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And it was here. In this simple bedroom, lit by the filtered light of the moon, in this young woman’s face: a beauty so rare, and so pure that for long seconds I could do nothing more than marvel, and be humbled by the gift of her love that she had given me.
Kelsey’s Korner Blog
March, 19th.
Jonah and Caroline at a bar.
“Don’t do that,” I said softly, but there was steel in my words. “Don’t cover your leg. The dress has fallen off your thigh, and I like the fact that other men in the bar can see the soft silk of your skin.”
Caroline nodded obediently. I could tell she was aroused, but she had been trained in obedience and part of her training had been for her to act in a demure manner unless ordered otherwise. This was a rare opportunity for the exhibitionist within her to be given life.
She swung on her bar stool, turning to face the crowded, smoke-filled room properly. There was jazz music playing in the background and she caught the beat of the music and it seemed to resonate within her; she leaned away languidly and arched her spine. The move was natural, and yet in doing so her breasts thrust out hard against the fabric of her dress. I watched her face closely: the idea of being on display aroused her, and I ran my eyes across the faces of the men in the crowd, seeing a glint of hunger in the way they stared at her.
Kelsey’s Korner Blog
March, 19th.
Jonah seeing Leticia across the room for the first time since she walked out of his life.
Time stopped.
There she was – there across the room. I felt the beat of my heart quicken, and a sudden tight fist seemed to seize my chest and squeeze it.
I held my breath. Leticia came into the room holding a wine glass, with an older man beside her. She was wearing a dark blue dress that hung low to the ground so that her shoes peeped from beneath the hem of the fabric with every step she took.
She looked beautiful – she seemed to glide across the carpet like love in motion, and I stood frozen as I watched her move amongst the crowd, laughing brightly, but the sound seeming artificial and forced in my ears.
I backed away a pace, made to leave the room, but the crowd was thick around me as well-wishers sought to catch my attention, steal just a moment of my time. But I only had eyes for one woman.
And then she saw me…
Kelsey’s Korner Blog
March, 19th.
Jonah and Leticia waking up together.
I lay perfectly still and gloated over her, aching to reach out, but denying myself and making the exquisite moment of anticipation linger until the ache to touch her was so fierce so as to be almost unbearable.
Perhaps she sensed me, perhaps some instinct told her that I was watching her. Her eyes fluttered and she came awake dreamily, stirring beneath the satin sheet and arching her back voluptuously.
I traced the tip of my finger across her cheek and she seemed to come instantly alive to me. Leticia’s eyes swam into focus and there was tenderness and loving in her expression. She sighed contentedly, and then there was a purr in the back of her throat filled with a more urgent, primitive meaning. I took her in my arms, bowed my head over hers, and stared deeply into her eyes for the longest time, until she finally lifted her face to mine, and I kissed her with a passion and hunger that I had never felt before.
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March, 19th.
Jonah and Leticia out in the rain.
The rain fell in a soft grey curtain, misting the distant buildings and seeming to wrap itself around us so that, for a moment, it was just Leticia and I, walking together in a soft grey haze, removed from the world around us.
“I love you, Jonah,” Leticia said suddenly, stopping and turning to stare up into my face. Raindrops hung from her eyelashes like sparkling little jewels, and she shook them away and blinked. She shivered – perhaps from the damp – perhaps from nerves. I stared down into her beautiful face, and reached out with my hand to cup her chin so that she couldn’t look away.
I smiled. I looked past her shoulder and saw grey shapes looming out of the mist as people came from out of the distance and rushed past us on the sidewalk. I waited until they had passed, and until Leticia and I were alone again.
All alone.
“I have something to tell you,” I said softly. “Something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a very long time, Leticia. Something that just can’t wait to be said for a single moment longer…”
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March, 19th.
Jonah and his father.
“You’re not my son.”
I’ll never forget those words, or the venom in the way the old man’s voice cracked like a whip as he stood by the firelight, his frail body ravaged by disease, but his eyes still blazing fiercely.
“What do you mean? You disown me?”
The Old Man shook his head, and his laugh became mocking. Then suddenly he coughed and his whole body was wracked with pain. “I mean you’re not mine. You’re not a real Noble. You were adopted.”
I glared for long seconds, and felt the world I had known all my life suddenly tilt off its axis. I felt my mind reeling, felt everything around me begin to mist as the walls around me seemed to close in tight.
Then I got mad.
“Fuck you!” I said. “And fuck the Noble name.” I felt my hands clench into fists, and the anger fizzed the blood in my veins. “I might not be a Noble, but I’m a man – a better man than you ever were. You think you hurt me just then, by telling me I’m not your son? You old fool – you liberated me! You set me free of all this bullshit.”
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March, 19th.
Jonah Noble watches Leticia put on make up.
She stood before the mirror and made a pouting face, pursing her lips and holding lipstick up to her face. Then she saw me in the reflection of the mirror and she turned shyly.
“Can’t a girl have a moment of privacy?”
I shook my head and folded my arms, leaning in the doorway, watching her from a distance. “Leticia, I like to look at you. I like to watch you – the way you move, the gestures you make. You have a beautiful innocence about you that I can’t get enough of.”
“Even when I’m putting on make up?” She laughed, and it was a throaty chuckle that sounded fresh and alive with the energy of her.
“You don’t need make up,” I said. “You have rare natural beauty. You shouldn’t hide who you are behind a mask of cosmetics. And you should never wear red lipstick.”
Leticia looked bemused. “I like red.”
I smiled. “In ancient times women would paint their lips red to simulate the red fleshy colour of their aroused pussy. It was a subconscious way of attracting men. It said, loud and clear to all the men, that the woman was in a state of arousal. That’s why red lipstick to this day is associated with sex and sensuality.”
Leticia blinked, then frowned, then looked aghast. “Oh, hell. Really?” She dropped the tube of lipstick like it was suddenly burning hot.
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March, 19th.
Jonah Noble meets Jason Luke.
I knew it was him. I knew it instantly.
He was standing on the far side of the room, a man in his forties. He was maybe six feet tall, maybe an inch less. He had brown hair, turning grey and he looked like he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days. He was standing beside a beautiful young woman who was probably only half his age.
It was Jason Luke, author of ‘Interview with a Master’.
I strode across the room, feeling my anger rising with every step. We didn’t shake hands. The man had dark eyes. He looked like he was in reasonable shape. I nodded politely to his young girlfriend, and then turned on him.
“You son of a bitch,” I snarled. “I’ve heard all the phone interviews you have been giving. You’re telling people that you don’t know if I’m going to live or die in the sequel!”
Jason Luke nodded at me cal
mly. “That’s right,” he said in an Australian accent. “You got a problem with that?”
“Yeah,” I growled. “I’ve got a big problem with that – and so have a lot of readers.”
Luke shook his head and stared at me like he was suddenly sad, or maybe disappointed. “I am a reflection of you, Jonah. Characters are supposed to come alive to their writers and make their voices heard. It’s not up to me to decide if you live or die in the sequel… it’s up to you. So if you want to live through the second book, start acting like you want to live – and find something worth living for instead of waiting to die.”
THAT WAS GREAT FUN!!!!!
A note from Jason:
This was the first time a reader had suggested the idea of me interacting with my characters and becoming part of the scene itself. As soon as I saw this suggestion posted, I seized on it straight away – because it appealed to my wicked sense of humor. In the weeks ahead, these scenes where reality and fiction collided proved to be the most popular paragraphs of all.
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