Interview with
Cynthia Woolf
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Today I have the pleasure to present a is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author of eighty-four novels and novellas consisting of sixty-seven historical western romances, eleven contemporary romances and six sci-fi, space opera romances. Along with these books, Cynthia Woolf has twelve boxed sets of her books.
Long before becoming a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author of eighty-six novels and novellas, what inspired you to begin writing?
I wrote my first story when I was 10 about a little boy I liked. Of course, it was a romance or as much of a romance as I could write at age 10. Then in about 1993 three coworkers and I started a round robin, where one of us would write a chapter, then the next person would write a chapter and so forth until we had the book written, or would have if I hadn’t gotten laid off. I joined CRW before I got laid off but had to put off my membership when I was without a job to pay the dues of the national organization. Then in 2000, I joined CRW again and met some of my best friends there. I’ve been writing ever since and published in 2011 with Tame A Wild Heart and then Centauri Twilight.
Peter Kincaid seems like a different kind of a hero—an artist who’s lost his muse. Who inspired his character?
I have a friend who is an artist and I just imagined her if she’d lost her muse and transferred that feeling onto my character of Peter Kincaid.
This book in volume 5 of your series, Colorado Billionaires. What is the fascination you have with Billionaires. The CEO, The Rancher, The Maverick, The Tycoon and The Artist seem to come from different walks of life. Besides being rich, what ties them and their stories together?
They are all from Colorado and are rich. Those are the only ties. Each book is a stand alone title and can be read and enjoyed whether you read the other books or not.
You are known for your skills (developed through your Historical Western Romance novels) of researching the background of your characters. How did you apply these skills for Peter Kincaid, the Artist and Alexis, the gallery owner?
As I’ve said, I have a friend who is an artist and I’ve been to the galleries that she exhibits in. She’s told me about the owner of those galleries and I took my inspiration from her words.
Besides being a contemporary romance, this story weaves mystery, suspense, and deceit. As an author who spans several sub-genres of romance, how do you stretch the envelope to weave in elements of a different genre?
I love to include a bit of suspense into my stories. It entertains me to have the extra element and I believe it also is more entertaining for my readers. At least I hope it is. I haven’t had any complaints yet, so I figure I’m good. 😊
Since this series is anchored in Colorado—both Aspen and Denver—tell us about bringing the local taste and color into scenes of the book, for example the remote mountain cabin that serves as a refuge in a deadly snowstorm.
I am Colorado born and bred and I grew up in the mountains west of Golden, Colorado, home of Coors Brewing Company and the Colorado School of Mines.
My father died when I was 5 so my mother raised us alone. The home I grew up in was a 600 square foot cabin. A little bigger than Alexis’s home and smaller than the place that Peter rented. It had 2 bedrooms that were 10 feet by 10 feet. Just big enough for a double bed and a dresser. My little brother and I shared a bedroom when we were little and then he slept on the couch. The main room was the other half of the house and was one long room 10 feet by 30 feet. My mom put up a curtain that he could close to give him some privacy. Basically, he had the living room as his bedroom.
Aspen was a place that we used to go fishing by and went to for groceries, gas and other supplies. I also researched it to find out about the art galleries there. Because I love the area in general I wanted to set the book in the mountains that I love and Aspen was a good place to set a billionaire book since many wealthy people and celebrities come there to ski and end up buying or building homes in the area. Trust me when I say I would live there if I could afford it.
I love the mountains. My late husband and I had that in common as well as both being Colorado natives. We camped and fished all over the state though there are many things and areas I have not seen and would have loved to while Jim was alive. We had so many plans of things we were going to do.
Please give us an excerpt from The Artist.
Here you go. This is from the first chapter.
The weather app lied.
All the weather forecasters were wrong. Two inches of snow! How about two feet?
Peter Kincaid gripped the steering wheel of his rented Ford Bronco. In front of him was pure white. The windshield wipers could barely keep up. The heat from the heater seemed to get weaker as he drove, as though it was fighting with the snow as well and losing the battle.
He was so sure the cabin he’d rented would only be about fifteen minutes from Aspen’s airport, but he’d been driving for more than an hour. He should have turned around a half hour ago, but he thought for sure it would be around the next curve.
His phone had no signal, or he would have asked for directions from Siri. Peter had to face facts…he hadn’t been smart enough to download the map and was kicking himself for it. Now he was lost.
Suddenly, the Bronco started sliding. He turned the wheel to straighten it and instead he over corrected, plunging into a ditch full of snow. The engine sputtered.
Then died.
One more try.
He turned the key. The engine flared to life. The car was four-wheel drive but Peter knew, having grown up in Colorado, that not even four-wheel drive could get him out of some situations. Especially like this one. But he had to try.
After shifting into Drive, he pressed gently on the gas pedal, but the tires just spun. He shifted into Reverse and tried to go backward but the tires still just spun. Trying to rock it loose, he shifted from Drive to Reverse, quickly, again and again. Nothing worked and then the engine died. He slammed a fist into the steering wheel, then slumped back in the seat and huffed out a breath.
Peter shifted into Park and turned the key. The engine turned over but wouldn’t start. His tailpipe was probably full of snow, which meant there was no way for him to keep warm.
He had a dilemma. Stay in the car and possibly freeze or head back to where he’d seen a mailbox sticking out of the snow and hope he could find the associated cabin. Of course, he could get out of the car, get even further lost and freeze to death, anyway. It was already four o’clock and soon the sun would be going down. He needed to do something and soon.
Never one to just sit still, he tugged his stocking cap lower over his ears, pulled up the hood of his parka, and tied it so only his eyes and nose were exposed. He pocketed his keys, grabbed his flashlight, his satchel containing his paint, brushes, and canvas, and stepped out of the Bronco and locked it. If someone made it to his car before he did, he didn’t want them to have an easy time stealing the car. Not that they could, or would for that matter, but old habits die hard.
The snow whipped wildly past him. He had on his night driving glasses, which allowed him to see better in the storm.
Snow was up to his knees, making it hard to move, but he worked his way over to the tracks his Bronco left. Walking in the tracks, even though they were rutted, was easier than wading through the huge drifts. Even in the last few minutes, the snow had started filling in the twin tire tracks.
He must have gone about half a mile when he found the mailbox sitting next to what could have been a road. He also realized he might have only walked one-hundred yards. It was hard to judge. He looked to the right, behind the mailbox, and thought he saw a light. The soft yellow glow called to him.
As he approached, he saw a chimney and smelled smoke. Or it could have been only in his head because the snow was coming down too hard for him to smell anything.
Peter trudged through the snow, which was now over his knees, until he finally reached the porch of a small cabin. Climbing the three snow-covered steps to the deck of the porch was almost harder than the walk had been. He was exhausted and almost done for.
He stood in front of the door, trying to catch his breath, but the cold air made it almost impossible. Peter raised his fist to the door and pounded on it three times before resting his arm against his right side.
The door opened, and a woman stood there, her face backlit by the light from inside and he couldn’t make it out. He did identify that she was holding a fireplace poker. The woman’s red hair looked like it had a halo around it from the glow of the fire behind her.
“What do you—”
“Help.”
“Come in.” She rolled her eyes and placed her right shoulder under his left arm and steered him into the small log cabin.
“Thank you,” Peter whispered the words just before he blacked out.
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Paul Alan Gober
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Dead East: Devil May Replace Me
Today I have the pleasure to present an author who, despite rebellious school years and failed relationships, was guided by art and photography to create images on canvas, celluloid, and digital media, and to write novels. Paul Alan finds the challenge of writing screenplays addictive and has the urge to entertain people with laughter
What’s your new book, Dead East: Devil May Replace me, about?
It’s a high-stakes, race against time, life-or-death zombie apocalypse.
North America's West Coast burns while civilization celebrates the falling skies, but horror ensues when a biological attack crashes the party, unleashing the world-eating Undead. Survival is not guaranteed in this no-holds-barred Zombie Apocalypse.
No, really, what's it about!?
Partygoers celebrate dazzling meteor showers as the world teeters on the edge of catastrophe, with an imminent sudden global disaster looming. Ordinary people are forever changed by spiraling, unexplained violence amid urban decay in a desperate fight for survival. Individuals confront not only their past traumas and addictions but also a horrific new enemy that defies explanation, pushing humanity to its darkest limits. From the chaotic Venice Beach to isolated mountain lodges and frightening quarantine camps, the story reveals the brutality of a post-apocalyptic New World and the relentless human struggle against impossible odds.
Dr. Patricia Finney, a brilliant scientist, escapes a ruthless corporation after exposing a world-changing dark secret. Entangled in this chaos are brutal bikers, a CIA asset, and his cynical handler, who are forced to reevaluate their loyalties. They plot assassinations amid fears of biological warfare. A hunting trip turns tragic, and a thirst for revenge unleashes a maelstrom of events that affect all survivors' lives. Wedding party guests navigate pre-apocalyptic anxieties, and a honeymoon flight becomes deadly when a bride's disturbing transformation signals the rise of a reanimated threat. Actor and mob boss father reveal gruesome secrets. Ordinary people like Wyatt and Madison navigate a burning California, battling resource shortages, societal collapse, and the looming threat of the 'Undead.’
Comparable works include: The Walking Dead, World War Z, Children of Men, Z-Nation, 28 Days Later
Tell us about yourself and your spark for writing,
The earliest spark for writing came in junior high school when I always felt the urge to entertain people with laughter. It was a coping mechanism for dealing with divorce and the sudden poverty that struck my family, but that’s a whole different topic best saved for my psychotherapist. It all started when I wrote a very long, off-topic paper filled with profane expletives. It was over fifteen pages, and I wrote it on a Sunday, the day before it was due. My teacher criticized it for many reasons, but my saving grace was the effort I put into the story. She said, ‘I’m giving you a C plus because this is the most work you have done all year.’ Looking back, I wish I could apologize for my unruly behavior as the class clown. Honestly, I was just a handful of rebellious trouble in the eyes of the teachers.
This may sound like a joke, but breakup poetry also played a role in my writing journey. Hey, breakup poetry is serious business, and when I saw the scene with John Cusack in the 2010 film Hot Tub Time Machine, I nearly died laughing. The movie is about a group of guys who travel back in time to rewrite their own history during a ski trip they took in the 1980s. Jacob, played by Clarke Duke, confronts his uncle Adam (John Cusack) after his failed attempt to reconcile with his first love, forcing him to relive the breakup once more.
“You’re writing breakup poetry," exclaimed Jacob, as he found his uncle drunk back in the hotel room.
“OK. I’m writing breakup poetry! Now get out of here... because my heart hurts...” Adam replied, drunkenly, while taking a hit from a bong.
This deep connection with the scene and dialogue is one of the most humane things I feel we can all relate to. Again, I regress by exposing my personal breakup poetry phase, which should probably be kept private for now, and only for my Psychotherapist to analyze. Hehe!
Despite my difficult school years and failed relationships, art and photography guided me to create images on canvas, celluloid, and digital media, eventually inspiring me to write novels. Though I was a terrible student growing up, my mother recognized that I had a little artistic talent developing inside me. She always encouraged me to take it seriously, which eventually gave me the courage to major in Film and Multimedia. Two things I discovered about myself in college were my natural aptitude for Biology and Astronomy, and my love for writing screenplays. At Columbia College Chicago, I was studying to become the next Oliver Stone, a renowned filmmaker known for movies like Natural Born Killers and Platoon. More specifically, I admired the Director of Photography on many of Oliver Stone’s films. In particular, John Alcott inspired me greatly. I immediately enrolled in Columbia College's Director of Photography program after watching the 1990s movie, The Doors. This might seem silly, but it's true. There, I found the challenge of writing screenplays addictive. After graduating, I was sidetracked by 9/11 and gave up on the dream of filmmaking, instead becoming a medic in the Army and fighting the war on terror. Now I often wonder what life would be like if 9/11 had never happened.
Would you give us a passage or two?
From Chapter 14, August 19th: DANCERS
A baleful light pierced diagonally across the barren landscape, casting the gathering Dead in a dirty late afternoon sun. Like a troupe of modern dancers, they spasmodically moved to a silent rhythm only they could hear. With their long shadows mimicking exaggerated ticks of dysmorphic shapes on the asphalt parking lot, the Dead’s slow movements remained deceiving; on the contrary, when darkness fell, they would congeal in a frenzied state and rage against the building's entrance.
‘The Undead must have some sort of brain activity because if they’re truly dead, how do they remember we’re in here? Why do they keep coming back and pounding on the glass every night?’
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Interview with
Becky Barker
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Today I have the pleasure to present an award-winning, best-selling romance author whose novels have been translated into more than a dozen languages, published in electronic format, and re-issued in trade paperback as well as large print library editions. Besides spending time with her family, Becky Barker enjoys music, gardening, fishing and reading.
Your children Rachel, Amanda and Thad and their families all live within a few miles of you in rural Ohio. How has this love and closeness contributed to the romance stories you write?
I am blessed with a big, loving extended family, and family has always been at the heart of everything I write. Many of my stories include siblings. My PRESCOTT PILOT series involves triplets who pilot for their family's air charter service. ON WINGS OF LOVE and CADE'S CHALLENGE are connected stories about two brothers. Wyatt, the hero of DEEPER THAN LOVE, has a strong relationship with his brother. It's the same with Ciara and her sister.
I know you like fishing, gardening and reading. Have your characters ‘borrowed’ some of these interests from you?
I think most authors incorporate a little of herself or himself in their books. My story BEDROOM EYES was set in my home state of Ohio and is a perfect example of the rural life I've experienced. I indulged myself in DEEPER THAN LOVE by incorporating family names. The Brinson Resort was named for my maternal grandparents. Uncle Clyde and Aunt Rebecca were named for myself and my husband; something that pleased our family as we have dozens of nieces and nephews.
To me, his story is really about trust, as Ciara Jayne Moore feels betrayed by the actions of her lover, Wyatt Marcum, who let her down when she badly needed his support. He must now regain her trust to restore their love. Tell us about the story and the way you balanced love and trust in it.
Without giving away too much of the plot, I'll say that Ciara felt that Wyatt was her true soulmate, and she believed he felt the same. It was the strength of that belief in their love that made their disastrous parting all the more painful for both of them.
This story has two main locals — southern California, where Ciara manages an elegant, but aging seaside resort, and Marcum International's Manhattan office, where she her executive position until fleeing it. Did you have to do any research to faithfully describe these two contrasting settings?
I've visited Manhattan several times and spent some time in southern California. Most of the details I used in the book are of my personal experiences with the locations.
Did you model your characters, Ciara and Wyatt, after real people you know?
NO, I never model characters after people I know. It's more like people I've met through books and other entertainment. I do hope my main characters come across as honest, honorable and intelligent.
Give us an excerpt from Deeper than Love.
The blue-grey eyes held an unerring intensity as they focused on her. “I never expected you to run,” he said, his low voice an erotic reminder of the incredible depth of his passion. He looked her directly in the eyes, his expression inscrutable.
She didn’t want him here. Loving him had nearly destroyed her. She kept her tone steady even though her stomach quivered with nerves.
“I never expected you to order me from your life,” she replied flatly. Every time she thought of the day he’d had his security chief escort her from Marcum International’s executive offices, the remembered pain and humiliation made her burn with anger.
If she hadn’t known him better, she’d have sworn a shadow of regret flashed in his eyes. But Wyatt Marcum wasn’t the type of man who let emotion rule his actions. Born into wealth, groomed for success and already a powerful CEO of a fortune 500 company at thirty-two, he rarely showed any sort of weakness.
She watched warily as he slid his hands into his pockets, making his arm and shoulder muscles ripple beneath the Egyptian cotton of his shirt. He watched her in a calm, assessing manner he normally used when sizing up a new business associate. Then he stepped farther into the room with the long-legged grace of a man completely comfortable in his own body. It only took a couple strides to bring him from the door to the front of her desk.
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S. Evan Townsend
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Today I have the pleasure to present an author who has been called "America's Unique Speculative Fiction Voice”. S. Evan Townsend writes novels that cause thrills and rapid page-turning. After spending four years in the U.S. Army in the Military Intelligence branch, he returned to civilian life and earned a B.S. in Forest Resources from the University of Washington. In his spare time he enjoys reading, driving on a racetrack, meeting people, and talking with friends. He is in a 12-step program for Starbucks addiction.
What inspired you to write Annihilation from Above?
It was actually a story written by another author in a writers' group. He had aliens attacking Earth with asteroids, which would hit with the force of a nuclear blast. And I thought about what if a group of terrorists aimed a near-earth orbiting asteroid at a major world capital, what could be done to stop it. The asteroid is too close for NASA's deflection technology to work so NASA and other government entities have to get creative in order to divert it so it doesn't hit the Earth.
How does your military experience influence your writing?
I was in Military Intelligence in the Army. As such, I gained perspective into how intelligence is done and how those in intelligence think. In many of my novels, there's intelligence agencies and operatives. Also, I know about basic military tactics and have used that knowledge in my novels. In one of my novels, the main character actually joins the CIA. In Annihilation from Above, the CIA is involved in the story.
The advent of self-publishing has made it easy for anyone to publish a book. What sets your books apart?
My novels, including my urban fantasy novels, are meticulously researched. When I write science fiction, as in Annihilation from Above, the science is done correctly. I end up doing a lot of math for my science fiction books. For one series of novels, I set up a spreadsheet that allowed me to calculate how long it would take for the ships to journey certain distances and if there would be any relativistic effects such as time dilation. So the accuracy of my books is one thing that sets them apart. Also, I can write an action scene that you won't want to put down. I try to use diverse characters and write them as they would be.
Is there a particular author or work that inspired you to begin your writing journey?
The one work that inspired me was Ringworld by Larry Niven. Also, during a three-year period when I was in the Army, I read everything by Robert Heinlein I could get my hands on. Both those authors were brilliant in their writing and in their science (although some of Heinlein's, bring written so long ago, turned out to be inaccurate). I've wanted to write since I was twelve. Those works steered me in the direction of hard science fiction.
Have you had any memorable fan interactions?
I was doing a podcast interview when another writer I respected, who has since passed, called in to say that he loved my first fantasy, Hammer of Thor. I was just amazed and happy to hear that. We became Facebook friends and continued to communicate until he died. Another time I was doing a book signing and a young woman came to the table and looked at me. "Are you S. Evan Townsend?" she asked. When I said "yes" she broke out on a huge smile. "I loved your book, Rock Killer," she said holding out her hand. I stood up and shook it. She also bought the book I was signing. It's interactions such as that that motivate me to keep writing.
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Tricia T. LaRochelle
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Today I have the pleasure to present Flickering Heart, Gold Medal winner in the 2024 Global Book Awards for Romance/Suspense. Since she was a little girl, Tricia T. LaRochelle has been obsessed with tragic love stories. No beach reads for her. Bring on the grit with a double side of turmoil. She likes to feel the character’s anguish as they fight to overcome obstacles to be together. Growing up in central Vermont, she has seen her share of tragedy but remains a hopeful romantic.
How did you first get into writing romantic suspense novels? And why did you choose this genre?
I was influenced by several factors that steered me toward this genre. As far as the romance, when I was a girl, I was struck by the series The Thorne Birds. The sacrifice, the commitment, and the overpowering love between Father Ralph and Meggie grabbed hold of my young heart and wouldn’t let go.
In the literary world, I loved to read Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys. The mysteries kept me guessing and equally intrigued to find out who the villain turned out to be. I couldn’t get enough of them.
Years later, The Phantom of the Opera reached out and grabbed me once again. I realized then that I didn’t just like romances, I liked romances with mysterious themes that kept the reader or viewer guessing, and with characters that would stop at nothing to sacrifice themselves for the ones they loved.
I’ve often been told by my readers that my books made them cry, scream, and even swoon. My latest novel, Let Me Go, continued the tradition of leaving my readers guessing while capturing their hearts with characters who are difficult to forget. One reviewer for Let Me Go said, and I quote, “I was a horror genre reader only and Tricia has made me a romance reader. After reading mainly horror for the last 54 years, I'm 64 now, Tricia has done what I thought was impossible.”
That was music to my ears. As I said, I don’t want to just write romances, I want a romances that bring the reader through something significant with twists and turns that they never see coming.
Aside from romance and suspense, do your books carry a common theme?
Yes, just as my books delve into struggle, conflict, and sacrifice, the salve for those struggles comes in the form of second chances. Whether it’s a young woman trying to overcome a tragic accident in Flickering Heart, or a woman trying to escape from her abusive husband in Sun in My Heart, or even a man in Let Me Go, honoring his late grandfather, never realizing his life was shallow and unhappy, the characters do overcome and find their second chance at happiness and love.
What do you hope your readers will come away with after reading one of your books?
First and foremost, I want my readers to feel when they read my work. I also hope to reach those who struggle with themselves and make them understand that they are not alone. Yes, life is hard, and for some, downright brutal. My characters understand these struggles, and they find ways to move past them. My female characters may not always start out strong, confident, and independent, but they will arrive there. As in Flickering Heart, there is also a level of sisterhood and female empowerment that weaves nicely into the story.
Do you believe your stories are current with what society deals with as a whole?
Yes, I touch on serious issues that plague our society, such as male domination, sexual assault, manipulation, mental illness, loss, and PTSD.
Do you put any/much research into your books?
Yes, I put a tremendous amount of research into my books. In A Collision with Love, the story travels to London, where my MP opens up a law office. That took some serious research to find out how one could do all that.
Many of my books had me calling police stations, speaking to lawyers, and researching everything from DMVs in other states to how medical bills are handled in places such as Ireland and the London.
Unless I have personal experience on a topic, I will research it. I’ve read books where the author doesn’t do their homework, and in my opinion, it shows. Readers are smart and can spot a fraud. If I want my readers to truly experience my stories to the fullest, they have to believe they are authentic.
Please share an excerpt from Let Me Go with us.
I set both bags on the deck, just above the steps and next to the railing, hoping that would provide just enough stability to keep them upright until the crazy lady had found them. No point in leaving a note. If she saw the note, she’d see the bags.
I turned to leave and found Lily standing there in front of my truck watching me with the same expression she wore on my dock. Only this time, I wasn’t afraid. Not of her. “Hey, Lily.” I loved that I now knew her name.
She bounded over.
I scratched behind her ears. “So this is your home, girl?” I squatted down to see her better.
Lily just stood there, allowing my hands to pet and pamper. What was it about this dog? I already liked her. In fact, I almost wanted to take her home with me. Being alone wasn’t something I had been accustomed to. Not lately. Lily would be a great companion. And if I suspected she was being abused, I would have done just that. But this dog was friendly, not guarded, and well cared for judging by her disposition and her thick coat of fur. Abused dogs were mean. Lily was anything but.
“Maybe you can come see me again. Would you like that, girl?” I scrubbed around her ears some more and down her neck, which she seemed to like.
And then I realized I’d overstayed my welcome. What business did I have hanging around this place? I was far from skedaddling as Raymond had instructed.
I rose. “Okay, Lily. I’ve gotta go. You come over anytime you want to, okay? I gotcha some dog treats.” Do you expect her to answer you?
I took a step toward my truck, when the sound of a screen door opened and shut from the back of the house. My curiosity getting the better of me, I inched my way toward the front corner of the porch, assuring myself my truck was only a quick jaunt away. And I was prepared to run. Like the wind if I had to.
I just wanted to see what this . . . person looked like. All I could imagine was someone you’d buy tickets to see at a county fair. Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a crazy loon for you.
And then, she appeared, Lily running to her side.
“Hey, Miss Lily. You been wandering around again?” The woman was not old at all. In fact, she was probably younger than I was. She bent over and brushed her fingers through Lily’s fur, and I found myself envious of the animal’s care. “You wanna help me get these clothes down?” Various articles of clothing floated back and forth in the breeze.
Funny, she spoke to Lily as though she was another person. Just like I had. The late-day sun had paused just above the horizon, blanketing the scene before me in a sort of spotlight, only much softer than that, shades of pink, orange, and violet contributing to the spectrum.
I lost my breath or my ability to hold a single thought inside of my head. Iris was . . . beautiful? No radiant. Honestly, there were no words. Was my mouth hanging open? I had no fucking idea. She stood sideways while pulling clothes off her line as the sunset filtered through her cotton white sundress, silhouetting a lean body and full breasts. A gentle breeze ran its fingers through her long locks of golden curls that cascaded all the way to her tiny waist. I wanted to touch it, and then felt weird for wanting such a thing. I dated beautiful women, some of them models. And if I were being honest, I wasn’t so bad myself, or so I’d been told. But the vision of what stood before me spoke to somewhere deep within my soul, a place unknown and uncertain. I couldn’t fathom was I was feeling in that moment. All I knew was that whatever it was, I was rendered helpless by the power of it.
Her profile highlighted a delicate nose that formed a small button at its tip. Her chin and neck were sculpted as if from sandstone, a golden tan glowing from her flawless skin. With long and delicate fingers, she unhooked a shirt and placed it in the wicker basket next to her feet. Her movements were graceful, almost rhythmic, and I couldn’t for the life of me stop watching her. My feet remained rooted to the earth as my chest filled with something indescribable. My skin tingled. If I was still breathing, I was unaware.
The only thing I couldn’t see were her eyes. It didn’t matter, they could be jet black and she’d still be the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen.
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