Okay, I'm a day early, but I'm excited, aren't you? In keeping with the holiday, a few of us talked about posting Halloween Stories involving characters from our current WIP (Work In Progress). Here is mine, introducing Norah Cartright, a young witch/Tarot card reader, and Tristan Byrnes, a lone wolf shapeshifter, from Aces Down.
"Trick or treat?" asked a familiar voice in
Norah's ear.
Trying to keep her expression neutral, Norah turned from
watching a guy in a Wookie suit doing shots with a Vampira wannabe to face the
hot guy from Byrnes' Bikes. Yow! She
had to stop and blink once before she burst out laughing.
Tristan Byrnes smiled. "Do you have an apple for the
teacher, young lady?"
In a tweed suit and wire-rimmed glasses, he looked like a
college co-ed's wet dream. Wavy brown hair fell across his forehead and over
the frames making her fingers practically itch to push it back. A striped shirt
and bow tie peeked out above the matching vest. The suit had an appropriately
rumpled look but could not disguise Tristan's broad shoulders and chest. Norah snapped
her gaze back up to his amazing green eyes and tried not to blush. Yeah, he
would have fit the role very nicely.
Meanwhile, his own gaze traveled over her costume with a
rapid but thorough sweep that left her a bit breathless. One corner of his
mouth quirked up. She'd been a little worried about the outfit, but he seemed
to approve of her flirty schoolgirl ensemble complete with a skirt so short she
didn't dare sit down, white thigh-highs, and shiny Mary Janes she's picked up
at the thrift store.
She scrambled to retrieve her wandering thoughts and tried
out a perky smile complete with a Valley Girl head tilt. "Will it get me a
better grade, prof?"
Tristan's smile broadened into a grin and a wink.
"Depends."
A shout burst out from behind her and Tristan's gaze shifted
over her shoulder. He frowned and reached out to cup her elbow. "Why don't
we go find some place a little quieter to discuss my grading scale?"
Norah's skin tingled where his fingers touched her elbow and
she bit back a gasp. His aura was stronger than she expected and his warm
energy flowed around her like a blanket. As a witch, she was used to the
occasionally zing from contact with other paranormals, but this was a man with
a lot of power.
She let him lead her back toward the front room where the
majority of Alison's guests were dancing. She directed a fine tendril of
awareness through the contact with his hand and received an image of fur and
teeth. A wolf!
She'd suspected something like it from her first day at
Josie's Java. As soon as he'd pushed open the door of the coffee shop, her
personal wards had sparked in recognition of someone "other." And
their slowly developed pattern of increasingly flirtatious chatter every
morning had gotten to the point that Josie had insisted they meet.
"My party will be perfect!" Josie had declared.
She'd ticked off her reasons on her fingers. "One, neutral ground. Two,
mutually unfamiliar ground. Three, easy exit strategies. What's not to
love?" She peered over her dollar store reading glasses at Norah and
winked. "Finally, plenty of libations to ease the nerves."
"How do you know he'll come?" Norah asked, too
honest to deny being interested.
"He always comes. It's a neighborhood tradition and,
despite his biker vibe, Tristan is very traditional." Josie smiled.
Now, as they skirted the edges of the crowd, Norah saw Josie
give a little nod, though whether it was for her or for Tristan, Norah wasn't
sure.
"Wanna dance?" he asked.
Josie had pushed all her living room furniture to the walls,
leaving a dance space larger than some clubs boasted. The music was smooth and
slow, the sultry voice of a local songstress belting out a Patsy Cline song.
Couples swayed back and forth, talking in low voices or snugged up close.
Norah hesitated for a moment. Slow dancing was so intimate
and she didn't know how she felt about being so close so quickly. He evidently
took her silence for acceptance, taking her hand and giving her a slow spin out
into the space. However, when she faced him, he slid his other arm around her
waist, not too close, and his other hand shifted into a traditional hold. The
space he created between them helped ease her comfort level and she followed
his lead easily as he moved them into the middle of the crowd.
All too aware of his hand on the small of her back, Norah
tried to keep her pulse and her breathing even. Every morning, across the
counter, she'd noticed his aftershave, something spicy and a little woodsy. Up
close it was even nicer.
"You're a good dancer," she said, trying to keep
it light.
He looked down at her, that crooked smile tugging at
something in her chest. "You're a good partner."
They circled slowly for a few moments before he continued.
"I've been wondering. Among other things, I noticed you've got a bit of a
southern accent. What brought you way out here to Seattle?"
"Stretching my wings I guess," she answered.
"I was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia, but most recently, after my
mother died, I was living with my Aunt Mattie in Arizona."
He frowned. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
Norah nodded, taking a moment to swallow the lump in her
throat. "Thanks. Anyway, I decided I wanted to see some more of the
country and after a few months, I ended up here." She shrugged.
"Seemed like a good place to stop."
He smiled. "I'm glad you did." He held her gaze
for a few moments, enough to make her feel as if she were sinking into that
green gaze, before he looked away.
Despite her mother's warnings about the dangers of witches
mixing with other paranormals, Norah couldn't deny that there was something
about Tristan Byrnes that called to her. Something that resonated with her,
despite her efforts to keep her focus strictly light and friendly.
While the music continued and dancers shifted around them, Norah
and Tristan exchanged life stories in bits and pieces, feeling out similarities
and differences. She'd been raised by her mother since her father died in a car
accident. He'd been raised by a single dad when his mother left for parts
unknown. She'd gotten her Bachelor's Degree in English, he'd taken some night
courses. He'd started his own business repairing motorcycles and had grown
enough that now he left repairs to his general mechanic so he could spend his
time customizing bikes. She'd worked one job after another, not finding
anything that fit, nothing that held her interest. They both loved Italian and
Indian food, but neither one had any patience for diet food or drinks.
The conversation far outlasted the slow dance music and
they'd adjourned, with a couple of beers, to a couch on the edge of the room.
Tristan gallantly surrendered his coat to provide Norah a little extra coverage
when they sat down and the residual warmth felt wonderful as she curled her
legs up beneath it.
Norah enjoyed listening to his baritone voice as the back
and forth exchange of life stories continued through the remainder of the night.
He had a habit of absent-mindedly shoving back that flop of hair, but it always,
fell back over his glasses.
She took one opportunity to ask. "Are they real glasses
or fakes?"
He grinned and pulled them off to hand to her. "Fake. I
got them at the costume store."
She peered through them and nodded. She would have been
surprised to find a shapeshifter with less than perfect vision. Imagine a
near-sighted wolf. Wouldn't last long.
She handed them back. "Wondered. since I'd never seen you wearing them
before."
"Trick or Treat!" Josie called, walking into the
room and tossing candy around. "Why should the kids have all the
fun!" She strolled past the couch and tossed some mini-candy bars in their
laps. "Enjoy." When she crossed behind Tristan, she gave Norah a
thumbs-up and continued on her way.
"What?" he asked, noticing her smile.
She shook her head. "Nothing." She scooped up a
few candy bars and held them out. "Trade. You mentioned you didn't like
peanut butter and I love those."
"Works for me." He plucked them out of her hand
and dropped his candy in hers. He set them aside and slid the fake glasses into
his pocket. "Listen, I was wondering. Would you like to go out to dinner
some time. I know a good Indian restaurant."
Delighted, she nodded. "I'd like that."
Choruses of good-byes floated from the front hall and he
glanced around. "Looks like the party's breaking up."
Startled, Norah realized they were now practically the last
folks in the room. Where had the evening gone? She pushed her feet to the floor
and sat up. "Wow! I didn't mean to monopolize you all evening. Sorry."
He gave her another lopsided smile. "I'm not." He
stood up and held out his hand. "Walk you to your car?"
She put her hand in his and he pulled her to her feet so
fast, she staggered. For a moment, she stood, her hand against his chest to
balance herself, her gaze locked with his, and her heart doing strange gymnastic
feats in her chest.
"Sorry," he said. "Sometimes I forget my own
strength." But the look in his eye was far from sorry.
Norah stepped back and handed him his suit jacket.
"Thanks for the loan."
Like everyone else, their outdoor coats were piled on
Josie's bed. He held her trench coat for her and then dragged his leather
jacket over his suit. At the door, Josie gave Norah a tight hug.
"Good work," she whispered into Norah's ear.
Knowing how sharp paranormal hearing was, Norah felt her
face grow warm, but she just squeezed Josie and stood back so Josie could give
Tristan his own hug.
"Thanks for coming," she said as they walked down
the front steps to the sidewalk.
Tristan glanced up and down the street. "Where's your
car?"
Norah waved a hand up the street. "A few blocks that
way. Did you ride your bike?"
"Naw. Walked. I just live a few blocks over."
They walked the two blocks to her car in a comfortable silence,
the sounds of the city filling the spaces. When they reached her mustang, she
pulled out her keys, pressing the key fob to unlock the driver door.
"Thanks for walking me to my car," she said. She
paused, uncertain whether she should offer to shake his hand, but he stepped
closer.
"My pleasure." He looked down at her for a moment.
What the hell. She
lifted her face to his and he quickly leaned down, his hand reaching up to cup
her face as his lips touched hers.
His mouth was firm and warm against her lips, the pressure
gentle, undemanding. However, gentle as it was, it ignited something warm and
liquid inside Norah. She opened her lips just enough to touch the tip of her
tongue to his bottom lip and, recognizing the touch for the invitation it was,
he deepened his kiss. His hand shifted the back of her head, gently guiding her
to a position that gave him better access to her mouth. His tongue slid across
the surface of her lips and then between them to tangle with hers.
He tasted of beer and something a little spicy, pepperminty,
and she matched his explorations with explorations of her own. Her hands slid
up to his shoulders, to his hair. She wove her fingers through the soft lengths
and a sound rumbled through his chest again. His kiss deepened and her body
responded, pressing herself along the length of his.
He lifted his head slightly and she opened her eyes to find
him smiling at her. "Nice."
She nodded. "Nice."
He paused and pushed some hair out of her eyes. "You
know, I wasn't sure what I expected from seeing you tonight, but I wouldn't be honest
if I didn't say I was hoping for something like this."
Norah's cheeks grew warm and she glanced aside for a moment
before returning his gently questioning gaze. "Then it's a good thing I
was kind of hoping the same thing." She leaned forward, her mouth a breath
away from his, her gaze locked on his. "I'd say this might be one of my
favorite Halloween trick or treats."
He shook his head, his lips brushing across hers. "No
trick, just treats."
I hope you enjoyed meeting Norah and Tristan and seeing how they met. My WIP, Aces Down, picks up their story a few years (and one terrible event) later.
Denise Golinowski is a reader and writer of fantasy and romance. Her first enovella, The Festival of the Flowers: The Courtesan and the Scholar is available now through the Wild Rose Press. Her second enovella, Collector's Item will also be published by The Wild Rose Press in 2013. You can also visit her blog at Golinowski's Gambol.
I hope you enjoyed meeting Norah and Tristan and seeing how they met. My WIP, Aces Down, picks up their story a few years (and one terrible event) later.
Denise Golinowski is a reader and writer of fantasy and romance. Her first enovella, The Festival of the Flowers: The Courtesan and the Scholar is available now through the Wild Rose Press. Her second enovella, Collector's Item will also be published by The Wild Rose Press in 2013. You can also visit her blog at Golinowski's Gambol.
