She’d been in a slump with her painting and couldn’t seem to find inspiration anywhere. Cara had decided to drag her out of her studio and bring her along on her class field trip to the Cliff Palace. She’d tried to tell explain that she didn’t do landscapes, but her sister never listened to her.
She should have known better than to believe Cara had genuinely wanted to help her by spending the day trying to help her find inspiration. Oh, Cara meant well when she’d shown up at her apartment at five o’clock in the morning, but she was notorious for dropping everyone and everything else at the drop of a hat for a cute guy.
Ciera stopped and looked around a sudden feeling of panic slithered down her spine when she realized she didn’t recognize anything. Oh, God! How do I get myself into these situations? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. There was no need to panic. She could find her way back to Cara and ask her to walk her to the car.
Opening her eyes again she was struck by the beauty of the way the sunlight played off the sandstone walls, revealing a multitude of colors she’d never seen in stone. She reached out and ran her hand over the rock.
“…follow where your heart leads, a love that defies all will await you.” She held his gaze wondering if this was some sort of joke.
She pondered his reasons for a moment. What he said seemed reasonable, and really she had to have hit her head or something in her panic attack anyway. There was no way any of this was real. Why not just enjoy the dream and kiss him. It was probably the closest she’d get to a kiss any time soon. She looked up and met his eyes. “Okay. Kiss me.”
In the next instance, she felt bereft as cold air settled around her making her shiver. She blinked in confusion and glanced around trying to figure out where he’d gone. This was her dream…damn it…she should be able to say when it ended.
Dr. Wilhemina Brock prides herself on her ability to keep her private life with her husband Schyler just that – private. But when Keenan, the new nurse on staff, catches a glimpse of her tramp stamp, she’s coerced into spilling the story behind it, revealing how she broke the student-professor boundaries and hooked her husband.
Dr. Wilhemina Brock glanced in the mirror on the door of her locker. She frowned at the tight braid she'd twisted it into that morning. She reached up and released the clip holding it in place then shook out her long raven tresses. Soft wispy locks curled around her shoulders, sending shivers of pleasure dancing on her skin. Much better. Smiling to herself she grabbed her black t-shirt and started to pull it over her head.
A whistle sounded from the door. “Damn, that’s sexy.” A very masculine voice said.
Willa spun around, tugging the hem of her shirt into place. Keenan Fergason. The newest addition to the nursing staff. His muscular build, rugged features, reddish brown hair and sparkling green eyes had everyone lusting after him. She could feel the blush that stained her cheeks at his continued appraisal of her. “I don’t know what you're talking about, Keenan. I’ve gotta run. I’m meeting Schy for dinner in half an hour.” She reached up to stuff her lab coat into her locker and felt the bottom of her shirt raise above her low cut jeans.
“I’m not letting you leave here until you give me the dirt on that sexy tramp stamp you’re sporting there, Dr. Willa,” Kee said.
She glanced over in time to see him wiggle his eyebrows as he said the words tramp stamp. Shit. Just what she needed. News of her guilty pleasure traveling all over the hospital as she was finishing up her residency.
Shay has been writing most of her life. As a teenager, she focused mainly on poetry, but still dabbled in writing short stories. She didn't find her niche though until she started listening to the characters in her head whispering about the dark and sensual worlds to be explored in erotic romance. Now when she's not engrossed in a great read, she listens intently when her muse murmurs seductively in her ear. She also enjoys photography and graphic design. And although she isn’t an artist by any means she designed the tattoo featured in Shooting Stars. When she’s not writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. You can contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org, on Facebook Page and Twitter.