Beyond The Veil – Book 1
By Honor James
On sale until March 12!
It’s hard enough dealing with one human guy trying to get a date. If only her life was that simple. Lacey Rose has two men hot on her heels, and the fact they are sexy Luhpynes is only making it that much harder to resist their appeal. But they aren’t the only ones after her. Lacey has a stalker who is willing to do absolutely anything to gain her attention, including killing all those around her.
Zhubin and Ansell both knew the moment they met her just who Lacey was to them. Their mate. And neither has made qualms about letting her know at every turn. She’s been resistant, but that can only last so long under the persistent and dedicated courtship of two adult males. The only kink in their plans is that someone keeps trying to kill them off, and doesn’t appear concerned when she’s in the blast radius.
The clock is ticking for them all. Only time will tell.
“All right. First up—” he looked to the back of the room. “Agent Zhubin, I need you with Agent Lacey Rose to head over to the warehouses. We have multiple casualties out there, human and non-. The coroner is already on his way out to meet the uniforms that found and are securing the scene now.”
Zhubin dropped his gaze to the woman who was to be his partner for the case. She was smart, sassy and sexy, the three S’s that was also trouble with a capital T wrapped in a layer of sin with a very capital and heavily underlined S. Meeting her gaze he tipped his head slightly. She hated him, but on the job she would be professional and her smarts were always an asset.
“You two can head out, the rest of you,” the Captain continued and shuffled through some papers before he started up.
Exiting the briefing room as the Captain handed out more assignments, he held the door for Lacey as she stepped out. Letting it close he followed on her heels towards the back door into the parkade. Knowing her she’d want to drive, so he stuck his hands into the pockets of his black cargo pants.
Pausing at the door to the garage while she got their assigned vehicle, Zhubin let his eyes move over her. She was tall for a woman of human origins. And she was all human and all woman. She had muscles to her, nothing bulky, but svelte and perfectly proportioned. She also had killer curves, ones she’d used more than once to get someone to say or do something dumb.
Agent Rose was one hell of a woman, one that even he knew would be a perfect match for the right man. Did he think he was the right man? On occasion he had that thought, then she’d open her mouth and it all went downhill. She had a razor-sharp tongue, slicing and dicing a man’s ego into little pieces too easily. She didn’t take bullshit, ever, and could play with the big boys. Hell, he’d even seen her go toe to toe with one of his people on more than one occasion leaving them to limp away with their tail between their legs.
Pushing open the door for her, he held it and rolled his eyes when she went through. She’d given him a look of death. Sue him, he had manners. He believed chairs and doors should be held for a woman. He believed a man should pick up the check or, at the very least, offer to do so. He also believed that a man should protect those smaller and weaker than him even when they didn’t like the idea.
She on the other hand, ball-buster that she was, seemed to believe men were good for nothing. No, he didn’t think she was into other women. She seemed to appreciate the male form well enough and even had, a time or two, been seen checking males out. By him at least, not that he’d ever said anything to alert her to the fact he’d caught her mentally stripping down a male. He wasn’t an idiot.
Following her to the car, he resisted the urge to open the door for her, barely. It went against every single fiber of his being but he knew she’d just shred him with her razor-sharp tongue if he did. So when she passed him the keys he was shocked but he climbed into the driver’s seat and pushed it back as far as it would go. Thankfully all the AEDA vehicles could accommodate his larger frame so he gained plenty of leg room. She, on the other hand, had to scoot the passenger seat forward, a lot, just to sit comfortably.
Turning the onboard computer to face him, he punched in his code and pulled up the information on where they were going. He happened to love New York, loved the scents, the smells, the energy the city seemed to vibrate from its very core. It was nothing like it had been before the war the humans started, but it was still a lot the same in the little ways.
“East side harbor,” he told her. “We’re heading for the McKinley warehouses near dock eighteen. Looks like there are six dead with another three currently being rushed to the hospital. The uniforms have two potential witnesses they are holding until we arrive. The coroner is on scene and starting to work. As well, looks like the crime scene techs are there too and are getting started.”
He punched on the keys and frowned, “No IDs on the bodies and…” He fell silent as he read what was still coming in on the system. One of the technological advances the Veil dropping had given to the human world was interfaced computers on a whole new level.
Things like cell phones were a thing of the past. Everyone now had a chip behind their ear that worked as a cell phone and recorder as well as ID, which made this unusual. A second chip at the inner wrist held personal information like allergies, medical history and also worked for paying for things. No more cards or cash, everything was now fully integrated into a new version of the Internet. So secure that even hackers couldn’t break through, there was no more identity theft, no more need for banks or financial institutions of any sort. Everything flowed on the new Net system, no glitches, no mistakes.
“Their hands were all removed. ME says that she’ll likely have to do dental records if not DNA,” he added in a low murmur. Odd, very odd. Switching to live feed of the scene, he watched as the Medical Examiner, or ME, moved to another body and bent to pat him down, looking for anything of significance.
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Racy Nights is a fantastic series by author Tara Rose, and I was tickled pink when I found out she was writing more books for it! Check out the newest in the series….
Ria Rodriguez wants to mend her gossipy ways, make up with former BFF, Marisol, and heal the rift she caused in the Racy, Indiana, BDSM community last summer. Sexy twin Doms, Wyatt and Trent Rohan, are more than willing to help her do that. But Ria’s romance with both Doms is complicated by a murder she witnesses. The mystery goes deeper than anyone in Racy first imagined.
Paramedic Trent Rohan is drawn to Ria’s impulsive behavior, but can he escape the heartbreak in his past and learn to love again? And can he share her with his twin?
Wyatt Rohan has been married to his job as a public defender. Ria is the first woman who has crawled under his skin and this far into his heart. Can he allow himself to love her? Or will she get tired of waiting and choose his twin, instead?
Read a HOT excerpt!
The first strike across her ass must have been with the paddle, and it hurt like a motherfucker. She yelled, and Wyatt stopped. “Was that a safeword?”
His voice dripped with humor, and she fought the urge to call him a few choice names. She’d brought this on herself, and she’d agreed to it. She could do this. The arousal coursing through her was enough to make her dizzy. “No, Sir.”
“Use it if you have to.”
“I will, Sir.”
She grit her teeth as he struck her five times in a row with the paddle, pausing for only a second or two in between the swats. When one of them caressed her sore ass cheeks and slipped his hand underneath to tease her wet pussy and sensitive clit, she moaned loudly. “Not fair, Sir.”
“Why not?” Wyatt’s voice washed over her, sexy and teasing at the same time. They were going to kill her with this delicious torture, and she was going to love every second of it.
“I have to come.”
Trent reached under her torso to grasp her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. She gasped as fresh jolts of electricity shot straight to her clit. “You are not even close to being allowed to come, so don’t bother asking again. We’ll tell you when you can.”
“You two are insane.”
Trent’s breath was warm in her ear. “Yes, we are insane. Insane with lust over you, my beautiful, sexy Ria. We are going to paint that round, gorgeous ass red, and then we’re going to fuck your pussy and your ass until none of us can walk.”
“Oh God…” Shivers ran up and down her spine as Trent licked her nipples, then moved behind her to lick her pussy and then her asshole. When he straightened up, Wyatt began to paddle her again, this time not stopping until he’d given her ten hard strikes. She was panting and whimpering when he caressed her ass cheeks again.
This was the sexiest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. So many emotions rose to the surface, demanding attention. It was arousing and overwhelming at the same time. Ria needed time to process it all. Should she tell them that?
“Trent’s turn. Get up.”
“No,” she whispered.
Wyatt helped her to her feet and both men turned her to face him. He brushed a finger between her breasts. “Was that a safeword?”
She shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t want it to end this soon. She was enjoying this. It hurt like crazy, but the pain was all mixed up with pleasure and she wanted to prove to them that she could take this. She wanted to experience everything these two had to give her. She wanted to please them, and make them proud of her.
“Are you all right?” His voice was so tender that Ria sucked in a shaky breath. She hadn’t expected that.
“I am. Just trying to make sense of it all…Sir.”
“Play can be very intense and overwhelming your first time. But you have your safeword. Don’t hesitate to use it.”
“I won’t. I promise, Sir.”
Wyatt stood, and Trent took his place on the chair. “Time to get over my knee.”
Once she was repositioned, Trent slapped one ass cheek then the other in quick succession with the strap, five times in a row, pausing only a second in between each strike. Sweat poured down Ria’s face and into her eyes, but she was so aroused now that her pussy contracted in tiny spasms. She could feel her juices on her upper thighs. She’d never been this turned-on in her life.
When Trent paused, Wyatt licked her pussy and ass cheeks. She was so close to coming it was ridiculous. She squirmed against Trent’s thigh, but she couldn’t really move anything except her head. Each time Wyatt stopped, Trent gave her a few more serious smacks with that damn strap. The pain became pleasure, and the pleasure became pain, until she was woozy and whimpering almost constantly.
When he stopped for the last time, they stood her up, removed the cuffs and spreader bar, and then one of them picked her up his arms. She was laid on the bed and Trent was on top of her, kissing her like he never would again. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and next to her Wyatt stroked her hair. “I’m so proud of you. You took a lot.”
Trent released the kiss and crawled off her. Wyatt took his place, capturing her mouth in a kiss so hot she was sure the bed would catch on fire. Trent teased her sides of her breasts with his fingertips. “I’m proud of you, too.”
She couldn’t even answer them. She had no point of reference for this. All she could do was try to hold off the climax as both men took turns kissing her mouth and her neck. They sucked and licked her nipples, and she ran her hands over their tats, tracing the designs in an effort not to think about how close her orgasm was. The pleasure was overwhelming. She didn’t think she could take anymore, but then they each spread one leg and began to lick her pussy and her clit, and she knew she had to say something. “No. Please stop. Please. I mean it. There is no way I can hold off my climax if you do that. Please.”
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That’s right! It’s almost here! Caress of the Wolf is releasing in just six weeks on April 9! I would love to hear what you think of this fabulous cover created by Harris Channing, so leave me a comment!
Caress of the Wolf (The Gray Pack 5) Blurb:
In a time of transition, only the strongest will thrive…
Whitney Gray is less than thrilled that her werewolf pack is hosting another packs Alpha battle. She figures the Diego wolves have done enough damage to the Gray wolves to last a lifetime, but when cousins Cadence and Mateo Diego step into her life she finds herself on a new and dangerous path.
Cadence and Mateo are determined to protect their birthright, and secure their place as the leaders of the Diego Pack. They didn’t anticipate finding their mate, and now they are protecting her and her family from a threat that ends up being way to close for comfort.
The newly mated trio begin planning for a life or death battle, and end up on a journey from betrayal to forgiveness, but when you’re battling the past, someone’s bound to get hurt.
Check back often for snippets, and more info about The Gray Pack as well as my other books! Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori
Capturing the moment is every authors goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph to inspire a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…
This months picture prompt
Use the prompt to write a 350 word scene.
Let your imagination go wild.
Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.
If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!
So, here is what the authors came up with this month….
The spicy sweet taste of man coated her tongue as she opened her mouth to his invasion. He dominated her senses and triggered something animalistic deep inside of her. Curling her fingers into the soft cotton of his t-shirt, Stephanie tugged, and blindly ran her hands over his torso. His skin skittered under her fingertips, satin covering steel muscles flexing and rippling as he shifted, bringing their bodies into alignment.
Hot need surged through her, when he lifted her and set her on the counter top in one sweeping motion. Arching her back she exposed her throat to him, pleased when he only paused long enough to jerk the shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. His ripped chest and abs were a feast for her eyes, and she heard herself whimper when he pressed himself against her hiding the view.
“Easy, beautiful. I’m barely keeping it together here.” He murmured, bringing his lips back up to hers for another sinfully sweet kiss. “Let me have this round, and I’ll let you have a turn in round two.”
Her pussy clenched and her nipples hardened. Did he even comprehend what he did to her with just his words? It was like spreading flames over dried grass. She was burning up from the inside out, desperate to get his cock deep inside of her and ease her ache.
She heard herself moan his name, but her focus was on the firm ridge of his cock where it pressed between her spread thighs. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips, exposing the pink satin of her panties. The only thing separating them besides his jeans, which were stretched to the breaking point over his erection.
Nick’s hands were behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bra when the first shrill of a phone echoed through the shop. They both froze and stared at each other in shock. Unquenched lust filled the air, but reality swamped them both as the phone continued to ring. With a shove, she pushed him away and ran for her phone.
Her voice faltered and her senses heightened, as the juke box ground to a halt. The silence really was deafening. Where was everyone? When she started counting the bar had been busy—not crowded—but busy enough to make this game sound like fun. Safety in numbers, and all that. Now, there was just this eerie silence, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.
“Relax, I won’t hurt you.”
The deep, male drawl wrapped itself around her senses, and her breathing sped up. Lord, that voice. Never before had she been this affected by a mere voice. Like molten chocolate it seduced her with its promise of sensual delight, and that delicious tinge of danger.
Gooseflesh broke out over her exposed back, when the man that sinful voice belonged to, stepped up behind her. His dry, cool scent surrounded her, and then long fingers wrapped themselves around hers and pulled her hands down and behind her back.
She ought to scream, to struggle, do something, she knew that, yet every fiber of her being just stood frozen, waiting for his next move. Cool air wafted across her neck and she bit back a moan, when the man licked along her rapidly beating pulse point.
The soft click sent her heartbeat into overdrive. This was it. Her stupid curiosity would mean it all ended here, in this seedy bar.
Cool hands stroked up and down her arms, and she gulped in huge lungfuls of air.
“You’re not ready for this, my sweet. Let me know when you are.”
With a blur of cold air, the world tilted, and the heat and smells of the bar once again surrounded her.
“Oh, you’re no fun. You didn’t even try to find us.” Her friends’ intoxicated voices brought her back to the here and now. “This place sucks. Let’s go somewhere else. What’s the matter with you? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost?”
She let herself be dragged out into the frigid air that carried his promise.
Soon, my sweet. I’ll find you…
“Trish, go ahead an open your eyes, but I’m warning you, as soon as you do, I’ll stop.” Eric’s deep voice rumbled in her ear low and seductive and as badly as she wanted to know what he’d do next, she wanted the sweet torment to continue even more.
The man was a magician with his hands and mouth and if this sensual onslaught continued she’d be ruined for all other men. And at this very moment she couldn’t make herself care.
“Please don’t stop. Please.” It was the first time in her life she’d begged a man for anything. If anyone would have heard her say those words a week ago they’d be waiting for the punch line or the end of the world. Today, with Eric’s hands on her she’d never felt more feminine and…alive.
“Love, I can keep you on edge for hours, even the entire night and I can think of no better playground for me to spend my time on than your curvy little body. Give me your hands.” His hands took possession of hers and he placed them over her eyes. “Don’t move them or we’re done playing.”
“Okay.” One word with a wealth of meaning.
The slightly rough pads of his fingertips rasped over that flesh of her belly sending tremors of electric need through her.
“Tell me what I want to hear.” His hands stopped at the button of her jeans and a single finger dipped below the denim to toy with the top of her panties. Her mind short-circuited and went blank. In an erotic paradox everything moved too fast and too slow at the same time.
“I—I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Are your eyes closed?”
“This is silly, Adrian.” Lita stood with her hands over her eyes.
“It’s fun,” he said. She heard him move around in front of her and opened her eyes. Between her fingers she could make out his shadow. “You’re cheating.”
Lowering her hands, she pouted. “It’s hard not to.”
“You don’t trust me.”
She sighed. “I do trust you, but-”
He placed a finger against her lips and her heart raced. “Hands behind your back instead, and get down on your knees so you don’t fall over.”
Lita did as she was asked. Adrian pulled her hands back and tied them together with something. “Adrian..”
“I don’t want you to cheat.” He placed a cloth over her eyes and secured it at the back of her head. “Can you see anything?”
“Not a damn thing. Happy?”
She got a chuckle in response and it made her insides flip around.
“Open up.” Lita opened her mouth and waited. A moment later, something soft and warm was placed in it.
Chewing slowly, Lita let the flavors coat her tongue, trying to identify what she was eating. Her best friend always had her test his new concoctions before putting them on the menu. The blindfold was a new twist on the taste test.
“It’s good. I like the cheese.”
“Great.” He held a glass to her lips and helped her take a sip. “Try this now.”
This morsel was juicy and sweet. A chocolate covered strawberry. “My favorite. This isn’t new.”
The glass touched her lips again, but this time instead of water, Adrian had given her champagne.
“Why the champagne?”
“Because I have something very special for you next.”
Lita waited, mouth open, heart pounding, stomach in knots. Adrian cupped her cheek with his hand, sending a shiver through her. And then he pressed his lips against hers. She whimpered in surprise and he stopped.
“Is this alright?” he asked.
“It’s perfect.” She melted into his embrace as he kissed her again, glad that she didn’t have to hide anymore.
“What’s wrong, Leah?” Robby asked. “You’re awful quiet.” His gruff laughter filled the dark air.
The club was now closed. They’d been the only volunteers to stay and clean up after a rather, rambunctious bachelorette party.
“Why are you doing this?” She sighed. He leaned into her, craving the feel of her hot breaths on his flesh. “You’re too young.” Her nervous laughter had his body twitching with excitement, only adding to the thrill. The notions that’d been ripening in his mind since Leah had been hired were now in full-blown color. Robby had noticed her quick sideward glances. Her urge had settled in his bones, taking root.
Leah’s skill at diverting her gaze, avoiding any type of interception from him had failed, Robby mused.
Sure, Leah was older, but that didn’t faze him. She was gorgeous, an art form he was determined to consume. She wanted it too, the vibe too acute to ignore. When it came to surfing that lustful wave Robby was never wrong with his interpretation of the tide.
He moved cautiously, feeling her heat waft against his chest. Leah tilted her head back. Glossy strands of blond hair grazed her back. Ideas began to run wild.
Robby combed his fingers through the silky strands, lightly brushing them to the side. He traced the curve of her neck. Leah trembled, leaning back against him. Her flesh burned into his, feeling like a hot sun penetrating pale flesh.
Robby whispered. “It’s all good.” He angled his head, lightly pressing his lips on the sensitive skin there. His tongue drew circles around the knitted bones of her vertebrae. His hand slowly wandered around her waist, sliding up her ribcage, settling below the swell of what he knew was a perfect breast.
“Jesus,” she hissed. Leah spun around, her lidded gaze heavy. Robby inhaled the fragrant breeze.
Taking her face in his hands, he steered her mouth to his.
Their lips fused. When he felt the tip of her warm, moist tongue mate with his he knew their kiss would lead them exactly to where they wanted to be.
Raoul quickly stripped his suit coat, shirt and tie off while listening to Veronica’s voice counting as fast as she could from five hundred down to zero. He loved playing their little games, it kept life interesting.
He stopped to admire the long line of her body in the elegant black ball gown. He loved the way it followed her curves and hugged her ass like a lovers caress. Her long golden curls hid the sweep of her spine that was revealed by the deep V back of the dress. He’d watched many men’s eyes follow her through the crowded ballroom tonight. Her laughter had tinkled in the air and the candlelight had glinted off her hair. She had outshone every woman there, both mortal and immortal.
But then, he thought, she always had. Realizing she was down to one hundred and fifty eight, he turned and ran out of the library and towards the stairs. If he were careful, he would let her catch him before too long had passed and he would be her willing slave for the night…..
“Us? There was never any us, Anna. It was just a fling.” Brad’s words echoed in her ears as she fled his office for the sanctuary of her own.
She was blinded by her tears, which was why she managed to crash into someone and then fall on her ass in the hall.
“Whoa. Are you okay?”
Oh, God. Gavin was here too. It wasn’t enough that she had just been humilated by one of her business partners, now the other one had to see the aftermath? What god had she pissed off today? All of them?
Gavin crouched down beside her, his blue eyes warm with concern and his blond hair falling into his eyes. Every time it happened her fingers itched to smooth it back for him. She’d just never had the courage to do it. “Fuck, Anna? What are you—what’s wrong?”
Gavin snarled something under his breath and before she could protest he had her in his arms and was striding toward his office. “What did he say to you to make you cry, baby?”
Did Gavin just call her baby? God, she must really look pathetic. “It doesn’t matter, it’s over now.”
“Good.” The door to his office slammed shut behind them.
“Why are we in your office? And why are you happy that he dumped me?”
He chuckled, his warm breath caressing her hair. “I’m glad you’re done with that son of a bitch, because that means you’re available. And we’re in my office because I don’t intend to let you stay that way for long.”
“What?” She turned her head up and her lips agrazed the side of his mouth. God, when had he moved that close?
“Two years. I stayed away because we were partners and I told myself it wouldn’t be right. Then you were with Brad, and I knew I’d screwed up. I’m not losing you again.”
His mouth claimed hers in a toe-curling kiss and she twined her arms around his neck, holidng him tight.
She wasn’t going to screw this up either.
Emily stood outside by the lake. Her friend Mandy told her to cover her eyes and wait for her birthday surprise. She wished her friends had not insisted on throwing her a party for her birthday. It was just another day to her but her friends said that the big 3 … 0, was not something to ignore. But that was what she wanted to do more than anything … ignore it.
She was 30 years old and what did she have to show for it? She wasn’t married, didn’t have any children. She had a college degree in the Arts but never followed her dream of opening her own art gallery. She was still working as a secretary for her attractive boss Jamison at the same company she had worked at for the last five years.
Her friends were all married with kids. Their common goal now was to try to fix her life by setting her up with an endless number of blind dates. She wasn’t into any of them because none of the guys compared to her ex-boyfriend Luke.
She met Luke when she was in college. He was a new recruit at the nearby Army base. A couple of years into the relationship and they were head over heels in love. She thought they would marry and start a family. But it never happened.
Emily felt her heart ache at the memory of what had happened to her and Luke. Luke began to pull away from their relationship. He became irrational claiming that her boss lusted for her. Luke allowed his fears to push her away. They fought about it and finally broke up.
A few months after their breakup Luke begged her to forgive him. She said that she would think about it. But then fate had stepped in and he was shipped off over seas to serve in the army. She had gotten a couple of letters from him, but then they just stopped. God she missed him.
“Happy Birthday beautiful.” A man’s voice said from behind her.
She turned and her heart leaped. Luke.
“Dammit Josh,” Molly groaned as he flicked a strip of leather over her ass. “Last time we played like this you had me naked doing hide and seek all over The Moss. What with midges and eager hunters it so wasn’t good.”
She could hear the humor in his voice even as her pussy quivered to the dominance that laced it.
“And your problem is?”
“Well, last time we did anything like this, we played Hide and Seek, and I ended up bound gagged and over a branch in the forest, and I couldn’t sit down for a week.” she shuddered, not only with the thought of pain. “It was…well different to say the least. This time? Well I’d like to experience something different.”
That was the problem. She had no idea. Except she was sure she and Josh had more to explore. Even if it ended up not to be her perfect ideal of a relationship, well she had to discover the outcome.
“So, pet, you trust me?”
The casual use of the word pet, made her wet. There was no contest, of course she would. The question surprised her.
“Of course, Sir.”
He nodded, pleased at her reply. “Assume the position.”
That confused her. What position? Josh and she had always had a fluid arrangement. If she fancied it she did, if not she said so in no uncertain terms.
This time it was different. Josh had met her from work…not normal. Demanded she let him talk…also not normal. Then, as she was about to freak he asked her one simple question. “Do you like me telling you what to do?”
The only answer was yes. With a proviso. “If it’s safe, sane, and consensual for both of us. Yes.”
“Then, my sweet. Cover your eyes. And wait.”
Her heart beat the proverbial twenty to the dozen. Her skin tingled, and her scalp felt like one hundred spiders played the Super bowl on it.
“Molly my love. Will you be mine? Collared sub, wife, the light of my life?”
What could she say?
Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section. We’ll be back March 31st with another one!
As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori
Watching someone die
I know what it’s like to watch someone die.
To watch the blood seep from their body,
Stain the floor beneath their flesh,
With the essence of their soul.
I know what it’s like to watch someone die.
To see the shock in their eyes
As the flame of life is blown out.
I know what it’s like to watch someone die.
To hear the gasp of their breath,
As it stops in their lungs
And then escapes on angel wings.
I know what it’s like to watch someone die.
To feel the pain of regret,
The ache of guilt,
The knowledge of helplessness.
I know what it’s like to watch someone die.
I just wish I didn’t.
Dedicated to a high-school friend who committed suicide.