Free Huntress by Nicole Hamlett Page A

have liked thinking about what mine would be. Grace Murphy, defender of the downtrodden! Snarking one villain at a time with her acerbic wit and pointy boobs!  If there was going to be super-natural mojo involved in my life, the least I could ask for was non-sagging boobs.
    I shoved the pencil into a wound up snarl of hair and tapped my nails against the keyboard. I needed a seduction scene because you couldn’t have a romance without the, uh… romance.
    Mitchell ran his fingertips across Rosalinda’s arm. Her flesh tingled at his touch but she stubbornly turned away. He knew that he would need to push past her barriers if she was ever to be his. But how would he ever grow a penis the size of the tallest mountain to tempt her ?
    Yeah, this obviously wasn't working.  If it didn't seem like such a cop out, I'd have used a sex scene from one of my earlier books.
    A discreet cough caught my attention and I turned to see Drew framed by light in my doorway. He had his arms folded across his chest and was leaning on the jamb, relaxed.  I wondered if he was posing for me as the light played through his hair, giving him some kind of angelic halo.
    “I don’t think that a woman needs a mountainous cock to overcome her virginal fears, Grace.”
    I blushed again, dipping my head to hide my embarrassment.
    He pushed off the jamb and strode towards the desk to lean across my chair and read the words on the screen. He smelled like the outdoors and sunshine mixed with an aphrodisiac cocktail and I forced myself not to breathe in too deeply.
    La La La La La! Blanking out your mind is harder than you could imagine. I just needed to get laid. I wouldn’t be acting and thinking like a puberty ridden teenage boy if I weren’t cloistering myself.
    Laughter filled his voice. “We’ll work on your mental blocks tomorrow.”
    “Thanks,” I said with real gratitude. “Could you just try blocking me out for now?”
    “Sure. You’ve been stuck in this place for some time now. Is there any way I can help you?”
    He was sadistic. “Not unless you want to write it, no.” I ground out.
    “I could do that,” was the reply that I got before he pushed my chair out of the way, bent over the keyboard and started typing.
    I rolled a few feet over the hardwood floor before coming to a stop. “I didn’t really mean it.”
    “It’s perfectly ok. You need to finish this book and I’ve had a lot of practice at seduction. I can step in for you and you can clean up any grammar or syntax. This may take a bit if you have something else you need to do.”
    “Uh, ok. Thanks Drew.”
    “Sure, no problem. Oh, and I like the Medusa look. It’s great on you.”
    My forehead furrowed in confusion until his hand came up and patted his head. Realization dawned on me as I copied him and felt the pencils coiled in ropes of my hair. Good Lord, I was never going to last a single day without getting embarrassed around this man.
    I pulled the pencils out of my hair, shoved them into a cabinet and ran out of the room as quickly as I could. I could hear him chuckling as I fled. My embarrassment turned to annoyance, which made me feel infinitely better.
    Walking down the hallway towards the living room, I ran my hands over the pictures of Dylan. He was smiling in all of them. I grinned at the ones where he was trying to find his “smile,” the dorky gap toothed ones and the one where he was holding me down and tickling me.
    Being a parent is rough. I was torn between relief - he would live a normal life with children and happiness - and sorrow for knowing that one day I would stand at his grave.  You want the best for them, always.  Knowing that I wouldn't be able to choose for him was hard, but he would grow to be a good man, making his own choices.
    The object of my affection was on the phone and he waved at me as I passed. I stuck my tongue out at him and crossed my eyes. He snorted and continued his conversation.  I could hear him talking to his