Happy Middle of the week to you, folks. It's that time again, where a bunch of us tease you from a published work or work in progress thanks to the lovely Sandra Bunino.
Today's tease comes to you courtesy of Raven McAllan, who is giving us a sneak view at her upcoming release The Rock Star's Wife. Take it away, Raven :-)
Doris very kindly let me crash her blog again… She's a glutton for punishment, especially as I always bring chocolate. For my grandson, not her. (I bet she sneaks some anyway.)
Sometime this month, I have two short stories out. The first is The Rock Star's Wife…
Rock Star Nico loved Kenna, and wanted to do everything for her. Swaddle her, coddle her and keep her safe.
The result? Kenna was stifled, so it was inevitable they'd clash.
That clash resulted in them splitting up. Until Kenna turned up at one of his concerts and Nico had the chance to explain himself
Would she listen? If she did would she understand, accept he'd changed and give them a second chance?
All he could do was lay his heart on his sleeve and hope...
All Kenna had to do was listen to her heart, and his, and decide…
It sounded oh so easy, but was it?
(Kenna has got a ticket for one of his concerts. She'd hoped to be hidden by a pillar…)
(unedited so excuse the mistakes)
The woman next to her grinned. "Hot now and it'll be even hotter soon, eh?"
"Got to love him." The woman let out a shrill wolf whistle. Kenna winced.
"Oops sorry hinny I forgot you'd be too close for comfort."
"No worries, no harm done." She didn't think her eardrums had fractured. Not quite. Kenna drank a mouthful of water. It was no good she'd have to take her lenses out. She rummaged in her bag, ditched the contacts which luckily were dailies and didn't need saving and shoved her glasses on her nose. They might slip down her sweat slicked skin, but they were better than stinging eyes. Not only that, if it all got too much for her, she could take them off and view the theatre through a short sighted haze.
Right then though, as everything came back into sharp focus, she couldn't keep her eyes off the stage. Circles of color swooped and created patterns of light, which moved in time to the pulsating rhythm.
The drums struck a heavy beat, guitars joined in, and then a chorus began as two tall blonde headed girls dressed in shimmering red and gold silk danced onto the stage and swayed in time to the music.
The audience howled and set up the refrain everyone knew. "Hugh…es… let's have you, Hugh…es."
People stood up and swayed arm in arm. The woman next to Kenna, resplendent in a pink and purple t-shirt with 'Hughes Who' written across in in fluorescent green script, dug Kenna in the ribs. "Ha'way hinny. Come on link arms with me, the pillar's not much fun. They you'll get a better view of him anyway."
That was her worry. However Kenna stood up and smiled as the woman linked arms and swayed as she sang, or rather bellowed, in a very off key voice. "Hugh...es, get yer hot bod here…"
"Damn I could do with a drink,' Kenna muttered as her nerves took hold.
"Here have some of mine." The woman—call me Sam—shoved five sealed plastic glasses of wine into Kenna's arms. "I've got plenty."
If she drank all those she'd be on the floor. Mind you maybe that wasn't a bad idea. She downed the contents of the first glass in three swallows. The slightly sweet wine coated her throat, and the aroma made her want to sneeze. However, Kenna reckoned at least she'd be less likely to mutter rude words out loud, and be a wee bit mellow. Or maybe the stuff would be fast acting and work the other way? Maybe she'd best not drink anymore. Kenna took another swig of water.
Sam glanced at Kenna. "Drink up, there's lots more wine under the seat. Hugh…es." She did her ear splitting whistle again. "Doesn’t he make you want to take your knickers off and say 'here I am ready willing and more than able'? I mean my Don's a good 'un, but Hughes…bet he's hung properly."
"Oh yes." Well she'd got that right, anyway, Kenna though hysterically. Maybe that should be her new nickname for him. Hung Hughes.
Hung drawn and quartered maybe. Kenna shut her eyes as a horrible wave of pain washed over her. Would she ever be able to think about him, hear him, or see him without this intense sense of despair washing over her. The feeling of failure, of non closure, and what if?
Well what if was about as much use as a chocolate fireguard.
The shouts and yells rose to ear ringing levels and Kenna opened her eyes to see the familiar figure of her husband, plus guitar appear on the stage in front of her.
Her husband? What on earth was she thinking? He was no more her husband than he was the chanting woman next to her. A bit of paper, a diamond ring, and two nights in a secluded villa on a private estate in Barbados didn't make him a husband, or their time together a marriage.
Out sometime this month from www.evernightpublishing.com
Love R x
(Just off to sort out my grandson with the wet wipes)
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Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.