SoCS : “Shape of My Heart”

 

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt – this week’s is to write a post that uses the word or theme: shape.

I thought immediately of this song, so I looked up the video, and then the story was born..

Shape of My Heart…

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Trip Tucker heard the music before the hatch had slipped open enough to poke his head through – sweet, swelling notes, bouncing of the tubelike walls of Travis’s Sweet Spot. He thought of closing the hatch, but whoever was up there had to have seen it moving, and he figured it would be pretty rude to leave without announcing himself…

T’Pol was sitting, cross-legged and straight-backed, upside-down on the ceiling, watching him.

He wasn’t sure who he’d expected – but he knew it wasn’t her. He wasn’t sure where he stood with her, really – he was the only one on the ship who knew how close they’d come to losing her a few days ago – but he only knew because he’d poked his nose into her personal affairs…affairs, arranged marriage…

As if trying to figure out how to deal with the gorgeous Vulcan wasn’t hard enough without all that.

She was still watching him. Waiting. Why the hell did she always remind him of a hunting cat when she did that? “Want company?” he asked, not sure if she could hear him over the music.

As though reading his mind – good Lord, she couldn’t, could she? – T’Pol touched the datapad she held and the music cut off mid-note in a way that made him cringe a little. He never liked to turn off a song or a movie in the middle. “Please join me, if you wish.”

The ball’s in my court, then…Trip’s heart gave a ridiculous little throb as it sped up at the thought of sharing this small space with her- and he pushed off into the null-grav tube and aimed himself at the space next to her. Once he was settled, he looked at the pad she held. “You didn’t have to turn it off. What’re you listening to? It sounds familiar.”

“It is a selection from your gift,” she answered. “According to your notes, the performer is named simply Sting, and the song, although titled “Shape of My Heart”, seems to have nothing to do with anatomy, but rather with art, games, meditation, and mathematics.” She got that adorable little wrinkle in her forehead that said she was trying to work her way around to the real point.

“I think I remember that one – but I haven’t heard it in a long time. Mind starting over, so I can catch up?” Trip smiled at her, and a whiff of her citrus-and-sandalwood perfume hit him full force, reminding him of that damned Suliban cell and the way she’d been – would he ever get the chance to see where that could lead?

T’Pol said nothing, only touched the screen, which came back to life. Now that he heard the first few notes, he knew the song, and the video – he’d really liked this one in his early twenties- so he watched T’Pol watch the screen. She remained perfectly still and straight, but she got that look in her eyes again, and her face opened up, quick flashes of tiny muscle movements saying that she was feeling something intense, something she’d said she only felt with human music.

The song unfurled to a sweet ending – and then Sting snorted and laughed, the drummer lobbed off some random notes, and everyone guffawed.

“Why did they laugh? Is the song intended to be humorous?”

“I don’t know why – but it’s not a funny song. Maybe they just needed to vent a little after they played. Maybe they were laughing at a joke someone told that morning. “

“Human emotional responses are often erratic and ambiguous. I don’t understand them.”

“Wanna know a secret? Most of the time, neither do we. But maybe it would be better to explore what you feel when you listen.”

“He speaks of geometry, meditation, and probable outcomes. These are quantifiable terms, and suggest a logical mind and a level of self-awareness. And yet he speaks of luck and chance and the shape of his heart, as though those things are also logical and quantifiable. I feel that I’m intended to understand the message to be conveyed, but I don’t.” She regarded him with those almond shaped hazel eyes, and Trip knew she was looking for answers she could define – and that she expected him to provide them.

“Humans don’t necessarily make music to pass along a message, T’Pol – or at least, not like that. He might have been sharing a daydream, or telling a story, or just trying to evoke a mood. A lot of Sting’s music is like poetry – mood, imagery, deep thought, symbolism. I think he meant for everyone to take from it whatever they did – he was offering something from inside of him.”

“The ‘shape of his heart?’ ” T’Pol said, in that husky way she had when she was unsure of herself.

“I guess so.”

“Then – the ‘shape of my heart’ is what is contained within me -beneath logic and language?” Her scent was getting stronger, and her pupils were huge and dark, and Trip swallowed as she lifted paired fingers that quivered the tiniest bit- damn…

He could only watch as her fingers came for his; he knew what was coming, and he wanted it, was terrified of it…

And still, he lifted his fingers to meet hers, and, as her other hand began the song again, he felt the touch, and they melted together into a sharing that was reshaping his human heart to better suit hers…

Want more of these two?

Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

Join in or read more SoCS posts here!

WIPpet Wednesday: Intense Reaction

 

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys (and who has placed the word “sardonic” in this snippet, because she reached her first 10K word goal! Way to go, Kathi, and it fit perfectly!).

I’m sharing a story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

This is the sixteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

So, two weeks ago, I posted about this story disappearing without a trace from Scrivener and Dropbox, and my intention to rebuild it from the existing blogposts.

The process is moving along – and the story is growing! This little 2K mini-gem is now nearly 8K long, and I haven’t gotten to the end (again) yet…

It’s almost long enough to qualify for novelette territory… by my guess, it’ll be at least 10K when all is said and done…and it’s a far better story than what I originally wrote, too. I’m kinda glad it went poof, actually…

And here’s the funny thing. All this amazing dancing between our two brave and tempting explorers happens in a tiny little bit of the original episode, between scenes. I always knew something had to have gone on between these two in that cell, but I’ll admit that I’m more than a little surprised at all they’ve gotten up to. This might possibly be the best use of an unexplained incarceration, ever…

Locked in a tiny room? No communicators?

No problem – they’ve got each other, after all…

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 15, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 10+15 (month+day)=25
  • Add 3 as a pre-Halloween treat (it’s my favorite number).
  • 28 sentences total, this week,

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Aftershock. Trip and T’Pol are one incendiary pair – but will they ignite again, or find some way to dampen the fires?

Maybe not this kind of intense reaction – but who can resist Vulcan zombies?!

Her cirtrus-smoke scent blanketed me, and she made a tiny sound as she quivered – if I’d forgotten how fast things could spiral out of control between us, I was about to get a reminder. My hips jolted up again, and T’Pol’s corkscrewed down to meet them, We both groaned, together. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking, her body tight with strain -was she fighting herself again? I couldn’t take much more of this, either -

Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie,” I whispered to myself, to get my mind off the heat and friction and beautiful Vulcan, and rolled to the side. T’Pol wasn’t as light as she looked, but she didn’t resist me. She swung her top leg off, which put a little space between us. I thanked my sister, silently – no, I wasn’t going to think about why T’Pol reminded me of little-girl Lizzie, but only when we were all over each other – what the hell was wrong with me, anyway? No, not now – not till we were out of this. Right now, T’Pol was the important thing –

“Those bastards hit you hard enough to cause a concussion, T’Pol – and I think you’ve got a doozy.”

“I’m not concussed, Trip.” Her voice was still softly husky. She tensed the muscles in the leg that was still under mine, and I rolled back to let her pull it free. She made a smooth, dancelike move, and ended sitting, straight backed and cross-legged, facing me.

I sat up, although not nearly as gracefully as she had. “How can you be so sure? I mean, if you don’t know what – well, all this – is about -“

“Vulcan physiology differs from yours; it would take a considerably more powerful blow to cause a brain injury, even a minor one.” She sounded pretty damned sure of herself, even though her hair was mussed, her jacket dragged down over one shoulder, and she was still quivering enough that I could see it – damn damn damn!

“Then this is something else.” There! That would show her that I could be logical, too, if I wanted to – even if I was surprised as hell that I was able to think at all, under the circumstances.

“Yes.” T’Pol’s voice was sardonic, now, and she dropped her gaze off to the side the way she did when she was uncomfortable. “You seem to elicit certain – instinctive responses – within me.” She met my eyes, and hers looked troubled and open – I wanted to fall into them again, but then she shifted her focus back to the side,and her voice was barely a whisper. “I was unprepared for such an intense reaction. In future, I’ll – restrain myself.”

Maybe not quite this intense…

Now just what does she mean by that?! And how will Trip respond? Is T’Pol as uninjured as she says she is? Can we stop fanning ourselves now? Where is that Klingon, or the rest of the landing party, or even the Suliban who put TnT here?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

 

Ahhh. THIS one!

Bonus Intense reactions!

OctPoWriMo Day 12: Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

 

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twelve!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about desire. I’ve kinda doubled down on this one: The poem is about a passion that couldn’t be predicted, and, as anyone who’s read here before may have noticed, its subjects are a particular passion of mine (if you’re new, try clicking here; I think you’ll see what I mean!).

There’s a word list, but I only used a word or three:

  • desire

  • wanting

  • fascination

And, just because I can, after the poem, you get a video clip of the scene that inspired it!

Disclaimer:T’Pol , Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desire of the one.

So I was told when I was a child

Taken to Koon-ut-kal-if-fee

To be Promised to a boy

I pleaded and hid but the will

of the many prevailed.

I was sealed to Koss

And Koss was sealed to me.

Logic above emotion.”

But he is here, so near;

Too much of his body revealed

Smooth strong muscle bared skin

His words sharp edged slicings

Lirpas cutting through to my core

Blades sharper than the sands

Under my seven year old knees

When I was sealed to Koss,

And Koss was sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”

But he slices through reason

His weapons his bold passion

His blue sky eyes his sharp voice

Nothing of logic, all pure emotion

Conviction clear in every word

Demanding I set a wrong right.

And in the midst of this cascade

Of human behavior unleashed

He offers me – kindness and

The pleasures of touch

But I am sealed to Koss

And Koss is sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desires of the two.

But I’m still sealed to Koss

And Koss still sealed to me.

Trembling fingers; quickened breath.

Sharp-bladed words, exploring touch

Musk-male human scent inviting

More touch, deeper breaths

Daughter of Vulcan; son of Earth

Now I yearn for a man called Trip

And Trip illogically yearns for me.

“Logic above emotion.”

The needs of the many outweigh

The hungry fascinations of the two.

Barren mantras crumble beneath

The potent wonder of each caress

Passion far stronger than logic.

Quivering flamelets in every breath

No words can undo this desire

What use is reason to my soul

Or a tradition devoid of feeling?

My beliefs shudder, duty a bond -

Why must I be sealed to Koss

When Trip is here, wanting me?

This poem comes from my Story a Day May Twitter Fiction; the original 140 character story, meant to read like a Vulcan koan, is here.

And now, as promised…skin, touching, arguing, tension…these two are delicious with blue lights and decon gel….just sayin’!

Find More Lusty Poems Here!

WIPpet Wednesday: Aftershock

 

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

Here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

For those keeping track:

This is the fifteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 8, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted math: 8+10=18; 10-8=2 ; 18+2=20; for 20 sentences.
  • I’m also giving you a contextual treat – the last paragraph of last week’s WIPpet.

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Kroykah? . T‘Pol seems to be regaining her control, but can Trip keep his?

Undisclosed Desires

From last week:

I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”

And now, our main attraction!

She stiffened, like she was maybe going to pretend none of this had even happened. I sighed – and she echoed me, all her tension seeming to go with her exhalation. She almost melted into me, the same way Lizzie used to, when she got sleepy – damn it all to hell, why did she keep reminding me of my baby sister as a kid?! I was wearing her lush body all over me – no way in hell Subcommander T’Pol was a child.

No, she was all woman – a passionate woman with glinting eyes that sparked new stirrings in me, too. I ought to let her go, and now. No matter how perfect her Vulcan High-and-Mighty Command said their control was, hers seemed – well, iffy at best, at least where I was concerned. And my own – well, I’d never been known for my self-restraint.

But I couldn’t let go of her when she felt so damned good here in my arms; when she was looking at me like I was the only thing in the universe…

“I don’t know ‘whatever the hell that was’, Trip.” Like a lost little girl – her eyes pleaded with me to believe her. She didn’t move -at least, not until my hips jerked against hers in an aftershock, giving a clear signal of what my body still wanted. Damn physiology – T’Pol’s eyes flashed, and she actually bit her lower lip. She was starting to quiver again, too –

Better do something fast, Tucker, or you’re gonna lose the chance. She needs you to keep your head – aw, hell. I kept forgetting that the damned Suliban crashed a gunbutt into hers. No wonder she looked lost and vulnerable and half ready to undress me on the spot. She wasn’t herself – and we were in deep trouble if I couldn’t help her keep it together until the doctor could put her in that imaging tube of his and check her out -

If we ever made it back to the ship, that is…

What’s next? Will Trip’s body betray him? Will T’Pol surrender to her impulses? How badly was she injured? Will they ever make it back to the ship?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

 

 

WIPpet Wednesday: “Kroykah?”

 

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

Ever feel like you’re riding high, on top of everything, and then – splat! – something topples you back to Earth with a rude and teeth-jarring jolt?

I shut down and restarted my laptop yesterday – and, when I pulled up my Scrivener project to work on revisions for upcoming WIPpets – Tigress T’Pol was gone. Every other story seems to be just fine; but this one is missing – from the binder, and from my Dropbox files. It’s not in my Recycle Bin either- it’s as though it never existed!

So, where I thought I was ready to edit the next several WIPpets, I’ll be re-creating them, instead. It’s not a huge deal; I know what direction I was taking, and the original version is still on my Story-a-Day blog, and I have all the edits up to this point in previous posts. Some of them changed as I was posting, so it’s more up-to-date than the Scrivener file.

There’s a good chance that the new ending will be better than the edits would have been, so this may turn out to have been one of those annoying-but-ultimately positive things. Still, though, I’d love the opinion of a certain Chief Engineer….oh, wait – he’s got his arms extremely full of the Science Officer right now…and they’re both a little busy…

In other news, I had the honor of sharing fellow WIPpeteer Amy Mitchell’s cover reveal and book goodies on Monday. I can’t wait to find out more about Phin and Alex and the sizzling going on between them….!

And one last tidbit before we go back to spying on the interspecies hanky-panky in the cell. I’m taking an online course at FutureLearn Shakespeare and His World. It’s for fun, and also research for Chameleon’s Dish, which will be returning after we reach the end of this story and find out if Trip and T’Pol ever get out of that Suliban lockup, and if Trip manages to practice chivalry with a Vulcan woman who doesn’t quite grasp the concept…

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

For those keeping track:

This is the fourteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 1, 2014.
  • 18 sentences for the day, (10+1+2+0+1+4=18)

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I’ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Fierce Impact. Trip is trying to help T’Pol regain her control, while she seems to have another goal entirely…

Kroykah?” Mercifully, T’Pol stopped moving as she echoed my word, and let go of my fingers, the plasma-current of sharing cutting off almost painfully. “Don’t you desire me?”

She was still flushed and quivering, and her heart beat against my belly, impossibly strong and fast, like she had a hummingbird Godzilla trapped inside her. Her voice was breathily husky, her eyes wide and dilated, but her tone and the almost pleading way she looked at me reminded me of Lizzie when she was little and had gotten in trouble without understanding what she’d done wrong. Damn, was there something twisted in T’Pol reminding me of my baby sister while she was straddling me and still looking so deliciously frenzied?

Instead of thinking about that, I chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose, hoping it wasn’t some Vulcan erogenous zone that would get us right back into trouble again. “Oh, woman, I desire all kinds of things. I’m pretty sure you can feel that for yourself.” She wasn’t moving, anymore, but she was still laying on me; no way she couldn’t tell just how aroused I was. ”But you – you didn’t expect to react this way, did you? It -” I tried to figure out how to say what I’d felt, in the sharing. “It seemed like you were overwhelmed and scared and fighting yourself- and that’s not the way I wanna do this, if we do it.”

T’Pol was coming back to herself, but her eyes were flinching again, focusing on my chin, then somewhere on the wall behind my head, then back, as though she was afraid to really look at me. “Did I – injure you?” It was haardly even a whisper.

I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”

 

 

 

What will T’Pol say? Will she try to pretend nothing happened? Does Trip get to taste his boot again? Find out what’s going on with the unexpected Vulcan in his life? Will T’Pol let him get up, or keep him on the floor a while?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

Coffee and Conversation: Lower Education Cover Reveal!

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while. It’s time for Coffee and Conversation.

When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as important to them as mine was to me.

I wanted to know what those lives were, and to share my own..

Soooo…read any good books lately? I tend to do most of my book reading in the late fall through early spring months, which means I’m currently gearing up for a surge of word-bliss. And, in that vein, today I’m turning this space over to my fellow WIPpeteer, A.M. Leibowitz, to share her coming attraction with us.

It’s lovely to see you here, A.M.! I’ve saved you the best seat in the midst of my lovely chaos; and I see you’ve got your cuppa in hand, so I’ll sit back and read along.

Author bio:

A. M. Leibowitz is a spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. She keeps warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing romantic plot twists and happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, she blogs coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, and her family.

Lower Education
By A. M. Leibowitz

Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
Publication date: November 1, 2014

Cover:

Lower Education Cover

Synopsis:

Phin Patterson is an educational consultant dissatisfied with his job and his life. On a mission to complete one last assignment before escaping his unfulfilling career and figure out what he wants, he accepts a commission from Donald Murdock at the New York State Education Department. Suddenly, he finds himself on his way to evaluate a tiny school in New York’s Southern Tier, not far from the town where he grew up. Now his only goal is to get in, do his job, and get out before anyone from his past remembers him.

That turns out to be easier said than done. Dani Sloane, the sharp-witted administrative assistant to the principal, learns the truth about why Phin is really there. With the help of her friends, she sets out to unmask him and force the local board of education to stop the plans that could ruin their school. Discovering that her sometime-lover is an old business associate of Phin’s only complicates both the situation and their relationship.

Meanwhile, Phin, who has committed himself to keeping his emotional distance, can’t resist the charm of the town and its residents—especially the school psychologist, who turns out to be an old friend he hasn’t seen in over twenty years. While Dani works to take him down and save her school, Phin wrestles with learning how to do the right thing, including telling the truth to the man with whom he’s already falling in love.

 

Phin got out of the car...

Excerpt 1:

Alex spun around and threw his hands in the air. “Why are you still here? Go find someone else to bother.”

“What if I think the information you have is more valuable?” Phin crossed his arms and tilted his head, jutting out his chin.

“And what if I think you’re wasting your time? I have nothing here that would be of interest to you.”

The corner of Phin’s mouth curled upward. “I would say you’re mistaken. There’s plenty here for me to take interest in.” His gaze traveled downward slowly, making Alex feel exposed. Heat spread across his face, followed by a surge of anger. Placing his hands on the table and leaning toward Phin, Alex replied, “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but it won’t work on me. Is this how you’ve handled your other clients?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.”

“All right, you got me.” Phin chuckled softly. He moved in closer and lowered his voice. “I once signed an entire multi-year textbook contract on my appeal alone.” His smile faltered, and he looked away briefly. He snapped his attention back to Alex and narrowed his eyes. “You’re not the most difficult client I’ve ever worked with, though it’s close.”

“I’m not your client. There’s no reason for your behavior.”

Phin licked his lips. “I didn’t make a mistake in the bar the other night.”

Get in a fight with a feather duster?

Excerpt 2:

He pulled out his phone and glanced at it. “Listen, I need to go. Dani, what time do you want me to come over to help Jake draw his display board?”

“Is nine okay? We need to be at the school by eleven to set up, and the fair starts at noon.”

“Sure thing.” He grinned at the group. “Good night, ladies. Alex.” Once again, his face colored just a little when his eyes flicked to Alex. With that, he was off.

Dani watched him go, shaking her head. “Pied piper,” she muttered.

“What?” Eunice asked.

“You know—the pied piper. He got everyone to follow after him, thinking he was solving the town’s rat problem, only then he stole the children.” She laughed. “I’m just being paranoid. Where are the kids? We should get going—long day tomorrow.”

Elegant and sensual dance

Purchase Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lower-Education-M-Leibowitz-ebook/dp/B00NCA48TE/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/473664

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lower-education-a-m-leibowitz/1120325979?ean=2940046149760

 

Phin closed the gap and kissed him

Find me on the Internet:

Web site: http://amleibowitz.com

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Make US feel good steamy

Well, that was quite delicious, A.M – and my coffee’s still steaming! I’m delighted that you stopped by to share, and now I’m even more excited to read the book! =D

WIPpet Wednesday: Fierce Impact

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

Here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

A little pre- October treat – a version of Collide that doesn’t have an embed code, but fits my scene perfectly!

For those keeping track:

This is the thirteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 24, 2014.
  • 24 sentences for the day, and 4 more, from the year, for a total of 28.

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. 

And a little pre-snippet Collision…

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Collision Course. Trip’s pinned beneath a suddenly extremely amorous and insistent T’Pol, who’s got her hand on his zipper…

I managed to catch her hand before she could pull it down – but that only sent that plasma-jolt slamming through us again, and I could feel her- hot and fierce and wanting me in an alien way I didn’t understand. T’Pol made a little cry and started nipping at my lips, moving frantically now, and I groaned as my hips jerked up to meet her downstroke.

But there was something -stunned, almost- way back in her eyes, and dazed fear skittered along the edges of the plasma-fire. Something was wrong; she was resisting, trying to stop herself, and failing…

T’Pol’s shaking fingers traced my ear, my jawline, her nails almost sharp enough to scratch – delicate, and dangerous. And, all the while, her eyes and whatever this energy was said it was all wrong – that she’d been swallowed up by something too big for her to control.

Damn, but I wanted to give in to the force of her sensual onslaught,  and pretend I couldn’t feel how scared she was. But not like this; she wasn’t ready, and I knew it. I managed to get my mouth away from her long enough to gasp, “T’Pol – we gotta stop, while I still can…” And damn sure I wouldn’t be able to, if she kept this up much longer.

Was this what sex was like, for Vulcans – or was it the blow to the head, or the stress of working with humans, or something about me and her? And, how the hell was I supposed to stop her, when she had me pinned down, and my own body was on her side, my hips jerking in rhythm with hers – and she didn’t even respond to what I’d said?

Suddenly, I had a whole new interest in Vulcan mating protocols – and I hoped to hell I could figure it out soon, before –

No. Not gonna let that happen – not like this. You’re an engineer, Trip – work the problem. The curvy, passionate, pointed-eared problem. The sexy-as-hell problem who’s scaring herself silly – ”T’Pol, how do I shut you down, when I can’t out-power you?,” I whispered, and tried to get the thought into her head, through our clasped fingers.

Her answer wasn’t in words – she didn’t seem able to speak, only to nibble at my neck, panting, her body surging into mine, over and over.   But there was something waiting in her eyes and the connection between us; she maybe couldn’t talk or stop herself, but maybe she could listen, and understand. The Vulcan word she’d used before flashed into my mind -the one that meant ‘stop’. I’d have to get my mouth free long enough to say it, though- and for that, I needed a distraction. One of her ears was close enough, and, as I traced it with a finger of my free hand, T’Pol gasped sharply, quivering into the touch, and lost hold of my lips. I willed her to see me, hear me, understand me, and said, as firmly as I could with the constant friction between us, “Mmmn -T’Pol -Kroykaa -”

Dance, spar, collide, spar…REPEAT!

Will T’Pol stop? Can she? How does Trip respond to his crash course in Vulcan mating protocols? What impact will this have on their professional – and personal – relationship?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

A not too spoilery, very cute bit from early in Season 3.