Friday, November 14, 2014
Week 68 - I'm Too Sexy - @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors
Welcome to the 68th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is I’m too sexy. We’re not talking about those arrogant boys who really aren’t sexy. We’re talking about those who are and those who are a little over the top about it. Sure, sometimes there is that arrogant hero, or heroine, who will tell you they are too sexy for whatever task put before them. Then comes the fall. And we love to read about the fall.
So this week show us all the character that is too sexy and knows, whether in a good, bad or indifferent way. We love bad boys, we love good boys…heck, let’s just face it…we love men. And we love the girls or boys that love them. So this week show us a too sexy billionaire on his yacht, or a too sexy geek who just wants to gaze at the stars with someone special in this crazy world. Show us the good, the bad and even the hilarious moments that could comprise a hero or heroine that is too sexy. You all know what we’re talking about.
This week's snippet comes from my latest release, KINDRED, AN AMERICAN LOVE STORY, a historical set in upstate New York before and during the American Revolution. The two leads are Lelaheo, an Oneida male and Kindred, a free African-American female who have been raised together since childhood. Rescued by a doctor and educated by him, they have been seen as curiosities to the townsfolk for years. But they have found the courage to declare that they are so much more to each other on the eve of his departure for medical school.
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Lelaheo scooted closer and captured both of her hands.
“Do not. Please do not.” Kindred strained to pull away, but he gripped her hands firmly.
“Why not, Kinny?” He watched her turn a deaf ear to his plea. “Ever since we were children I have admired your honesty, your courage. Do not disappoint me now. Why are you so bothered? Why this display?” He shifted to his knees on the floor before her and seized both of her hands in one of his. With his free hand, he grasped her chin and gently pivoted her face to meet his. Her eyes were downcast. “Kinny, talk to me.”
She slowly raised her eyes to his face. That face. With its high cheekbones, strong nose, beautiful, almost feminine mouth, and those inquisitorial, obsidian eyes which were at this moment waiting for an answer. With a taut jerk of her head, she disengaged from his grasp. She raised her chin and stared at him coolly. “Lelaheo, you should know why. I never fancied you the type who would need their pride stroked. You should know.”
“What should I know, Kinny?” He reached up with his free hand, untied her head wrap and tossed it aside. Her two heavy braids tumbled to just below her shoulders. With a tapered index finger, he traced the curve of her cheekbone and applied light pressure as the same tip traveled lower to outline her mouth. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear and he let out a long breath. “That you love me? Or more importantly, that I love you?” He felt her tremble at his words. He heard her breath catch and a little gasp escape. Pulling back, a dropped-jaw visage greeted him. “Well?”
Kindred wrenched her hands from his possession and hurled her arms around his neck. “Yes, I love you. Lelaheo. Kunoluhkwa.”
He stood up, hauling her from the settle roughly. He snaked one arm around her waist, while the other supported her back, bringing her snugly against his hard body. Looking down, he beheld her glowing features and sighed.
“Kunoluhkwa, Kindred. I have loved you since you stood up for me in the Reverend Harkness’s schoolroom that day. I have loved you since you helped heal my wounds from that beating we endured. I have loved you all these years. You know me better than I know myself. So, good Lord, how will I ever live these next months without seeing your face every day?” His mouth came down and gently, but insistently, covered hers.