You Don’t Want My Type of Love

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  • August 19, 2015
  • I stop sucking on her nipple and look up. She’s spent. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly ajar, and her breathing is quieting. She doesn’t look like a beast on a war path anymore, only beautiful, like the night we met. It reminds me of why I was attracted to her in the […]

    I stop sucking on her nipple and look up. She’s spent. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly ajar, and her breathing is quieting. She doesn’t look like a beast on a war path anymore, only beautiful, like the night we met. It reminds me of why I was attracted to her in the first place, why I let her take me home with her, and why I allowed myself to delve into something…different. I know it was my frustration with Erik and the alcohol to an extent, and I know I blamed it on that the next day, but there was also something about her. She was the yin to my yang and I’d only ever felt that once before.

    Remembering the camera in the drawer of the end table, I reach for the latch and open it quietly, not wanting to wake her. The camera is still there, but all the receipts have been removed…it’s not important right now.

    I focus the zoom on the perfect arch of her one eyebrow and click the shutter button. Flecks of mascara have amassed under each eye and I document this next because it gives the impression of a woman who’s worked too hard to notice. The lens moves down to the dark mole near her rib cage, and every time the aperture opens and closes, I’ve caught another detail of the woman preoccupying my mind.

    If only things hadn’t gotten so ugly and complicated, and so quickly. I turn on the lamp to get a softer hue. After testing the focus about an arm’s length from where she lies, I slide back down next to her, nuzzling my face into her neck and inhaling her musty scent. Maybe she could’ve been my…I scold myself for so quickly losing sight of my mission. I’m supposed to make her fall in love with me, not the other way around.

    I run my fingers along the black lace of her bra and untwist one of the straps. I lift the camera back to where I tested the focus. Pictures begin to snap of two women in bed. Their eyes are closed. Maybe they’re sleeping, or maybe they’re enjoying a brief moment that’s out of the ordinary for both of them. They could be a couple, strictly lovers, or considering a change to the status quo.

    The camera lets out a mechanical whirl, signaling the film’s end. I lower the camera, enjoying the stillness of the moment, listening to our shallow breaths syncopate in an irregular pattern.

    “Impressive.” She yawns and stretches. “Not many people can use that piece so deftly.”

    Her voice startles me. I thought she was in a deep sleep. “Something I picked up.”

    She adjusts the underwear that’s been moved out of place and rolls to her side. Her fingers float up the side of my face and whisk the long bangs of my wig out of my eyes, carefully removing the bobby pins before sliding the entire piece off my head. “You don’t have to change a thing for me, Angie.”

    I place the camera on the bed. “I know.”

    She unbuttons the tight latex of my vest and my breasts spill out in relief. “We can develop it tomorrow.”

    My chest heaves in anticipation. “I’d like that.”

    A knowing smile curls on her face as she unzips my bottoms and peels them off. “I’d like to see what it is about me that inspired you to embrace a different destiny.”

    The cool air hits my thighs. “As if you don’t already know.”

    I reach up for her, grasping the back of her neck, biting at her shoulder, wanting to pull her in. My body in another frenzy, needing to feel her skin against my skin. If only we could completely absorb one another…

    She shifts back. “You’re trying to make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?”

    “What? No, I mean, I—”

    Her throat clears as she rolls away from me. “You don’t want my type of love.”

    “That’s not true. Why would you say that?” I reach for her but she stops me. “Love is for strangers and fools, and you and I are neither.” She sits up. “I need to cool off. It’s been another long, hot day at the office.”

    The muscles of her back flex as she fluffs out her hair.

    I watch her leisurely stroll to the bathroom before laying my head back down, not willing to accept that she doesn’t want what I thought she did all along.

    Copyright 2015 by S.L. Hannah

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    You Want To Stay

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  • August 10, 2015
  • A few strides in, I feel her tackle my feet. I topple forward, and as my hands try to brace the fall, the key and chain slide out. She pins me, and I try to wrestle out from under her. My hand almost reaches the key again, but her frame is longer, and before long […]

    A few strides in, I feel her tackle my feet. I topple forward, and as my hands try to brace the fall, the key and chain slide out.

    She pins me, and I try to wrestle out from under her. My hand almost reaches the key again, but her frame is longer, and before long she’s used the leverage of her wingspan to flip me over, kick my legs open, and pin my hands above my head.

    “We can do this the easy way, Angie,” I hear her grunt into my ear, “or we can do this the hard way.” She pinches my wrists together.

    “I don’t want to do anything with you,” I cry out, feeling fragile beneath her. “I just want to go home!”

    Her hips grind heavily into my pelvis as she fumbles at her suit pocket with her free hand.

    She whips out her cell phone near my face. “Isn’t your boyfriend’s phone number 310-386-3988?”

    I freeze.

    “That’s what I thought,” she says, her thumb now scrolling the screen of her phone. “You rocked my world last night. Can’t wait to feel your cock inside me again,” she reads from her phone. “You’re addictive.”

    The sharp exhales through my teeth slow, as a mass of devastation expands in my throat, nearly choking me.

    “I’m about to blow a load thinking about you. I’m dripping right now—Erik.” She lays a heavy accent on his name. “Do you really need to hear any more of this sexting, because it does go on, and on, or are you ready to accept that a little time apart from your cheating boyfriend might do you some good?”

    I thrust upwards, trying to buck her off me. “I don’t believe you! You’re making it up just to keep me here.”

    Her chest sinks into mine, making it hard to breathe. “You came home with me for a reason, Angie. You wanted to learn something about yourself. I don’t have to make up some exorbitant lie to make you stay. You want to stay.” She loosens her grip around my wrists. “You know that craving you felt, and the anticipation, and then when I finally touched you…” Her fingers drag slowly down my arms and sides. “And let you unleash…” She grabs firmly onto my hips. “You know that was just the tip of the iceberg and there’s so much more for us to explore.”

    Flashes of the last forty-eight hours replay in my mind. Watching her dance, the thrill of letting loose with her, the incredible orgasm. But then she tied me to her bed, and those prophetic photos, and the taser…

    “You drugged me. And hurt me—”

    “How do you think we learn about ourselves, Angie? By being comfortable and not pushing our boundaries? By always feeling safe?” Her lips pause at my chin and the smell of coffee is heavy on her breath. “You want to go home? Believe his excuses and go back to status quo? That’s always going to be there for you. But this, and me…if you walk away now, you may regret it forever. What’s a couple more days?”

    I go limp under her. My emotions completely torn. How can I trust a woman who has threatened my life? And yet there’s truth in her words.

    “Whose phone is that?” I ask meekly.

    She rolls off me and sits up on her knees, after grabbing the key from the floor. “Don’t worry—I’m not fucking your boyfriend. I’ve got a friend on the inside who traced his number and forwarded me all his text messages over the last few weeks. After you confided he’d been acting strange.”

    The tone in her voice makes me feel almost guilty for doubting her motives as anything but good—even though I know that’s ridiculous. Her “friend” is probably the hacker she bailed out.

    She offers me her hand. “I’m looking out for you,” she says, as if it’s something obvious I’ve overlooked in my assessment of our time together.

    Still uncertain, I take her hand and she pulls me up to stand. With one arm cradling me, she walks us away from the front door over to her couch. She tells me to sit and then goes into her closet.

    Copyright 2015 by S.L. Hannah

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    The Need Cover Reveal

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  • July 8, 2015
  • Hey guys! How ’bout this new website? And how ’bout that cover?! So…welcome to my new website. I know, I know, it was just last year that I was telling you that everything was going to be run from www.sexlifeandhannah.com, and then…it just didn’t feel right. I’ve written a lot of different types of books, […]

    Hey guys! How ’bout this new website? And how ’bout that cover?!

    So…welcome to my new website. I know, I know, it was just last year that I was telling you that everything was going to be run from www.sexlifeandhannah.com, and then…it just didn’t feel right. I’ve written a lot of different types of books, and The Need is no exception. Instead of trying to make fit BDSM-style photos with fun, pink, light-hearted conversations, and fine art, I came to the conclusion that each property needs a space on the web with its own feel. Plus, The Need is not my last erotic thriller, nor is it probably the last time I write a book that is nothing like anything else I’ve ever written. That is just how my art brain works.

    Onto the business of the cover. For those of you that have been following my journey with this book, The Need, you know the highs and lows I’ve gone through with trying to get an agent, trying to get a New York publisher, and finally deciding that publishing it on my own was the best path forward. I just couldn’t wait any longer. I’d done my due diligence with the book. I had not one, but three editors do multiple passes; I had a handful of beta readers provide input; I created a marketing plan; I hired a marketing assistant specializing in the romance genre; I even pushed my design skills to the side and decided to work with a cover artist who would bring their own expertise to this book. The long and short of it: I was as prepared as I’ve ever been to publish a book.

    I am so excited to FINALLY be able to announce that The Need is scheduled for release August 25, 2015. And I LOVE the cover. Thank you so much Joshua Jadon.

    Here is the post I wrote last night on my personal Facebook page. I’m sharing it here because I think some of you will find my journey with this book, The Need, interesting. It is a journey that proves perseverance does pay off, and that despite all the “no thank you’s” you may receive in life, you should never give up on something you believe in.

    I’m so excited to FINALLY be able to announce this. The Need, is coming August 25, 2015. A lot of you know the story behind the story. My lovely, multi-talented husband wrote a spec script in 2008 for producers that were jumping to film something dark, edgy, and erotic. As with many film ventures, the deal fell apart, and even though we got a few follow-up bites from other producers and agents, the stars refused to align. I was always fascinated by the story and characters that Scott had created, so in 2012, I decided to adapt his screenplay into a book. At first it seemed like it would be an easier task than my other writing ventures. The story was already written, after all, but I was completely wrong. In delving into what Scott had written and trying to figure out the characters, their motives, their desires, their backgrounds…it turned into my most challenging writing assignment as an author. Many drafts later, and much feedback from my amazing editor Jennifer Thomas, the beta readers that were gracious enough to give me their time and input, Mallory Braus, senior editor at romance imprint Carina Press, also weighed in with a story consult, and many late night strategy sessions with the guy that started it all, Scott Frazelle…a fiery, wicked, sensual, disturbing, and thought-provoking piece of fiction emerged. I am so proud of this book and the work that has gone into it to make it a stand out project in my writing career. I hope all of you put The Need on your summer reading list. xoxoxox, D:)