will start this afternoon.

S'okay. Mondays are usually 15-18hr days.

O.O  Really.

Have a spanking good week kiddies.

I'll be busy writing my little fingers off so I have something new to post for you on WhIP Wednesday...
Mwah...
Cherie Noel