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March 31, 2022
A Man’s Massive Miscalculation – “EVERLAST!” By A.H. Scott
“When you attack us, you will see our faces. Not our backs, but our faces” - Volodymyr Zelenskyy, Ukraine President
“Beware, so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance.” – Jean de La Fontaine
To anyone who is reading this, I pose a scenario that you can think about:
As you sit in your chair wherever you are, think about the border of your country, your state, your city, your village, your street. Now, think about an entity on the other side of that border, deciding to invade your space, your existence, your home and cast you out into the darkness of an apocalyptic abyss; leaving your world upturned beneath the crush of tanks and howl of air sirens going off.
What if it were you, what would you do? Would you freeze? Would you run? Would you pray? Would you fight?
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January 2, 2022
OUT OF THE BLUE, LIFE WAS REAWAKENED – “Valerina’s Vineyard”, A Contemporary Romance by A.H. Scott
OUT OF THE BLUE, LIFE WAS REAWAKENED – “Valerina’s Vineyard”, A Contemporary Romance by A.H. Scott
A widow. A stranger.
Possibilities thrive in “Valerina’s Vineyard”.
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Freshly made tagliolini with shavings of white truffles were consumed during an almost silent supper this pair were having in the kitchen. Valerina finished her meal first and slowly sipped her wine in waiting for Giovanni to scrape the last bits of pasta from his plate. Neither knew what to say to the other, as that earlier event in the barn cast a somber shadow over these two people. Fork touched down onto his plate finally, as she couldn’t wait for this meal to be over.
Conscientious hostess, Valerina picked up her empty plate and reached over for his. Doing so, his hand touched hers in an attempt in assisting the removal of dishes from the table. She pulled away from his touch, as a plate was in either hand to be placed in the sink.
Last thing Valerina Allegretti needed was to be in this young man’s presence any longer. Standing at the sink with back to him, her body language exhibited a glacial aura in hoping he would leave the kitchen and go upstairs. Blue canvas shoes of hers even started to kick the wooden cabinet beneath the sink in an awkward rhythm. Dishes were placed into the sink, faucet turned on, and the water’s whooshing sound was a way of avoiding any further interaction with him. Just a wish was all she wanted to be fulfilled at that moment.
Yet, Gio had a different wish of his own, as he came up behind this woman in stillness at the sink. As his hand touched her shoulders slowly, she visibly shuddered.
Muscular build with facial hair and an inviting smile on his face, was perfectly matched with a frame of over six feet tall, allowing him to hover over her as they stood there together. He revealed his feelings towards the lady of the vineyard, “I am attracted to you”, His smile broadened, as his eyes gazed downward at the outline of her backside beneath fabric, “Valerina, you are beautiful”.
Valerina scoffed at his words, as she shook head in disbelief and turned the faucet off, “Don’t say something which is not true”, Thought of the happiness which ceased many years ago came in a sigh, “Beauty died when my husband did”.
Gio whispered slowly in her ear, “You are a beautiful woman…” Reinforcing the reality of the person who was standing right in front of him, “…And alive still”……..
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FASCINATION IS ON THE MENU – “Takeout” – A Contemporary Romance by A.H. Scott
FASCINATION IS ON THE MENU
Caren Barrett had become an intriguing detour for Greggory Pallard.
Greggory watched Caren from across the table as he sipped his wine thinking about how good it was just to enjoy her company without any unseen burdens, “You’re a far more fascinating woman than you give yourself credit for”.
Before tonight, Caren would have figured this man was drunk in saying that. She paused and looked around at the fanciful surroundings of the moment and softly smiled at him, “Takes fascination to know fascination”.
Drawn to Greggory’s body and mind, Caren was wonderfully aware of him returning the acknowledgment of similarity in magnetism. (“He stripped my pretense and exposed my strength” – Caren Barrett)
After their supper of salmon, a violin trio began to play Mozart’s “Violin Concerto No. 3”, which was more than a perfect accentuation of a beautiful night under the stars.
On that restaurant rooftop during a candlelight dinner, Caren casually rested her head on Greggory’s shoulder as they slow danced.
Something about the night and this silence between them for a short spell got her mind jarred. Pallard may not have said a word about what would happen when the music stopped and they exited the restaurant, but Barrett felt a tinge of anxiety along her spine.
(“There was no doubt he would have me tonight. But, tomorrow would fascination with me be retained?” – Caren Barrett)
As the final strains of that melody wound down, this couple stopped dancing and Greggory Pallard let her know exactly how he wished this starry night to proceed, “You’re a passionate woman, Caren”, Pallard sighed, “And, I intend to explore the desire within you….”
He took her back to his place for a naughty nightcap.
In the sanctum of his bedroom, Greggory removed coral dress, unpinned brown curls and made Caren the focus of primal passion.
(“He could have any woman he wanted. He knew it and I know it. He wanted me, and, that is all I needed to know” – Caren Barrett)
She didn’t hold back anything to him, as he met her against tan, silk sheets. Not just gratitude flowed from this woman to him, but a scintillating sense of comfort being in his arms.
More than just the size of Gregg’s cock was proven to be larger than life for Caren Barrett.
For her, it was his mighty, mighty charm that hit all the right notes inside of her….
October 17, 2021
Feel The Heat Of A.H. Scott's Explosive Tale - "BAD GUYS FINISH FAST & GOOD GUYS FINISH LAST"
Many a woman weaker than the one standing before him would have quaked in their stilettos in hearing his dismissive words. Tiberius must’ve mistaken her for one of those females who gave a damn.
Adorned in a powder blue silk dress without a bra underneath it, outline of nipples were easily seen through that fabric, not to mention the shortness of the hem that accentuated those long legs of this ginger hued, Jamaican born beauty.
With a matter of fact tone to her voice, Miranda Grayson replied to him, “Go ahead, Mr. Preston”, She motioned towards him with her dark brown, wavy hair cascading down her back, “I’m not holding you here any longer”, Sashaying past him without even giving a look back his way, she walked to the back booth he had reserved for their meal, “I’m hungry. I thought you were, too”.
Stung and stunned a bit from those words, Tiberius took a deep breath and chuckled as only his head turned to watch her walk away. And, it was definitely a sight worth watching from a man with a fat wallet and even bigger ego. If it was a game of words the lady with those long legs wished to play with him, he was more than up to do that, “Oh, my dear, you have no idea of my appetite”.
Miranda sat down and waited for him in the booth, “I’ve read about you, Tiberius”.
BEHIND THE BOOK - When a Jamaican beauty and British bad boy meet, there’s no telling what kind of combustion will come about between them. Miranda’s her name, as his name is Tiberius. Lust & desire become a blast for all which is game – set – match! London nights are filled with fanciful delights and hues of exhilaration. There’s no telling how explosive their relationship gets, but you can find out for yourself when you pick up a copy of “Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last”.
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October 1, 2021
OCTOBER FLOURISH! – 5 FREE Petals from A.H. Scott’s Bouquet
Author A.H. Scott Invites You To Explore Her Artistic Touch For Free On Amazon On the Following Dates In October 2021 –
CRIME THRILLER
“Her Name Was Lisa (Book One)”: October 1 – October 5
“Her Name Was Lisa (Book Two)”: October 6 – October 10
“Her Name Was Lisa (Book Three)”: October 11 – October 15
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“Valerina’s Vineyard”: October 16 & October 17
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“Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last”: October 18 – October 22
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September 20, 2021
Just Beneath The Surface – “Her Name Was Lisa” By A.H. Scott
Black 68 Chevy Nova exhibited the muscularity of masculinity, as this vehicle rolled out of its’ parking space onto that street of stillness. Shade of night accompanied the way he was feeling behind the wheel of his car, as darkness had a way of concealing blemishes of diminished perspective.
Three blocks away from his place, a traffic jam of almost twenty cars was starting to build up. Honking horns and verbal vitriol made for a waltz of misfits. With those cars lined up at a red light, that Chevy Nova waited its’ turn to move forward. The night had a bit of an edge about it, as even the ordinarily cool temps in Palo Alto were teetering around eighty degrees.
Yawning, as Hank sat there waiting for the traffic light to shift to green, he decided to turn on the car radio for a bit of company on his way to this night’s crime scene. Coincidence or kismet, the kind of company Adler was getting from the tune starting to play on that car radio was bad. Bad Company.
Primary strains of Bad Company’s “Ready for Love’ came through the car radio, like a braid of burgeoning bliss with chords of caressing confidence. From those first rhythmic utterances of Rodgers’ core capability and Kirke’s persistent throb of play to Ralphs’ and Bozwell’s deft combination of smoothness and stamina, this quartets’ prime performance of sultry delivery ascended to a sensuous cresting.
Traffic light turned green, as the Chevy Nova continued on its’ way from the urban bustle to a quieter locale of outer suburbia.
Hank Adler’s grey eyes had a smoldering magnetism to them. His gaze was like a fisherman casting a line outward to anyone in his orbit. Dark brown hair mixed with incoming patches of grey, always gave him a resemblance of a man in need of a trim on the top and the sides. With a stature of six foot, two inches; he had a fit build that was not overly muscular. Adler’s routine of getting a run in before going into the precinct kept him fit enough to pass the department physical. But, being in his 40’s still proved time had a way of pulling in the reins, even on a once charging tiger.
Muscles weren’t the only things which were sore on Detective Hank Adler, as his nerves had been in a constant state of bruising from all he’d witnessed over his years on the police force. Hank wasn’t completely numb to the predatory predilections of those he dealt with. Yet, there were those moments when the rope’s end had been closer than farther away.
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Caressed In Blue – “Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last” by A.H. Scott
Silk shirt of light blue color was matched with black pants, socks and midnight blue, suede shoes with gold emblem design on the tongue of the footwear which gave Preston a look of relaxed sophistication for their night out at a nightclub in Mayfair.
Tiberius strode into the bathroom as Miranda was coming out of the bathtub with a body glistening from a cascade of bubbles rolling downward into the tub. A delicious vision she was to see, as he grasped the white, bath towel that was on the sink counter and walked over to where she was standing.
With a voice like rolling thunder, his low tone had a rumble to it as he spoke with a crisp observation of this bare beauty, “You look good enough to eat”.
“Oh, you shall feast later, Tiger”, She purred in response to his observation of her as wet fingers grabbed that towel from him.
Horny as always, Tiberius brushed right thumb against his chin while looking her up and down, “But, I’m in the mood for chocolate right now, sweet lady”.
“Well, well”, Miranda wrapped white towel around herself, “If you’re a good boy, Tiger, then I’ll give you a little something to hold you over, until we get back later tonight”, Left index finger tapped against his chest, in a motion of playful admonishment to him.
“Shit, baby” He held onto that finger and put it into his mouth and gave a wink, “A taste of you goes a hell of a long way in taking me there”, Starting to suck that finger, he groaned a bit with pleasure.
Miranda humored him, as she allowed that tucked towel to drop between them, “I’m still wet”. She turned up the heat by purposely rubbing up against his light blue, silk shirt, “And, now I guess you’ll need to get out of that shirt”, Knowing her lover well enough, she slowly bent downward and gave him a wink in return, “Now, what do you think should happen to these pants, Tiger?”
“You’re a smart girl, Randa”, Deep chuckle filled the air, as he added, “Figure it out, my luscious one”.
Tiberius Preston was more than satisfied with the level of sexual syncopation with his latest, luscious playmate. Miranda Grayson could give as well as receive anything lavished her way from him.
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Sketches Of Seduction –“Valerina’s Vineyard” by A.H. Scott
This man’s impulsivity rubbed off on Valerina as she slipped out of the bed without waking him. Taking few steps out of the bedroom, she opened the closet in the hallway and took out a large, leather portfolio from the bottom shelf. Placing object under her right arm, she pulled a box from the top shelf.
Kneeling down and laying portfolio onto the floor, she removed the twine and pulled out a sketchbook and out of the box came two pencils. Because of this man, this woman was about to do something else she hadn’t done in many years.
Sitting in the window box of her bedroom, Valerina sketched Gio as he lay sleeping. Thinking about everything that had gone on since his arrival at the vineyard, she smiled to herself with every line of the pencil making contact with paper in capturing this beautiful subject.
For a woman who had never known the touch of any other man aside her husband she married when she was 17, Valerina was a sheltered rose when it came to her own sexual horizon. Those obvious thoughts of what was occurring with Gio made their way through her psyche. Maybe, if they had been two different people at another place and time more than this quartet of days would be just the seed of a burgeoning relationship.
Yet, that silver strand that dangled on her ankle opened her heart to a plateau of passion that she would have never imagined. Her soul ascended with this gift given by Gio.
A ringing telephone downstairs broke her focus and sketchbook was tossed onto window seat, as she wanted that noise not to wake him before the sketch was completed. Valerina returned from answering the phone to find her sketchbook gone from the window box and Gio awake.
Standing there naked with that sketchbook in his hands, he was nicely surprised at her artistry, “You are a woman of many wonderful gifts, Valerina”.
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Where Truth Resides – “The Lost Winter Of Lyla Strauss” By A.H. Scott
As he walked further towards the fireplace with a fresh supply of wood in his arms, a somber cloud of observation wafted from the area where the injured man stood.
Lyla was in the same cabin as these two men, but didn’t comprehend that weight of this moment.
She was blind to what was right in front of her eyes, while this Negro was not.
He knew that look.
Dancy Ruelaix had seen the look in a white man’s eyes more times than he could ever forget. Being a male of height and obvious presence, Dancy Ruelaix knew the feeling of seeming as tiny as the wisp of an eyelash in the denigrating eyes of a white man.
Without a word being said; that look of inhumanity, hatred, judgment, belittlement, and bypass settled onto the being of Dancy Ruelaix.
Rolling the pieces of lumber and twigs into a medium sized pile next to the right side of the fireplace he waited for the stranger in his home to speak first.
Out of the side of his left eye, Dancy saw that words were not the primary mode of communication by this injured man; for Coulton was slowly reaching for the branch next to that bed, which he was using as a crutch to assist in walking.
Dancy’s internal radar picked up on that twitch of fear radiating from Hollister, as that quaking hand began to cradle that branch.
Ruelaix wasn’t going to flinch or cower in his own home, for he had worked too long and too hard to establish himself on the trading post and in Callaway.
In the end, if there was one man leaving that cabin it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the person who put his blood, sweat, tears, and tenacity to survive the bitterest of nature’s elements over those many years.
Coulton Hollister’s mind wasn’t as clear as his eyesight in seeing this Negro before him.
Dancy decided to clear the air and the cobwebs of the man who he and Lyla had saved, “So, what’s your name, stranger?”
At the bottom of that ravine at Banyon Pass, it was Coulton Hollister who hadn’t a clue of who pulled him out of death’s jaws.
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August 28, 2021
A Few Words More With Author A.H. Scott
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