Claudia D. Christian

Love Unfortunate Ebook & Kindle Release

Estimated reading time: 3 – 4 minutes

A murder of crows flew by, startling Liana out of miserable turmoil. Their raucous chatter warned of what her raw core already knew. Liana’s moans ceased abruptly and the tears ran dry. She eyed the lone window. Terrible longing stained her vivid green irises. Night was coming.

So was Laurent.

I’m very happy to announce the release of my short story “Love Unfortunate” in PDF and Amazon Kindle formats. This piece is the inspiration for my current WIP novel tentatively titled, “Sleeping Poison.” Keeping in vein with all my work, it is dark, angsty, morally ambiguous, and meant to be read with an open mind.

EXCERPT

Night descended and the air turned cold. Sounds of castle life ceased, leaving Liana completely alone. Sprawled on her back, legs open with wanton need, she felt her world shrink. It became a void where sadness, regret, and misery retreated.

Soon.

Liana’s limbs trembled with manic anticipation. She wondered at what familiar torments Laurent would devise for their mutual pleasure.

Restraints? Asphyxiation? Gentle, normal lovemaking?

Liana didn’t have to wonder for long. First came the scrape of metal. Inanimate groans spiced the air before footsteps whispered across cold stone. Liana grimaced in a travesty of excitement as the cloying smell of scented water hit her overwrought senses.

“I’ve missed you.” Cool hands lifted Liana from the bed. “Have you missed me too?”

She linked her arms around his neck, too anxious to do more than murmur, “Yes, Laurent.”

“Good.” A gentle kiss brushed across her damp temple. Laurent’s tongue snaked out in a delicate caress. “You’ve been crying,” he accused while setting her on her feet.

“Yes.” The air grew heavy, stretching Liana’s nerves unmercifully. She rubbed her cheek against his chest. Liana felt his hands rake across her back and trembled like prey.

Laurent’s whisper fell like decaying petals before the wind. “There’ll be time for tears later.” Despite the softness, his tone brooked no room for disobedience. “Not now.”

“I know.” Nestled against his cold body, she felt her own come to life. Heat seared her naked breasts and stickiness dampened her plump thighs.

“Later. Yes?”

Laurent’s voice tickled her ear and the dulcet tones became a carnal torture in itself. “Later, Laurent.”