Release Day!
Nov. 15th, 2010 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmerriamShould We Drown in Feathered Sleep is for sale!
It can be purchased at Carina Press, Amazon, and B&N
If I said I was excited, it would be an understatement.
She nestled against him, head on his chest, listening to his heart slow and return to normal. Hidden as they were from the campground, away from the press of people and the eyes of family, Grace allowed herself to relax. The smell of sweat, sex and campfire smoke filled her nose, smells she associated with her rare times with David. She reached out and ran her fingers through the thin, dark hair on his chest.
“Come with us,” he whispered. “There’s nothing for you here, Grace. These people, they—”
“They’re still my family. And somehow, I doubt I’d make a good trader’s wife.” She frowned against his chest. It was an old argument. “I can’t even cook, you know.”
“I need you,” he said. His hand began to stray across her arm, over her shoulder and down her side.
“Do you love me?”
“I—you make me feel alive, Grace.”
She pushed up, forcing him to release his embrace. She peered down at his open, earnest face, illuminated by the full moon shining into the tent through the open flap. “I am not your magical pixie dream girl, David. I’m not here to make you complete, to help you forget your own unhappiness or to fill your lonely hours.”
“Grace—”
She sat up, pushing with one arm while scooting her useless legs off his. Pulling one of the blankets they had used to make a small nest from the pile, she draped it over her bare skin. Grace looked down at David, his exposed body damp from their exertions and pale in the dim light shining into the tent through the open flap.
“I am fond of you, David. I love these times we have together. It’s one of the high points of my life.” She gave him a sly smile. “And the sex is pretty damned good.”
“We could have these times together for the rest of our lives,” he said.
Grace shook her head. “No. It’s a lovely dream, but it’s not real. I would suck at the trader’s life. I hardly have any way to pull my weight with my family. What would I do for yours? I sew, knit and mend to help my family and neighbors. I make little trinkets and necklaces to swap with your family and other traders. I’m barely useful in a world I understand.”
It can be purchased at Carina Press, Amazon, and B&N
If I said I was excited, it would be an understatement.
She nestled against him, head on his chest, listening to his heart slow and return to normal. Hidden as they were from the campground, away from the press of people and the eyes of family, Grace allowed herself to relax. The smell of sweat, sex and campfire smoke filled her nose, smells she associated with her rare times with David. She reached out and ran her fingers through the thin, dark hair on his chest.
“Come with us,” he whispered. “There’s nothing for you here, Grace. These people, they—”
“They’re still my family. And somehow, I doubt I’d make a good trader’s wife.” She frowned against his chest. It was an old argument. “I can’t even cook, you know.”
“I need you,” he said. His hand began to stray across her arm, over her shoulder and down her side.
“Do you love me?”
“I—you make me feel alive, Grace.”
She pushed up, forcing him to release his embrace. She peered down at his open, earnest face, illuminated by the full moon shining into the tent through the open flap. “I am not your magical pixie dream girl, David. I’m not here to make you complete, to help you forget your own unhappiness or to fill your lonely hours.”
“Grace—”
She sat up, pushing with one arm while scooting her useless legs off his. Pulling one of the blankets they had used to make a small nest from the pile, she draped it over her bare skin. Grace looked down at David, his exposed body damp from their exertions and pale in the dim light shining into the tent through the open flap.
“I am fond of you, David. I love these times we have together. It’s one of the high points of my life.” She gave him a sly smile. “And the sex is pretty damned good.”
“We could have these times together for the rest of our lives,” he said.
Grace shook her head. “No. It’s a lovely dream, but it’s not real. I would suck at the trader’s life. I hardly have any way to pull my weight with my family. What would I do for yours? I sew, knit and mend to help my family and neighbors. I make little trinkets and necklaces to swap with your family and other traders. I’m barely useful in a world I understand.”
