10 Authors test their creativity! November Picture Capture-Flash Fiction Event!
Have you ever seen a photo, that just took your breath away, and sent your imagination running? That’s the goal of Picture Capturing. I want your imagination to take you away. Here is how it works….
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….
“I’m not sure what you want from me anymore.”
“I want the same thing I’ve always wanted, Nick. I want us to be happy. If loving Lance makes us both happy, then why is it so wrong?” Jena reached one arm out towards the shadow of the bedroom door.
Nick followed the length of her arm with his eyes and he physically flinched when he spotted his best friend in the slumped against the wall in the corner. Lance’s face was blank, but the gray pallor of his skin gave away his anxiety over this confrontation. Shaking his head, he met Lance’s eyes, “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you that. I know you both want me to say this is okay, and that it will all work out, but I refuse to lie to myself or you. This is the real world. In the real world people don’t have more than one partner, and men don’t fuck their best friends.”
“Nicky—” One word, whispered in the gruff growl that unnerved Nick so much.
“No. If you two make each other happy, then I’m happy for you. I will gracefully step aside.”
Jena launched herself out of her chair and into his arms. Burning pain coursed through his body as he swallowed back tears. “Nick, I love you! I won’t lose you!”
Clenching his eyes shut against the pain, he felt more than heard Lance move closer. “Don’t you see, Jena? We’ve already lost him. The moment he realized that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, he shut down. Isn’t that right Nick?”
“Don’t do this, Lance.”
“Don’t do what? Force you to admit that you love me? Or remind you that you let me fuck you and you loved it?” Lance’s temper was in full gear, and Nick braced himself as his best childhood friend moved close enough to whisper in his ear. “Go ahead, lie to yourself, but I won’t lie for you.”
Samuel Wyatt hated his job on some days. On other days he loved it. Today was one of those days he hated. He thought he would have an easy job as a bodyguard for an beautiful American singer traveling through Europe on tour What he hadn’t counted on were two things, her crazy almost psychotic fans, and his growing attraction for the mysterious singer.
Laurie Mack was a blues singer with a problem, a big one. She agreed to do a European tour but didn’t realize that she would get a stalker, one threatening to end her life. Her manager hired a bodyguard without her agreement. When she argued that she didn’t need one, she was given two options. She could either end the tour early and head home or allow the bodyguard to tag along everywhere she went to ensure her safety? She had to continue the tour, her fans were counting on her.
So here she was, touring some of the most romantic spots in Europe with a hot, hunky bodyguard trailing her every move. If he wasn’t getting paid to shadow her she wouldn’t mind flirting with him a little, maybe go out for dinner and dancing. The man had the most amazing eyes, eyes she could write a song about. Unfortunately, he didn’t look at her unless a fan was nearby. But there were moments, when their bodies got close that she could feel a vibe between the two of them. Maybe it was one-sided. That sucked.
She put all her energy into writing the next song on her new album. She needed three more before the album would be complete. She sat in the chair pulled in front on a piano. She stroked the keys. But nothing came to her mind. She was blocked.
“Problems?” His deep voice rumbled across the room.
“I can’t get the words right. I’m blocked.”
He moved closer to squat down next to her. “Can I help unblock you?”
“What?” Her words were lost as his lips claimed hers in a smoldering, life-altering kiss.
It had been a long and lonely decade since he’d last been able to take corporal form. The man staring back at him from the reflection in the window seemed a stranger to him. Gone was the youth he had been. His body had filled out in more ways than one. The woman’s scent wrapped itself around him like a seductive promise and he hardened in his pants.
God, how he wanted her. There was more than carnal lust at play here. Something about the forlorn expression on her face held him back. It would be a matter of seconds to cross the room, sink his fangs into her flesh and take in her life essence in the hope that this was the one that would break the cruel spell. He couldn’t bring himself to tarnish her, however.
The papers had been full of the gruesome killing spree ten years ago. Already there had been the usual hype, the worry that the serial killer would strike again. A copycat had struck only last week. Jonathan had smiled grimly when he’d taken control of the man’s knife and had turned it on the scum himself. Too bad for that human asshole that his mind powers came back a lot sooner than his body did.
Her soft gasp pulled him out his grim thoughts and adrenaline flooded his system. His muscles coiled and his fangs dropped, ready to silence the woman that had drawn him here.
“It’s you,” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
There he was again. She’d seen him every Friday night for the past month. Each night at the old tavern he stood in the same corner and watched her. Her head told her she should be wary, but her curiosity wasn’t listening.
It was near closing time and things had finally slowed enough to allow her a few minutes to rest her aching feet. She sat in one of the old chairs and slipped her heels off. They made for good tips, but damn, did her feet hate her at the end of the night. Just thirty more minutes and she could close down for the night.
She closed her eyes as and rested her head on the back of the chair as the band started playing one of her favorite songs. It was a slow, sexy number that always made her ache with longing.
“May I have this dance?” Her eyes popped open at the low sinful rumble and stared into the deep, dark chocolate eyes of her watcher. And wow, he was even more intriguing up close than he had been from afar.
Dark hair, dark eyes and a voice that stirred decadent images waited for her. He gave her some space, which she appreciated after having so many inebriated men crowd her all night and held out a hand patiently.
Before her mind had made up its mind, her body answered his question. She placed her hand in his and stood. She went to slip back into her shoes.
“Don’t bother. If they hurt your feet, go without for a bit.”
Why wouldn’t her mouth work? She should decline his invitation, but couldn’t make herself. She should put her shoes on and get back to work, but here she was allowing him to pull her onto the battered dance floor and into his arms.
Had he pulled her against him or had she been the one to move into him? At this moment, she couldn’t make herself care. It just felt too…right.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Lissa. What’s yours?”
“Chris, but you can call me yours.”
She sat down on the chair and turned away from him unable to look at him after the confession he made. He followed her in the room and she knew he would.
“Ally I’m sorry I drank way too much.” He said as a weak form of an apology.
“You cheated on me Rick.” She returned not yelling but not exactly calm either.
“It meant nothing.” He returned.
“Go to hell.” She said quietly. She was upset but she knew she deserved better.
“You haven’t been exactly around either Ally,” He returned trying to justify his actions even though he knew it was impossible, he hated himself just as bad as she did for what he had done to her. “I never see you anymore, you’re always asleep when I get home and you never want to go anywhere with me.” He added.
“Well maybe if you wanted to go somewhere besides a bar once in a while I would.” She finally raised her voice a little.
“You used to like going to the bar with me, when did that change?”
“When you got me pregnant!” She yelled.
He froze and leant up against the wall. “You never told me you were pregnant Ally why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned.
“I was going to and then you told me that you slept with one of the whore waitresses at the bar we used to go to all the time.” She returned.
“If you would have told me sooner that might not have happened.” He returned trying to pin the whole thing on her.
“I didn’t find out until a few days ago.” She answered.
“Well what do we do now?” He questioned.
“You leave, I’ll deal with it on my own.” She said as she stood up from the chair she sat on.
“I’m not letting you raise a child on your own.” He returned.
“So what I’ll be raising two instead?” She returned.
He walked up to her angrily, he wanted to yell at her, tell her what a bitch she was being, but he turned and left.
She watched as Ronan straightened and turned in her direction. His eyes caught fire as he walked towards her, unbuttoning his purple flannel shirt. His muscular chest had a smattering of dark hair that narrowed before disappearing under his jeans. Elaina felt her wolf scratching to be let out, but ruthlessly kept control. She hadn’t escaped Russia only to be claimed by the most arrogant Alpha she’d had the displeasure to meet.
Ronan leaned over her, bracing himself on the back of her chair as he ran his nose down her hair and onto her neck. She refused to be intimidated by his proximity, even though her inner wolf was rolling into the submissive position just because of his scent. The deep timber of his voice vibrated through her being as he spoke.
“When are you going to quit fighting it and admit you are my mate?”
“When are you going to admit I’m too much female for you?”
“Please honey, don’t be upset with me. I assure you that Antonio means well. He’s just trying to find himself still after all his girlfriend did just leave him. His wounds need to heal before we try to throw him into a ménage with us.” Marcus said as he walked over to where she was sitting in the chair. Sophie was still pouting and he knew that she had always carried strong feeling for his best friend, Antonio. Antonio had just left their apartment, claiming that he wasn’t feeling well after Marcus had approached him about their invitation to join them in their bed. He knew that Sophie had always held a torch for his friend and she would expect more from the relationship, when Antonio did join them in their bed.
Sophie sighed, “I know, Marcus. You know how much I have been waiting for the moment Antonio finally broke up with that sniveling, whiny woman he has wasted his time on all those months. She was never good enough for him.”
Marcus raised her body from the chair and held her against his tall, muscular frame. Sophie was the perfect woman for him. She was everything and more. No woman would ever capture his heart the way Sophie did. He remembered the first time he introduced Antonio to her. Marcus could tell there was an equal attraction they both felt by the way Sophie and Antonio looked at one another when they thought they were being sneaky. Now he just needed to come up with a seduction plan to get them all into bed.
“Honey, do you still have that sexy little black dress and killer heels you wore for me on out first date?”
Sophie’s eyes sparkled in mischief, “I like the way you think, Marcus. Will there be a need for the bondage tape as well the night I get to seduce Antonio, my love?”
“Oh yeah, honey, most definitely!”
Waiting was always the hardest part.
Having to wait in the same room with Evie was all the harder. Jonas had always had a thing for her, ever since the first day of high school, back when he’d been nothing but a bag of bones and awkward movements. Even then she’d been a goddess, in his eyes and the eyes of the entire football team.
She was running her fingers through her hair again, making him want them in his hair instead. The long brown strands sifted through her long, elegant fingers. Fingers he’d often fantasized about running over his body and stroking him.
Shit! Not the time for that part of his anatomy to make it’s presence known. Shifting against the wall he crossed his ankles and stuffed a hand into his pocket. Maybe, if no one looked too closely, they wouldn’t notice the tenting of his slacks.
Sliding his free hand through the short black strands of his hair he looked toward the door again. Still no sign of them, god the wait was killer.
His eyes jerked back to her, she was shifting in her seat, the already short length of her dress riding up on the silky golden length of her thighs. Such long legs, perfectly muscled and so perfect for winding around his waist as he… Fuck!
Shooting his gaze to the ceiling Jonas blew out a breath. He was never going to survive at the rate he was going. Shoving his hand through his hair again he pushed from the wall and paced around behind her, hopefully out of her sight.
Not working though, she shot him a look from under her thick lashes. Sultry, heated and he so wanted to be reading that need in her gaze right.
Movement at the door and his brother raced in. “It’s a girl! You have a niece!” he shouted.
A quick round of hugs and he was face to face with her. With Evie. Not a word was said between them. He just reached out as she did the same and their fingers linked together, perfectly.
The performance ended the way it always did, as lovers divided. Every time it was harder to turn away, every night Carmen’s dreams were filled with thoughts of what might happen if she stayed in his arms.
The performance was about destructive love, bittersweet passion and the heartache that comes when love dies. Alejandro set her body aflame with every touch, and their chemistry together had made the show a success, but that’s all it was, a show. There was nothing between them save when they were onstage. And so her heart broke every night as the lights went down and he walked away from her without a word. She wanted it to be real.
Tonight was their last performance. The last time his body would move with hers, the last time his touch would bring her to the brink of control. It would be an end to the torment, and it terrified her. Alejandro was the best partner she had ever had, challenging her skills and demanding perfection. His touch seared her skin, but the idea of dancing without him filled her soul with ice.
One last dance was all they had, and Cara threw herself into the performance. The warmth of the lights was nothing compared to the heat that flowed between them with every step and glance. It was sex on stage, the two of them alone in the spotlight.
The end came too quickly, and Cara braced herself for the icy emptiness to come. Just like the character she portrayed, her heart was breaking as she flung herself away from him for the last time.
Only he didn’t let her go.
She didn’t understand. She moved away again, but Alejandro followed her, keeping her body trapped against his.
“I’m not letting go, querida, ever.” His words were a catalyst, setting her entire world ablaze.
“Then this dance will never end.”
“I tried to deny this, but I can’t. I want to dance with you forever.”
This performance ended differently than the others. It ended with a kiss.
“You aren’t going anywhere, so sit your ass down, sweetheart.”
Maria stared at Alex with incredulous eyes. She wanted to slap that smug smile off his handsome face. It made her want to kill him.
“You can’t just keep me here like this,” Maria all but snarled at him. She knew that wasn’t true as soon as she said it. Alex Vega was a man who could do anything he wanted. Tall and powerfully built, Alex was a predator, with dark hair and devils eyes to match. He was a real man amongst a world of lesser males. When he spoke, people listened. When he commanded, people obeyed.
Except for her.
Trying to control her temper, Maria took a deep breath. “Listen, I don’t know what my father did, but—”
That had him pushing off the wall where he had been causally leaning, his eyes icy with fury. He stalked toward her with animal grace, his fists clenched at his sides. Unable to help herself, Maria took a step back and her ass landed in the chair behind her. Her heart pounded rapidly within her chest, but not just from fright. Looking at Alex always made her pulse skitter out of control. It also got her panties wet.
Damn him for making her want him so much.
He didn’t stop until he was leaning over her, his strong hands braced on the arm rests. “This has nothing to do with your father. Don’t look at me like that, querida. You know I would never hurt you. I may be a dangerous man, but never to you.”
“Then let me go,” she said softly.
“No. Your father has made some powerful enemies that wouldn’t hesitate to use you against him, but very few people are stupid enough to challenge me. No one takes what belongs to me, and you are mine.”
She leaned forward so their lips were almost touching. “Prove it.”
“There’s no point anymore.”
She turned her back to him. He was presented with a fine straight spine and a teasing hint of leg as she draped herself over the chair.
Josh leaned against the wall and studied her. Why did even that hint of vulnerability get to him so much? Why do I think everything is going pear shaped?
“Why not?’ It was hard talking to a rigid back and not watching her expression. Nancy talked with her eyes, and not being able to gauge her emotions made things very difficult.
“Honey, a shrug tells me nothing. Talk to me.” He hated the pleading note in his voice, but then wasn’t that what he was doing? And would continue to do so if it meant she retracted those four words.
The silence lasted so long he thought she was going to ignore him. Then she spoke so softly he had to lean forward to hear her.
“You’ll tell me to go when I tell you. So I might as well say it first. It’s over.”
“Why?” How he kept his voice even was a miracle. “I’d never say that. I want us to grow old and grey together. Nancy and Josh, together forever. As in wedded and bedded. Not the way I expected to propose but…”
“Nancy, Josh and children.”
He blinked. “Run that passed me again.”
“I’m pregnant. So it would be Nancy, Josh and children. We’ve never
“Well we’ve never discussed marriage either, but I’ve just proposed. And well, I like the sound of and children.”
Would she listen? Would she agree? How on earth could he make her understand that children with Nancy would be the icing on the cake?
“Really?” Was there a note of happiness in there?
“Really,” Josh said. “As in yes please, let’s do it, and whenever you want. Before I rub your back, let you squeeze my hand until it’s numb and we argue over names. I like Percy and Prudence myself.”
She turned and rolled her eyes at him.
“Then yes, please, soon and definitely not.”
He could go with that.
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 January 31st with another one! As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori