Kenya Wright

When I arrived at her door, with the weight of the entire world on my shoulders, she drew me into her arms and eased all my stress away. She comforted and spent time with me when she didn__ have to. She didn__ know me at all, had no idea who I was or what I intended for her, whether passion or pain. But her heart led her forward, that beautiful heart I wanted for myself. So when the moment came to kiss her, as we stood in the water at the beach, I seized it like a desperate man. I was a mad one on the edge of insanity and she was the tonic I needed.

I couldn't stay away from her.

What made a movie buff different from others was the amount of freakish details they chose to fill their heads with. The typical movie-goer remembered the big lines, the ones that you could find on the film__ shirts and posters. Just a bunch of tag-lines used for promotion. A true movie buff memorized the odd ones that said more about the story__ theme or characters. A true buff read up on the movie__ history.

We filled the night air with light and shone brighter than all those millions of glittering stars watching us from the sky.

Fine, I__l live. Just give me time to fill the void you left.

I know you've been through an ordeal, but you don__ want to start drowning yourself in liquor. You__l find that it__ easy to do, but by the time you realize it could start to be a problem, you__e already over that cliff.

Moaning, she melted into my arms and molded her body against mine as if giving me permission to take whatever I yearned for. And I will. I can__ think of anything else.The ocean waves crashed against us. That cool water rose up to our knees. All was forgotten in those sweet kisses__ips gliding against lips, wet tongues twisting and exploring, hungry hands and taunting fingers. Fireworks of lust and need exploded inside me.

1) Everyone nodded in silent agreement, and then one by onedisappeared into the castle__ dark shadowswhere night met blackened airand creepy thingswhispered the most haunting words into the wind.

Their faces showed beautiful smiles boasting magnificent teeth. Their skin gleamed in the perfect lighting. Even their scarred flesh seemed to hold its own intricate designs, as crazy as it seemed. Luscious curves still decorated their hips and the swell between their legs. They were striking and endearing like a tribe of taunting sirens on top of a cliff in the middle of the sea. I gazed at them for longer than I should have_

The Revolution won't be televised. It's already available on Amazon in ebook format.

Nervousness from earlier surged back into me. Goodness. He was honey poured over an athletic body. Short, sandy-blond curls outlined his face, which boasted full lips, high cheek bones, and long lashes that any woman would envy. Even with those soft features, his face appeared hard and sculpted by an artist.

...and the sorrow sent her spiraling back into sickness.

Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn__ go, so now you__l have to take care of me.

He smiled and captured my hand..... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me.

And with her hair, so red, she__ caught my eye... My little red riding hood.

People called me, Lobo, which was Spanish for wolf.

Compliments like that are only going to get you everywhere.

He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. __ust be careful, Red. This isn__ a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf__ teeth really are.