Novels

Full collection of my one part, multi-chapter novels.

NEON CH 4

That said, the real star of this show might just be this couch because it was performing beautifully. Tonight, she’d learned that it wasn’t just a chic, aesthetically-appealing piece of designer furniture that physically fit in her apartment and maintained the Art Deco theme—It was also functional. These unusually deep cushions provided plenty room for this height-blessed stud to sprawl between her legs and engage in the heaviest mouth to mouth action of her life. Right now in this sexy as hell moment underneath Loki, she could finally justify purchasing a three-thousand dollar sofa.

NEON CH 3

Rolling his eyes, Bucky yanked his backwards ball cap off his head and whacked Loki’s knee with it. “Your qualifyin’ adverbs can go to hell,” he laughed, then put his hat on again. “You seein’ someone?”
Loki grinned slightly. “It’s still really early, but the connection is unreal.”
“You must be hallucinatin’ again.”
“If I am, then this is the best psychotic break of my life,” Loki answered, smiling when his friend snorted. “Honest to god dream girl.”
“Dream girl? Man, keep your crazy head on your shoulders,” Bucky said, then held his hands up. “Sorry. No offense about the crazy thing,” he added when Loki gave him an unimpressed look.

NEON CH 2

“Did you think I’d let you pay for your own lunch? How else am I supposed to impress you?” Loki winked, snickering quietly at Sigyn’s dramatic eye roll as she unwrapped her mint.
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, lips pursing as she quietly chewed and swallowed it. “Indeed, after seeing you wield cash like a hero, I am now able to detect a hint of attraction toward you. I mean, prior to this moment, you had nothing else going for you.”
“A hero, I am not,” he lowered his voice, leaning toward her, and gingerly slipping his hand into hers again, “but a villain who has successfully lured you into an attraction trap.”

NEON ch 1

Shoulders slumping at his ineptitude with numbers, Loki groaned softly. Once again, he was allowing New Year’s Day to screw with his head. This hyper self-critical analysis of the previous year was a beloved annual tradition that brought with it as much joy as the forced familial civility at his parents’ holiday dinner. Happy Christmas, and god bless us all for not giving in to that hour-long desire to stab each other with our fancy forks. Now get out of here because SOMEONE’S unaddressed daddy issues are two seconds from turning this place into a bloodbath.

DEAD ALREADY CH 2

Bucky squinted at her, his lips pursing. “Haven’t I made about twenty vodka tonics for you? Figured you’d want that.”
“Yes, vodka tonic is my go-to,” she conceded with a smile, “but since it’s Halloween, I shall face my fear -” she wiggled her eyebrows “-of beer.”
It was perhaps the worst pun she’d ever made, and that was saying something, but she nearly fell off her stool from laughing, nonetheless. Hearing a sigh then a groan next to her, she looked left to see Steve hanging his head and pinching his eyebrows between his thumb and forefinger. Holding her stomach, she nudged him with her shoulder, and he lifted his head to eye her.
“That was bad, Livvy. That was really bad. That was really really bad.”
“Nah,” Bucky countered, and Liv turned back to see him leaning onto his forearms and grinning at her through eyelashes that belonged in a goddamn Maybelline ad. “I thought it was cute.”

DEAD ALREADY CH 1

Life was too short to cling to comfort rather than take risks and try new things, even if they scared the hell out of you. So, in the spring of 2014, after promising to facetime every week with her parents and Jane and Darcy, she’d jumped into the deep end and moved to Nornstown, Connecticut to start a new life. It was a decent sized (roughly 65,000) city west of Stamford and only about thirty miles from NYC’s city line, and other than the typical high cost of living in the northeast, Liv had zero complaints.

Fearless Ch 15

Standing next to Sif on the other side of the buffet, Fandral pursed his lips than leaned forward, eyeing Loki from under his brow. “All these women are going to start throwing their underthings at you if you continue making orgasmic sounds. Leave some for the rest of us, dream boy.” He laughed, reaching out to lightly punch his shoulder.
Loki glared at him, swallowing the bite quietly. “Call me dream boy one more time.”
Chewing her bottom lip, Sigyn looked back and forth between the two men, noting Loki’s clenched jaw, his chest rising and falling faster while Fandral continued to grin like a smug brat at him. She’d wondered how much longer Loki would be able to bear hearing that insipid moniker come out of that idiot’s mouth before he absolutely lost it. Apparently time was up, and after her experience during battle prep yesterday, she hoped Loki would absolutely throttle him.

New Year Ch 12

No way in hell did he want to get back together- he was just here because New Years had made him extra sad.

You don’t know that, hon.

Okay, well, considering what she’d done to him, it seemed the most likely reason for his presence. How in all the world could she at least get him to consider… friendship? It wasn’t the whole package, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Show him the letter, hon.

Oh god… but…. what if he hates it?

We’ve been over this, Sigyn. He wrote a NOVEL for you. He showed it to the entire PLANET. So, buck up, and show him that letter that you should have sent to him when you wrote it THREE WEEKS AGO.

New Year Ch 11

Despite feeling like a pathetic, undeserving thing, Loki chuckled, then gestured to Carol with his chin. “They might believe you are into girls when you get married to one on December 8th, Val.”

Once again, his best friend beamed at him, radiating warmth and happiness, and he hated himself for wishing that smile was coming from someone else. Someone who wouldn’t stick by his side for three decades like Val had. Someone who couldn’t even give him three years.

New Year CH 10

“I don’t know how the hell to make it through two more weeks, Sig,” he said, sounding so SAD suddenly.

Looking sideways out the window, she swallowed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She could feel a thick layer of darkness in his tone, the same tone of Starboy’s unnamed narrator. She had always imagined his voice while reading it, but she’d never actually heard Loki speak like this. It wasn’t just dark. It was…what was the right word for it? Dangerous. Downward-spiral dangerous.

Bottle of oxy dangerous.

Not that she could ever be ready for hell, but she needed more time to heal from this awful year before she had enough strength to wrap her arms around him and kick and kick and kick to keep his unbearably heavy head above the water

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