Categotry Archives: Romance writing
Suzie’s House 39 : Good Intentions
Remember how Miranda went stomping upstairs after Vin fell asleep on the couch while she poured out her heart to him? That was the same night Ben walked home from his father’s house. We now return to Miranda shortly after she went upstairs. Yes, it was a busy night. Miranda pulled a nightgown over her head, then adjusted the layers of filmy fabric and demure lace to hang straight from low cut bodice to her bare toes. She opened […]
Suzie’s House 36: Mata Hari
“Yeah, but yours is redder,” Christina, mouthed to herself. How stupid could she get? As if how red his hair was mattered to anyone. It was probably the lamest line she’d tried on him yet, and she’d tried some doozies. What did it get her? He couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Christina took a sip of beer, winced, and set it on the old Formica tabletop. She didn’t even like beer, and certainly not in a dive like […]
Suzie’s House 34: Lost Boy
Previously, in Suzie’s House: After having fought their attraction to one another, Drew and Suzie were finally overcoming the barriers between them when Ben, Suzie’s son, came home. Ben was supposed to stay with his father, from whom he is estranged. Ben walked out when he couldn’t get his father to listen to him. “Mom?” Ben tapped on the door to his mother’s office. Funny, she hardly ever closed it. He tried the knob, but it wouldn’t turn. The door […]
Suzie’s House 33 : Suzie and Drew Sitting in a Tree
Suzie’s head spun. She couldn’t get enough air, probably because she kept forgetting to breathe. If Drew didn’t stop kissing her, she was going to pass out. Of course he wasn’t going to stop kissing her. The way he was slanting his mouth across hers, his tongue toying with her, she was pretty sure he didn’t want to stop any more than she did. She was doomed. She reached up and threaded her fingers into his hair. It was short […]
Suzie’s House 31: A Sympathetic Ear
“Dad? Can I talk to you?” Ben sat on one of the old aluminum-tube kitchen chairs and braced his arms on the top of the cracked-linoleum kitchen table. His father liked to joke about all his furniture being OTC – Off The Curb. Ben didn’t think it was so funny. He didn’t really want to have this conversation with his father. He wanted it with his mother. Apparently he wasn’t going to get a chance since Dad wouldn’t let him […]
Suzie at the Crossroads
Every so often I come to a point where I could easily take the Suzie’s House story in a couple of different directions. I am at such a point right now. About a month ago Ash asked for a love scene. I promised to deliver one as quickly as I could arrange it. I believe she was looking for something between Miranda and Vin, but it turns out the first opportunity for one is between Suzie and Drew. Because my […]
Suzie’s House 30: The Confessional
Suzie looked so sweet even as she pulled her lower lip in between her teeth and wrinkled her brow in concern. She wore her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her thin arms crossed in front of her as if she were cold though it must be nearly 80 in the room. She looked small and fragile to him. Drew put his arm across the back of the love seat, using it to turn himself toward her. He wasn’t making […]
Suzie’s House 29: Guilting the Lilly
Suzie leaned forward, her elbows resting on the top of her desk and her face resting in her hands. She heaved a sigh. Everything she had done today she had done poorly. Making mistakes didn’t really bother her. Not that much, anyway. But dishonorable mistakes haunted Suzie with guilt and regret. Today she’d made a ton of them. Taking the recipe file from Miranda might qualify. But Suzie wasn’t about to remove it from the locked drawer in her desk […]
Suzie’s House 27: The Taste of Defeat
“Cloves?” Suzie tried not to sound strangled, but her throat closed down over the taste of spaghetti sauce with enough cloves to coat a ham roast. A large one. The flavor of cloves, tomato, and hamburger shouldn’t have been so devastating, but every part of her from tongue to toe revolted against the sweet, numbing peculiarity of it. “Couldn’t you find the garlic?” Vin’s jaw closed with an audible clack. He looked like he couldn’t decide if he should laugh, […]
