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DARK
REFLECTIONS
By Candace
Lucas
In
her mind, his scent evoked the image of one of her rose bushes, the one that
produced a sweet, spicy aroma like hot cinnamon.
”Now
then, don’t think,” she whispered. “Just feel. Imagine the soil is whispering
to you, telling you about the plants it has nurtured in the past.”
She
wrapped her fingers over his; slowly kneading the broad expanse of his hand,
stroking up and down the bones on the back of his hand, ruffling the light
dusting of hair on the back of his knuckles.
“Now
take a deep breath and smell the richness of that nurturing.” She softened her
touch until her kneading became a slow caress, the pads of her fingers lightly
touching, stroking every dip and ridge, delving into the hills and valleys of
his hand.
His
skin warmed, growing hotter and hotter, until it felt as his hand was over the
open flame of a taper. Under her touch, heat radiated through James’s hand,
traveled up his arm and spread across his chest. An eddy of warmth settled in
his mind, swirling lazily, the color of soft peaches, and spicy, like cinnamon
roses.
He
gasped. “Cinnamon. I smell cinnamon.” His eyes flew open and he stared at her.
Her eyes were still closed, and a lazy smile tilted the corners of her mouth.
Unable
to stop himself, he pressed his nose against her neck and inhaled. But she
smelled only of moist soil and warm woman.#
Candace Lucas started writing at nine years old, a historical with
herself as the heroine. She now writes stories about other heroines with a
humorous slant. She loves not-so-perfect
heroes, quirky heroines and secondary characters that you would like to disown
if they are relatives but unfortunately are stuck with. She lives in New
York City, a city rich in history, weird residents and fantastic neighborhoods,
a treasure trove to draw upon when writing.
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