SPF goodness!
Getting my hormones in order has really helped my writing. Case in point, this!
“We’ve got a cold one,” Dr. Dunn happily proclaimed as he poked his head into his office. He smiled at the figure sitting there with her quite pretty nose stuck in a book. The Louisville ME leaned against his doorway as a pair of huge dark green eyes blinked up at him and freckled cheeks blushed ever so slightly.
With curly gorgeous red hair pulled back in a strict French braid, a heart shaped face with high cheek bones, a determined chin, pert freckled covered nose and a mouth where the lower lip was plumper than the top, Amanda Wallace was enough to drive most men mad. The soon to be fourth year med student worked as his assistant full time in the summer and whenever he asked and she could spare the time during the school year. Even after working with him for almost four years, Amanda was still a conundrum to the ME.
“Sorry Dr. Dunn, I was reading,” she said in her soft, somewhat Scottish accented voice as she put down her book. He tilted his head and studied the painting of naked Celts swabbed in mud and blue paint on the cover. She marked her place in her book with her Harry Potter book mark, the same one she’d had since she started working with him none the less, and stood up.
He grinned and replied, “What’s new about that?”
“Well, you know I love reading, Dr. Dunn,” she said with a smile as she grabbed her lab coat and slid into it.
As they fell into step, he asked, “So, what has caught our Amanda’s interest now?”
“Celtic history,” she said with a quick, eager grin, “I’m taking some classes on European History next semester for social studies credits and thought I’d brush up on the subject.”
Dunn’s eyes flickered over her as he asked, “Or brushing up on the family tree?”
“That too. Da use to tell me all sorts of wild stories and I wanna see if any of them are true,” she answered with a giggle.
They reached the elevator doors and he hit the down button. With a roguish grin, he asked, “So, ready to go down in the dungeon?”
“Always, just as long as you don’t play that awful music,” she said as she stuck her tongue out and made a tiny face.
Dunn pouted at her as the door opened and she brushed into the metal box. He followed her and stated, “Cradle of Filth is awesome and you know it.”
“No, Nightwish is awesome but Cradle of Filth causes cranial damage and ruptures the ear drum,” she bantered back as she hit the basement level button.
Dunn snorted, “Better than your Evanesence.”
“I happen to like Evanesence,” Amanda said stuffily.
Dunn rolled his eyes and said, “They’re wanna-be Nightwish clones that were good for Gothic emo angst when you were a kid.”
“I was never an emo kid,” Amanda retorted with a grin.
Dunn waggled his eyebrows at her and mused, “I bet you always had your nose stuck in a book.”
Amanda’s smile was wiry as she replied, “Oh, something like that.”
The button flashed and the elevator dinged as the door lurched open. They peered down the darkened corridor. Down here it was twenty degrees cooler than the balmy 85 degrees his office air conditioner managed to fight during the freakish Ohio River Valley summers.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Amanda asked, “So, what’s the stiff today?”
“Vampire victim,” Dunn said as he waggled his fingers at her as he loomed above her, “Catholic school girl drained dry.”
Amanda blanched even paler than her normal Celtic coloring as her hand began to twist the ever present silver Celtic cross around her neck. She looked at him with enormous eyes before scowling. “That’s not funny, Joel.”
Dunn grimaced as he ran a hand through his greying spiky dark hair. He said softly, “It was a vampire attack. Sorry.”
“Why everyone holds such fascination for vampires is beyond me,” Amanda said stiffly as she pushed open the door to the first autopsy theater.
Dunn cleared his throat and weakly offered, “They’re kinda romantic?”
“They drink blood from others to exist. They’re dead. Religious items repel them. They’re parasitic corpses who drink living people’s blood to continue their wretched existence. They can’t create and all they do is destroy,” Amanda sneered as she swept into the autopsy theater.
Dunn bit his lip and winched. He replied, “You know, there are good vampires.”
“Please that’s just some romantic notion that people came up with to defang the bogeyman. Vampires are evil. Just are werewolves,” she said as she spun around to the metal gurney.
“Yikes, someone’s kinda close minded,” a jovial male voice said from the doorway, causing both doctor and assistant to turn.
******
“Please, that’s just some romantic notion that people came up with to defang the bogeyman. Vampires are evil. Just are werewolves,” the redheaded human proclaimed with an angry spin to the shrouded body in the center of the room.
Brandon winched but said cheerfully, “Yikes, someone’s kinda closed minded.”
The spiky haired doctor and the redheaded female spun around to face Brandon and Quinn. Quinn smirked just a tiny bit at Brandon and slightly shook his head. Brandon mouthed, What? Quinn shook his head again.
“Dr. Joel Dunn?” Quinn said as he flipped his NYPD badge at the ME.
The redhead frowned and said, “That’s an NYPD badge. This is Louisville, Kentucky.”
“Detective Quinn Frost, I presume,” Dr. Dunn said as he offered his hand to Quinn with a broad smile.
Quinn took the dark haired man’s hand and shook it briefly with a nod. He answered, “Yeah.”
Brandon explained, “We haven’t gotten our SPF badges yet. I’m Brandon Night.”
“Ah, the werewolf hunter, I’ve seen you on the news,” Dr. Dunn replied with a tiny nod as he held out his hand to him.
Brandon took it with a grin and shook it hardily. He said, “Thanks man, nice to meet you.”
“And the seething pretty thing to my left is Amanda Wallace, she’s a third year med student and the best assistant I’ve ever had,” Dr. Dunn said with a grand gesture as he let Brandon’s hand go.
Quinn nodded at the redhead and she returned the gesture. Brandon, however, extended his hand to her. He smiled and said, “Sorry about the close minded comment, and I gotta admit you’re right about the werewolves. I’m Brandon.”
Amanda turned to him and placed her hand in his. She looked up and Brandon looked down at her. He met crystalline dark green eyes, and his chest tightened as breath caught in his throat.
She smelled like roses.
And leather and brisk air before a storm. Heady, rich and intoxicating. He needed to bury his head in those garnet red curls and inhale deeply. His body caught aflame, becoming over sensitive and full of raging desire unlike he’d never felt before. In turns he felt swollen and bursting in his own skin with the sheer urge as he met those dark forest eyes.
He heard the draw as her breath caught as well. Her breasts rose and fell under the thin teal fabric of her scrub top, tightening the fabric exquisitely. Her scent changed, grew muskier as her hand still rested in his. Her rosette mouth opened as a tiny gasp escaped it.
Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine MINE, his instincts screamed within him. Grab her, bend her over and push myself in her until I’ve marked her from within. His hand gripped hers and she took a step closer. She watched him with those smoky green eyes as her breath caught.
He looked his mate over from her curling red hair, the ripe swell of her breasts, the curves of her hips, the lean lines of her legs that seemed to go on forever and the strong shape of her arms. He inhaled her scent again, that intoxicating mix of roses, leather, wind and storm. Warmth flowed from her and into him.
What’s going on here? A voice whispered within his mind. Beautiful, lilting and lyrical. He closed his eyes and wanted to hear more of that mental voice.
What are you doing to me? Stop. Stop it. Sharp acidic tang like metal spiked through the warm scents of his mate. He opened his eyes as the metallic scent of fear invaded his nostrils. He frowned and looked at the wide now fearful eyes of his mate.
Fucking hell.
He dropped her hand. She took a step back. Quinn was talking to Dr. Dunn about something, getting his attention away from him and his mate.
Amanda Wallace.
His Chosen Mate was a damned human.
Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk.
Yep, I'm just a big romantic. XD
“We’ve got a cold one,” Dr. Dunn happily proclaimed as he poked his head into his office. He smiled at the figure sitting there with her quite pretty nose stuck in a book. The Louisville ME leaned against his doorway as a pair of huge dark green eyes blinked up at him and freckled cheeks blushed ever so slightly.
With curly gorgeous red hair pulled back in a strict French braid, a heart shaped face with high cheek bones, a determined chin, pert freckled covered nose and a mouth where the lower lip was plumper than the top, Amanda Wallace was enough to drive most men mad. The soon to be fourth year med student worked as his assistant full time in the summer and whenever he asked and she could spare the time during the school year. Even after working with him for almost four years, Amanda was still a conundrum to the ME.
“Sorry Dr. Dunn, I was reading,” she said in her soft, somewhat Scottish accented voice as she put down her book. He tilted his head and studied the painting of naked Celts swabbed in mud and blue paint on the cover. She marked her place in her book with her Harry Potter book mark, the same one she’d had since she started working with him none the less, and stood up.
He grinned and replied, “What’s new about that?”
“Well, you know I love reading, Dr. Dunn,” she said with a smile as she grabbed her lab coat and slid into it.
As they fell into step, he asked, “So, what has caught our Amanda’s interest now?”
“Celtic history,” she said with a quick, eager grin, “I’m taking some classes on European History next semester for social studies credits and thought I’d brush up on the subject.”
Dunn’s eyes flickered over her as he asked, “Or brushing up on the family tree?”
“That too. Da use to tell me all sorts of wild stories and I wanna see if any of them are true,” she answered with a giggle.
They reached the elevator doors and he hit the down button. With a roguish grin, he asked, “So, ready to go down in the dungeon?”
“Always, just as long as you don’t play that awful music,” she said as she stuck her tongue out and made a tiny face.
Dunn pouted at her as the door opened and she brushed into the metal box. He followed her and stated, “Cradle of Filth is awesome and you know it.”
“No, Nightwish is awesome but Cradle of Filth causes cranial damage and ruptures the ear drum,” she bantered back as she hit the basement level button.
Dunn snorted, “Better than your Evanesence.”
“I happen to like Evanesence,” Amanda said stuffily.
Dunn rolled his eyes and said, “They’re wanna-be Nightwish clones that were good for Gothic emo angst when you were a kid.”
“I was never an emo kid,” Amanda retorted with a grin.
Dunn waggled his eyebrows at her and mused, “I bet you always had your nose stuck in a book.”
Amanda’s smile was wiry as she replied, “Oh, something like that.”
The button flashed and the elevator dinged as the door lurched open. They peered down the darkened corridor. Down here it was twenty degrees cooler than the balmy 85 degrees his office air conditioner managed to fight during the freakish Ohio River Valley summers.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Amanda asked, “So, what’s the stiff today?”
“Vampire victim,” Dunn said as he waggled his fingers at her as he loomed above her, “Catholic school girl drained dry.”
Amanda blanched even paler than her normal Celtic coloring as her hand began to twist the ever present silver Celtic cross around her neck. She looked at him with enormous eyes before scowling. “That’s not funny, Joel.”
Dunn grimaced as he ran a hand through his greying spiky dark hair. He said softly, “It was a vampire attack. Sorry.”
“Why everyone holds such fascination for vampires is beyond me,” Amanda said stiffly as she pushed open the door to the first autopsy theater.
Dunn cleared his throat and weakly offered, “They’re kinda romantic?”
“They drink blood from others to exist. They’re dead. Religious items repel them. They’re parasitic corpses who drink living people’s blood to continue their wretched existence. They can’t create and all they do is destroy,” Amanda sneered as she swept into the autopsy theater.
Dunn bit his lip and winched. He replied, “You know, there are good vampires.”
“Please that’s just some romantic notion that people came up with to defang the bogeyman. Vampires are evil. Just are werewolves,” she said as she spun around to the metal gurney.
“Yikes, someone’s kinda close minded,” a jovial male voice said from the doorway, causing both doctor and assistant to turn.
******
“Please, that’s just some romantic notion that people came up with to defang the bogeyman. Vampires are evil. Just are werewolves,” the redheaded human proclaimed with an angry spin to the shrouded body in the center of the room.
Brandon winched but said cheerfully, “Yikes, someone’s kinda closed minded.”
The spiky haired doctor and the redheaded female spun around to face Brandon and Quinn. Quinn smirked just a tiny bit at Brandon and slightly shook his head. Brandon mouthed, What? Quinn shook his head again.
“Dr. Joel Dunn?” Quinn said as he flipped his NYPD badge at the ME.
The redhead frowned and said, “That’s an NYPD badge. This is Louisville, Kentucky.”
“Detective Quinn Frost, I presume,” Dr. Dunn said as he offered his hand to Quinn with a broad smile.
Quinn took the dark haired man’s hand and shook it briefly with a nod. He answered, “Yeah.”
Brandon explained, “We haven’t gotten our SPF badges yet. I’m Brandon Night.”
“Ah, the werewolf hunter, I’ve seen you on the news,” Dr. Dunn replied with a tiny nod as he held out his hand to him.
Brandon took it with a grin and shook it hardily. He said, “Thanks man, nice to meet you.”
“And the seething pretty thing to my left is Amanda Wallace, she’s a third year med student and the best assistant I’ve ever had,” Dr. Dunn said with a grand gesture as he let Brandon’s hand go.
Quinn nodded at the redhead and she returned the gesture. Brandon, however, extended his hand to her. He smiled and said, “Sorry about the close minded comment, and I gotta admit you’re right about the werewolves. I’m Brandon.”
Amanda turned to him and placed her hand in his. She looked up and Brandon looked down at her. He met crystalline dark green eyes, and his chest tightened as breath caught in his throat.
She smelled like roses.
And leather and brisk air before a storm. Heady, rich and intoxicating. He needed to bury his head in those garnet red curls and inhale deeply. His body caught aflame, becoming over sensitive and full of raging desire unlike he’d never felt before. In turns he felt swollen and bursting in his own skin with the sheer urge as he met those dark forest eyes.
He heard the draw as her breath caught as well. Her breasts rose and fell under the thin teal fabric of her scrub top, tightening the fabric exquisitely. Her scent changed, grew muskier as her hand still rested in his. Her rosette mouth opened as a tiny gasp escaped it.
Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine MINE, his instincts screamed within him. Grab her, bend her over and push myself in her until I’ve marked her from within. His hand gripped hers and she took a step closer. She watched him with those smoky green eyes as her breath caught.
He looked his mate over from her curling red hair, the ripe swell of her breasts, the curves of her hips, the lean lines of her legs that seemed to go on forever and the strong shape of her arms. He inhaled her scent again, that intoxicating mix of roses, leather, wind and storm. Warmth flowed from her and into him.
What’s going on here? A voice whispered within his mind. Beautiful, lilting and lyrical. He closed his eyes and wanted to hear more of that mental voice.
What are you doing to me? Stop. Stop it. Sharp acidic tang like metal spiked through the warm scents of his mate. He opened his eyes as the metallic scent of fear invaded his nostrils. He frowned and looked at the wide now fearful eyes of his mate.
Fucking hell.
He dropped her hand. She took a step back. Quinn was talking to Dr. Dunn about something, getting his attention away from him and his mate.
Amanda Wallace.
His Chosen Mate was a damned human.
Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk.
Yep, I'm just a big romantic. XD