Charity Sunday snuck up on me this month! Only on Saturday did I look at the calendar and realize that today is the last Sunday in April. Where did the month go?
Today I’m highlighting the work of the National Multiple SclerosisSociety. For seventy five years, NMSS has been providing information and support to people living with MS, as well as funding research and disseminating the latest in scientific advances in the attempt to conquer this devastating disease.
Several of my author friends have MS. One of them styles herself as an “MS Warrior”. She has been having a hard time lately – it’s the nature of MS to have flare ups, then subside – so I want to dedicate this post to her (though I won’t embarrass her by mentioning her name).
For every comment I receive on this post – open all through May – I will donate two dollars to the National MS Society. And if you yourself, or someone close, suffers from MS, I invite you to share a bit of your story.
I don’t have any particular relevant stories of my own to share, so I’ll give you another bit from my new release The Understudy: Acts of Submission, which came out last Friday. In fact, if you go back to Friday’s post and leave a comment there, you’ll be entered into a giveaway for a free copy of the book!
Don’t forget to leave a comment. And please visit the other bloggers participating in today’s (tardily organized) blog hop. You’ll find their links at the end of my post.
Excerpt (Rated R)
I headed for the stairs, exhausted by the emotional cartwheels I’d been doing. He caught up with me in the front hall. I smelled his cologne, felt his bulk behind me. His hands settled on my shoulders and I really thought, for a moment, that I’d faint from the rush of desire that touch triggered.
“Sarah.” His voice was a caress.
My frustration and resentment evaporated in the heat of my lust.
“I see that you’ve made yourself more—accessible. Wait, don’t turn around.” He let his fingers wander along my throat, tracing my collarbone, then barely grazing my taut nipples.
I shuddered with delight.
“Without a bra. Very good.” He gave the aching nubs symmetrical squeezes.
Pleasure sizzled through me.
He molded my hips, feeling for a panty line. “And panty-less, too! What a sweet, obedient slut!” He began to raise my skirt.
I remembered that we were in a public place, that a cast member, another guest or a member of the hotel staff might wander into the hall at any moment. “No…” I moaned as he brushed his palm across my exposed bush.
“No? You’d refuse me?”
I felt a fingertip parting my curls, stroking my slippery outer lips. His gentle tap on my clit sent lightning up my spine. I went rigid, holding my breath, silently begging for more. The finger disappeared. His big hands smoothed my skirt over my buttocks.
“No…” I tried to stifle my sob, but knew he wouldn’t miss it.
“Meaning what? Are you mine or not?”
“I—I don’t know.” I was desperate for his touch, but fear held me back. Not the fear of being discovered. The fear of what I might discover about myself.
He twirled me round to face him. “An honest answer. I appreciate that. Just as I appreciate the fact that you’ve followed my instructions. Really, I do.”
I searched his eyes. He appeared to be sincere.
“Then why—why did you ignore me all through dinner?”
His laugh was edged with mockery. “Did you want my attention, little one?”
My cheeks burned.
He cupped my chin. “I thought you might be more comfortable if I wasn’t undressing you with my eyes. Believe me, I saw you, Sara. I saw your gesture of submission, and rejoiced.”
He bent to me and pressed those arrogant, sensual lips to mine. This kiss was different from the ones in his room. It was deep and quiet, like a pure forest pool. Our mouths locked. Our breath mingled. I seemed to feel his thoughts, probing, questioning, inviting me to fall further under his spell.
I forgot where I was. I was loose, wet, ready to let him take me then and there. When he finally broke the kiss, I felt almost physical pain.
“They’re waiting for me now, your friends. They’re dying for my company, too.” He gave an evil chuckle that reminded me, once again, that he was a rock god and I was just his groupie. “I’ve got to go.”
Then his voice became velvet and I melted once more. “Tonight, Sarah. Eleven p.m. I’ll expect you in my room. If you’re ready for more—come to me then.”
Please, please – leave a comment and do a bit to help brave MS warriors everywhere!
And do visit the other authors participating in today's Charity Sunday:
Shari Elder: http://sharielder.com/food-for-those-in-need-8sunday-snippetsunday-charitysunday-2-2/
Dee S. Knight: http://www.nomadauthors.com/blog/2021/04/24/charity-sunday:-the-independence-fund/
15 comments:
LIsabet, what a great cause! This is an insidious disease. I hope your friend's case settles into the "non-flare" stage soon.
I have a family member with MS. It is a great hardship. I had actually thought to this charity this month too but already gave to it generously to support her MS Walk team so went with another. Thanks again for organizing this blog hop.
I contribute yearly to the Multiple Sclerosis charity, in memory of a long-ago friend. I'm happy to see you choosing them this time.
Now let's see if I can get my comment through--sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, even with cookies enabled.
Great cause! Sharing.
Another great charity. I really do think you are awesome for doing charity Sundays. I always try to comment. It's the last I can do!
Great cause and super steamy excerpt!
Great cause... Happy Sunday!
Thank you for leading the charge on the charity front- we can all do a wee bit to help. Since we have a good friend who deals with this on a daily basis, again thank you! Keep up the good works and great writing!
I have a friend who lives with M.S. She's in Australia. She manages to remain very supportive of others. I sometimes don't know how she does it. She's truly an awesome person.
I'm happy to share the link to this post.
~cie~
Great choice for a cause to support. There are so many medical advances being made daily, in fighting so many diseases and syndromes. I wish I could support them all!
Steamy excerpt--of course.
Wonderful cause - thanks for doing this!
Two family acquaintances have MS, and the sheer unpredictability of the condition really hit home for me. (One had to be a caregiver for her own husband, which was pretty complicated.) Thank you so much for this!
--Trix
Great cause. Thank you for the post!
Thank you. I live with MS and it is decidedly a marathon and not a sprint. There is a heap of research being done, but much of it seems to focus on treatments. Given that the symptom vary so much I am hanging out for the day that a cause for the dread disease is found. That said, if you have to develop an incurable illness there are worse ones about.
Thanks to everyone who participated in the April Charity Sunday. A special thank you to those of you who shared your personal stories.
I'm about to go donate $30 to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
Be sure to come by this coming Sunday (May 30th), the next Charity Sunday.
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