Debra Anastasia wrote a story…

Today it’s my pleasure to share the story that Debra Anastasia wrote for the blogiversary celebration. It made me smile and laugh, and I’ll cherish it always. Thanks Debra for being such a wonderful friend as well as one of my favorite authors. I appreciate this more than I can say. Xo

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Tamie was walking towards her car. She had way too much on her mind. The blog was celebrating its first blogiversary. She couldn’t believe how far she’d come in a mere twelve months. It had been a tremendous amount of work to maintain it, but it truly was a reflection of the things that were important to her as a reader. And now she had so many excellent reviewers to add to the fun.

 And as she searched her purse for her keys, her phone began ringing. She grabbed her keys from the depths of her trendy bag and pulled out her pink phone.

 Debra Anastasia was calling. Tamie rolled her eyes. Giving the crazy author her phone number had been a mistake. When Debra called all she talked about was her horrible IBS symptoms. Tamie had been turned off to a meal on more than one occasion.

 “Hello, Debra.” Tamie leaned against her car. She never talked on her cell while driving.

 Instead of a loud diatribe on exactly what McDonald’s did to her bowels, Debra was whispering. “He’s out.”

 Alarm shot through Tamie, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

 Debra’s voice got even lower. Tamie strained to hear it.

 “Jack’s out. He’s coming for you. I can’t stop him.”

The phone disconnected.

 Anticipation crawled over her skin. She looked, really looked around her. There was not a single car in the parking lot apart from her own.  Surely the lot had been full mere seconds ago. But now, on a gorgeous Wednesday, the sun seemed to shake. A huge, silent wave was headed in her direction. She pinched herself to see if she was dreaming.

 Before her mind could deliver a panicked message to her flight impulses, the huge wave was above her. It was so close now that she could see it wasn’t water, but smoke. Tamie held her breath as it engulfed her.

 It was a baptism in pleasure. Every single spot on her body was smothered in staggering passion. Her knees went weak and she began to faint away. Her heart raced with the accelerated, undiluted lust. Hundreds of arms caught her. She glanced down and saw that the smoke had become corporal enough to support her weight. The hands that didn’t have a job began to explore her. As if a faceless crowd was dedicated to her sensations of pleasure, the smoke covered her.

 But then he took over. And Tamie realized that the wave of smoke was just an echo. A shadow of what the man in front of her could provide. He pulled her roughly from the smoke. Biting his lip, he exhaled his own smoke as she inhaled it.

 He knew everything she’d harbored. Any sexual thought she’d ever had was his now. She could tell it from the smirk on his face. He tossed his cigarette and it exploded.

When she shivered, Jack ran a finger down her spine.

 “You knew I was coming.” The sharp jaw and deep brown eyes helped compose this gorgeous beast in front of her.

 But his voice was hot chocolate. So hot it almost burned her tongue. “Let me guess, the insane author?”

 Tamie nodded and tried to get her feet under her. Jack pushed his hips against hers so she was under his control.

 “I won’t drop you, doll face.” He turned his attention to her neck. The humming coursed through her whole body as he skimmed and kissed from the base of her neck to behind her ear. “Was it her?”

 Tamie could tell him anything, would give him anything. His presence was a truth serum and her limbs were so loose, ready for him. She nodded.

 His low growl accompanied a shift in his demeanor.  His dark eyes inked a deeper shade and he clutched a fistful of Tamie’s shirt, revealing her taut stomach.

 The skin distracted him. He let his pinkie gently run across the top of her jeans. The whole world met and ended on that contact.

 “Do you remember when you called me your boyfriend?” His lips were seconds from a kiss she’d wanted forever. She’d die for it.

 The intense ardor broke a bit of his spell. “Debra’s not the worst thing.” She’d hate for one of her authors to be in danger.

 “Enough about her. If I was yours Tamie, would I get to do this?”

 Jack took everything. Her lips were treated to such skill it was obvious Jack had been kissing women for a thousand years. The talent in his tongue alone made her gasp and grab handfuls of his long hair. She returned his kiss with enthusiasm.

 When they finally parted he looked as dangerous as Tamie knew he was.

 “Come with me. Stay in Hell with me. I just have one soul to steal and then we’ll kiss until the world dies.” The way his lips moved, the way they tasted, Tamie could only nod.

 “I’ll drive.” He held up her keys. Somehow he’d snagged them from her. Satan pushed her into her own car, smacking her butt and cursing under his breath. “Soon Tamie. Soon.”

 Tamie didn’t buckle because he wouldn’t let her. His arm was like steel around her waist. At every turn and stop light, he was romancing her until she was squirming. When the car stopped, he disentangled from her, whispering, “Give me a second. I’ll be right back.”

 Tamie tucked her shirt in and buttoned her jeans back up before she looked to see where Jack had gone.

 Debra Anastasia had a grip on a rake and was pointing it at Jack. Obviously, she had few weapons to choose from on her front lawn. Tamie cracked the window of her car so she could listen.  Soul to steal.  Crap, he’s going to send her to Hell!

 The satin voice was gruff now as he threatened the author, “What’d I ask? You tell me.”

 Debra looked past Jack and mouthed, “You okay?”

 Tamie nodded.

 “Look at me author. Don’t stall.” Satan didn’t look terribly menacing, but Debra must know what he was capable of.

 “You asked for me to make everything okay. I did my best but I had a story to tell.” She tossed her rake and crossed her arms.

 Jack exploded and the ground shook, “My story! That’s my story you’re messing with. Where’s Emma?”

 “You’ll see.” Debra pointedly zipped her lips.

 “Tell me or Tamie goes to Hell right now.” Jack turned and pointed at Tamie.

 “You won’t.” The author didn’t look worried. There was a long, awkward pause. “You care too much about Tamie.” Debra took a step towards Jack. “November 20th isn’t far away.”

 “It’s forever. Where’s Emma?” Jack seemed to deflate.

 Tamie got out of her car and approached. Jack held out a hand and she took it.

 Debra wouldn’t say more.

 Jack shook his head sadly. “I’m going to kill you, author, if you hurt her. Remember that. If she’s gone…”

 Debra ignored him, “Tamie, how are you?”

 Tamie gave Debra a thumbs up to show she was unhurt. “Actually, Jack was just going to take me on a date to get his mind off of everything.”

 She pulled on his arm. Jack turned away from Debra and opened Tamie’s door.

“That sounds like a great idea. Let’s celebrate your blogiversary by giving you so much pleasure you forget your name.” Jack got in the driver’s seat and gave her a devilish smile. 

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Me and Satan Jack??? Yes, please…anytime 😉

Thanks again Debra!

Coming up later today Debra has provided a fabulous giveaway for you to enter.

Tamie Xo

9 thoughts on “Debra Anastasia wrote a story…

  1. Trayce (@lemonamour) says:

    Holy Hell!

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  2. lemonamour says:

    *returns after cold shower* Didn’t think it bloody well possible, but I just grow more and more in lust with Debra. Sometimes I can’t decide who I lust after more – her or Jack. Though I wouldn’t mind him warming my bed for an eternity or two. But Debra, my sweet you will always remain the object of my most fervent girl crush. ❤

    Cheers! Trayce xx

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  3. Jenny says:

    I don’t think I took a breath the entire time I was reading! Wowza!

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  4. Lyn says:

    Great story. 🙂

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  5. Clista says:

    Oh Debra! You are so cool! Loved this little teaser!

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  6. amyche8 says:

    Loved this!!! no words to describe it!

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  7. Heart is pounding, heat is flooding cheeks, what the hell do you think you are doing leaving me up in the air like that…..Debra and Tamie two very wicked women……brilliant

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  8. ChocoMG2112 says:

    Delicious. Love Jack. Very jealous Tamie, but you deserve it. ❤

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