I found myself frozen in place, gazing at the open door. Mr. Smith stepped into my room. “Please let me explain,” he urged, referring to his sudden change. His blue eyes scanned my room, hinting that he suspected Melanie had been there, yet he seemed oddly unconcerned about it now. His focus was on me, and he noticed the tears cascading down my face; I quickly brushed them away with my hand and sat on my bed.
“Why did you take that body?” I looked at him, bewildered and echoed the question, “Why that body?” He came over and sat beside me. He pulled me close and softly kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and noticed how sharp he looked in his light brown coat, a grey T-shirt, and jeans paired with black high-top sneakers. His short light brown hair was neatly styled, and his stunning blue eyes shone brightly as he gazed into mine. He doesn’t resemble the young man who shot him in 1936 San Francisco. He looks clean, and well-groomed. He let out a deep sigh and said, “Remi, I never intended to frighten you. I had no idea how my change would impact you. I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to abandon you here, but I wanted to give you time to think,” he paused.
“Yes, I should’ve been here when
you woke up so we could talk about what happened. I genuinely apologize.” I
nodded, taking in his words. After a moment, I finally said, “This is so
overwhelming. It feels weird talking to the young man who shot you, but here we
are. I apologize if I seemed a bit off; it’s just that…,”
He cut in, “It’s the surprise of
seeing me in a different body that threw you off. I understand. I need you to know,
that I feel changed, somewhat—there’s a piece of that young man inside me, but
I’m still me, your Mr. Smith.”
I asked him, “What was that man
truly like,” I paused then said, “I can’t help but think some part of him
lingered when you took his body.”
He exhaled deeply and said, "He was 25, out of
work, and resorted to stealing out of sheer desperation. Life was tough during
the 1930s, and he was struggling to get by, living on the streets and doing
whatever it took to survive.” I nodded in understanding, releasing a sigh as I
wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes. He grasped my hand softly and
pressed a tender kiss on it. His stunning blue eyes locked onto mine, and I
could sense his intentions. Yet a wave of uncertainty washed over me; I wasn't
sure if I was prepared to dive into intimacy with him just yet.
(This novel is written in first person however, that last three chapters of the book moves over to a third person narrative since the chapters take place 200 years after Remi passed away and Mr. Smith is in his 5th incarnation.)
As many of you know I recently published A Time Traveler's Companion as an eBook. It is available on Amazon, however I also published the audiobook version. It is in two parts and you can find them on GooglePlay. Below is the images and links to the book.
Audiobooks
eBook
NOTE: there are trigger warnings for this book. Mild sexual content. 18 & over.
I will be publishing the paperback with IngramSparks but also on Amazon. I plan on purchasing a ISBN number to publish on other platforms.
An excerpt from my book Flare
(Content Warning: sexual situation)
Chapter 4: Dolan Reveals the Truth
The anticipation of his next move left her breathless, eager to surrender to his every command. “Get on your hands and knees.” Cher's moans of ecstasy filled the room as he teased her with his thick, pulsating member, tantalizingly close to her tight little asshole. The thought of plunging into her backdoor excited him, but he hesitated, unsure if she was ready for such a taboo act. Instead, he pushed his throbbing shaft into her wet, eager pussy, fucking her with a primal intensity that made her perfect breasts bounce and jiggle with each powerful thrust. Both were lost in a haze of lust, their heavy breaths mingling in the air as they surrendered to their carnal desires. With each forceful thrust, he would deliver a sharp slap to her round, firm ass, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain from her lips. She bit down on her lip to stifle her cries of pleasure, afraid that the neighbors might hear.
"Oh God, yes," she gasped softly, her voice a breathless whisper as he continued to pound her with a relentless rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Finally, as their bodies trembled in unison, they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, their orgasms crashing over them in waves of pure bliss. Her walls clenched tightly around his shaft, milking him for every last drop of cum as he released himself inside her, marking her as his own with a few possessive love bites on her quivering skin.
"Oh baby, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice husky with desire as he emptied himself into her, his hot seed mixing with her own juices in a deliciously sinful cocktail of passion and lust. After that intense encounter, they lay entwined in each other's arms and from the window, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across the room. Cher's gaze shifted towards the clock, her mind filled with a mix of anticipation and unease. The time read 11:30pm, a reminder that she had failed to inform Maddie of her whereabouts for the night. But Dolan’s promise to have her home before midnight, echoed in her thoughts, momentarily overshadowed by the intensity of his passionate kiss. Breaking the silence, Dolan's voice resonated with a sinister undertone as he whispered, "I am going to show you something, my love." His body pressed against hers, his lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck. The once tender embrace now took on a predatory nature, as his tongue invaded her mouth like a slithering snake. A sudden shift in the atmosphere sent shivers down Cher's spine, a sense of foreboding creeping into her consciousness. As Dolan continued to explore her mouth, a strange phenomenon unfolded before her eyes. It was as if an invisible force was being transferred from him to her, an exchange of energy that terrified her. She could literally feel his essence emanating from his mouth and merging with her own. His words, laced with a twisted encouragement, pierced through the darkness, "Come on, share with me. You are like me now; you can do this." The realization dawned upon Cher that this was no ordinary encounter. Dolan's intentions were far from innocent, and the consequences of refusing his offer became clear. "If you don't feed, you'll start showing signs of weakness," he added, his voice dripping with a sinister allure. In that moment, Cher found herself at a crossroads, torn between the allure of newfound power and the fear of losing herself to the darkness that now enveloped them both. With trepidation, she swallowed hard and obediently followed his command. The act of sharing her energy felt utterly unnatural, as if she was delving into forbidden territory. It was evident that he had performed this ritual before, for he seemed well-versed in its intricacies. In that moment, a startling revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning - Leena, too, was molded in his image. The realization sent shivers down her spine, for it meant that he had transformed her into something akin to himself. While a surge of vitality coursed through her veins, an unsettling feeling of violation gnawed at her very core. Her very soul teetered on the precipice of danger, as if it had been tainted by his dark influence. Following the exchange of their life force, they found solace in the embrace of one another.
"There
is something I need to tell you." He uttered softly. "I am an energy
vampire, yet I did not wish to bring harm to you during our first sexual encounter.
In the depths of my being, I sensed the essence of my beloved wife, reborn in
you. Therefore, I made the decision to bestow upon you the same immortal
existence as mine, to safeguard your precious life." Cher lay there
dumbfounded by what she heard.
(Please visit the website for more info on this book)
(This is an excerpt from the book A Time Traveler's Companion)
Trigger Warnings: sexual situations
MA-21 & over
However, if you decide to explore the additional trails in the area, it can turn into quite a satisfying workout. Leila, my closest friend, and I have explored those hills several times in the past. One day, while she was occupied with her job at the local mall, I took the opportunity to drive my Honda electric plug-in hybrid. I parked it in the dirt lot where many hikers leave their vehicles, conveniently situated next to one of the trails. Three other cars were parked in the area, all owned by the most committed hikers who frequent the spot. I brought along my red and brown backpack, sporting my favorite olive-green safari button-up shirt paired with brown khaki shorts, and laced up my ankle-high rust brown hiking boots before hitting the trail.
As I continued my journey, I
noticed a different path up ahead and decided to explore it. However, out of
nowhere, a series of bizarre events unfolded, catching me off guard. The air
crackled with an eerie static electricity, causing a shiver to run down my
spine. My heart raced in my chest, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Standing
there, an inexplicable sense of unease crept over me as I waited, unsure of
what I was waiting for.
A
nagging feeling urged me to flee, yet I remained rooted to the spot. Suddenly,
a peculiar whooshing, humming noise echoed from behind me, causing me to whirl
around in alarm. Before me, a strange shimmering object materialized, startling
me into a sudden jump.
Curiosity compelled me to approach the enigmatic object, cautiously running my fingers along its smooth and icy surface. A sudden jolt of static electricity coursed through me. “Ouch,” I recoiled my hand. The monolith towered before me, measuring 40 inches wide, and a staggering 7 feet in height. With wide eyes and a mind filled with questions, I stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Perplexed, I couldn't help but wonder about the purpose and origin of this mysterious structure. With wide eyes and a mind filled with questions, I stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Just as I contemplated the enigma before me, a figure emerged from within the monolith.
“Wow,” he remarked, taking in
my appearance. “Are you from around here?” I simply gaped at him while he
grinned back. I was momentarily speechless, especially after catching the
unmistakable British accent in his tone. Gathering my thoughts, I mustered the
courage to ask, “Who are you?”
“Just call me Mr. Smith,” he
replied.
“How did you get here,” I asked, my curiosity piqued. With a sly grin, he approached me and replied, "I stumbled upon this place during my travels."
His eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and a hint of allure. I glanced at the monolith. As he spoke, I couldn't help but take a step back, unsure of what to expect. Sensing my hesitation, he reassured me, "If you're interested, I'll gladly show you, come travel with me,” he paused. “But if not, feel free to leave." A lump formed in my throat, causing me to hesitate. He moved closer, attempting to hold my hand, but I instinctively pulled away. "Don't worry," he assured me, his voice soothing. "I'll ensure your safety and make sure you have an interesting time."
Gesturing towards the mysterious monolith, he insisted, "Trust me, let me show you." Once again, he reached out for my hand, and a warm sensation washed over me, making it impossible to resist. Despite my apprehension and uncertainty, I found myself irresistibly drawn to this enigmatic man who emerged from the monolith. His captivating eyes, charming smile, and the aura surrounding him had me completely mesmerized, along with the enigmatic monolith itself. As his touch enveloped me, all thoughts of my past vanished, and I became completely entranced, until he finally asked, "What is your name?" I hesitantly replied, “I'm Remi,” my voice barely above a whisper.
His smile shifted into a playful smirk, his gaze slowly taking in every detail of me. As I moved closer to the massive structure, I spotted someone standing on one of the hills nearby, perhaps he was clearly just as puzzled by the sudden appearance of the monolith as I was. Mr. Smith shot a glance toward him, his eyes narrowed.
"Come on," he beckoned, gesturing towards the monolith with a flirtatious smile and a playful wink. Confused, I glanced at the monolith’s surface, devoid of any inscriptions, its sleek black surface chilling to the touch, just as I had mentioned earlier. With a sudden jolt, an opening materialized which I assume was the door, it caused me to instinctively recoil. With unwavering confidence, he took a bold stride into it, and I hesitantly mirrored his actions. However, as I crossed the threshold, a wave of disbelief washed over me, causing my mouth to fall open and my eyes to widen in astonishment. The sheer magnitude of what lay before me left me breathless, and I couldn't suppress a gasp that escaped my lips.
In that moment, he couldn't contain his excitement and proudly declared, "Welcome to my humble abode," relishing the astonishment that was etched across my face. "This is a Time Dimensional Spacecraft, or TDSC for short," he announced. Looking around, I suddenly realized that I was situated within an otherworldly spacecraft. My eyes wandered around the room, absorbing the sleek, jet-black design with mesmerizing geometric patterns. The two control panels on either wall and the sleek floor reflecting the ceiling, drew my attention.
"Hold on a second," I exclaimed as I stepped out of the craft and circled it, taking in the bizarre design while a sense of confusion enveloped me. It struck me that the inside and outside of the spacecraft were mismatched in size. I hurried back inside, eager to unravel this puzzling revelation. I stared at it, my eyes with wide with excitement.
"Wow! I can't believe my eyes, it's bigger inside!" I exclaimed, filled with awe. Instead of feeling afraid, I was completely fascinated by the whole experience and eager to uncover the mysteries behind this intriguing man and his extraordinary ship. He chuckled, clearly pleased with my reaction.
"I had a feeling you'd be amazed," he said, with
a smug grin on his face. My heart raced, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from
the mesmerizing interior.
"Would you like
to embark on an adventure with me?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat, and
I took a deep breath, my eyes brimming with astonishment. I was at a loss for
words.
"Your eyes are captivating," he
remarked, gazing at me intently, as if weighing a decision. His deep brown eyes
roamed over me in a suggestive manner, causing me to
blush and look away. A tense silence enveloped us briefly, before I broke
it with a question: “Am I being abducted?” I hesitated, inching toward the door
that was hidden from the outside but clear from within. He moved closer, his
presence a mix of authority and reassurance. "You can leave if you want;
we’re still on the same hiking trail," he said, his gaze steady on mine.
Standing nearly six feet tall, he loomed over my five-foot-six frame, which
felt a bit daunting.
Feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity, I couldn't
help but nervously smile back at him. "I believe the person you saw
earlier is nearing the TDSC and may be contacting others soon." A soft
smile graced his lips as he looked directly at me, his eyes filled with
anticipation. It was evident that he was eagerly awaiting my response, silently
pleading for a positive answer. The way he gazed at me spoke volumes, conveying
his desire for me to agree to whatever he was proposing.
"If you decide to accompany me, we can journey to any destination of your choosing, and I'll ensure we return before dinner. I possess the ability to traverse time. The possibilities are endless," he said, enticing me further. Despite his kind offer, I still felt unsure. "Don't worry, once you get to know me, you'll realize I’m not such a bad guy,” he continued to persuade me. His words were accompanied by a chuckle and a smile, sending a shiver down my spine. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips; my eyes spotted a mysterious black pillar embellished with sparkling crystals in the center of the room. It truly captivated me. Setting my backpack down on the floor, I cautiously approached, drawn in by its enchanting allure. "What is this?" I asked, circling around the strange pillar with multicolored quartz crystals at the center, one of them glowing brightly.
"No, don't touch it," he warned, causing me to retract my hand.
"What are
they?" I asked, intrigued.
"They control this ship," he explained. I
pondered over the offer he made earlier.
"I'll accept your offer, but..." I hesitated.
"But
what?" he asked.
"I hope
you'll bring me back before dinnertime or before 10pm," I nervously chuckled,
feeling a strange attraction toward him. Standing in front of each other,
the crystals casting a soft glow on my face, I couldn't help but question the
risks of joining this enigmatic being from another realm on an adventure.
"How old are you?” he asked. Before responding, I thought
about my uneventful life. Musing, "I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m out of
high school now, considered an adult ready to start a new chapter in my life
and at the moment I clearly don’t have any plans.”
After a brief pause, I mustered the courage to respond,
"I'm twenty," I said, it was a blatant lie though. Despite being only eighteen, but turning 19 in October, I
decided to withhold that information from him. His inquisitive gaze
persisted as he mulled over my answer.
"Well, okay,” he paused and added, “You do appear to
be young," he delicately traced his fingers along the glowing crystals on
the table on top of the pillar.
“People often
assume that about me, but the truth is I'm twenty, with my birthday just four
months away.” I lied again, feeling a lump in my throat. He stepped closer and softly
stroked my cheek before placing a tender kiss on my forehead. A rush of warmth
spread through me, and I couldn't help but blush as he smiled at me. "So,
where do you want to go?" he asked, tapping a crimson crystal. Suddenly, a
sleek jet-black seat materialized a short distance away from him and he
casually took off his brown pinstriped blazer and tossed it onto the chair. Pondering his words, I said, "If you truly have the
power to time travel, I'd love to visit the 1970s." I smiled at him.
"Do you have a specific year in mind?" he asked.
I casually shrugged
and grinned, replying, "1976, my grandma used to tell me fascinating
stories about that year." He chuckled, flashing a smile my way.
"Alright then, let's embark on this adventure,"
he exclaimed excitedly.
"Touch that
crystal," he instructed.
"But I thought
you didn't want me to touch the crystals?"
"I'm granting you the privilege," he smiled. He
then told me to focus on my grandma and the year 1976. With closed eyes, I
imagined the sensation of being transported to that era.
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