
| What's Next Coming in 2010.... Chasing Love Crowded girl bars, shady chat rooms, lesbian parties, women’s softball, women’s soccer. You name it and Adrian Edwards has been there done that, prowling like the fiercest of hunters, focused on a perpetual search for that ever elusive four letter word called ‘love.’ From woman to woman she goes, relentless in her pursuit. Tamara, her best friend since high school, is always there to lend an ear or to roll her eyes as Amy once again casts aside another woman, ticking off all the things that were ‘wrong’ about her. So used to the game, Tamara teases her with gifts for the ‘hunt’ like safari hats, compasses and old fashioned looking glasses. Only the safari hats never fit, the compasses don’t work and the looking glasses are blurry. Searching as if truly blindfolded, Amy continues on her quest, going from a young, troubled go-go dancer, to an obsessive mail carrier, to a tweaked out tomboy, to a lusciously aggressive accountant with way more than numbers on her mind. Until one day there’s…no one. Suddenly, Amy has to learn to be with the person she’s been resisting all along. Herself. It is while on this inner journey that a special someone bumps into her and truly shakes up her world for good, proving once and for all that love is never elusive… as long as you love yourself. ....a heartfelt journey, one full of humor, sex, startling frankness, gripping reality and hard learned life lessons. Conquest She has no name. Not one she wants you to know. She moves in the darkness, slinks to the midnight throb of her surroundings. Her short hair is white in the black light, her eyes the mysterious golds of a cat. She moves, searching, weaving between sweat soaked bodies. What she seeks is simple. What she needs, complicated. Her eyes flash and then focus. Woman. She has one a night. Sometimes two. And gives them what no one else can or will. The ability to scream, to beg, to cry. To come. Mary Brunelle looks at the business card and then back at the all the black building. One word sizzles in neon and stares at her in ink on the card in her hand. Conquest. Once inside, she searches for her colleagues but sees no one she recognizes. Dark bodies seem to melt into the walls, the whites of their eyes showing briefly as she walks slowly by. Industrial music thumps from hidden speakers and punches like a fist inside her chest. She’s nervous, growing uneasy. Two bodies are suddenly flanking her sides. Men—women—she can’t tell. She expects them to speak but their mouths only move once they are against her skin. She tenses, hot lips and slick tongues devouring her bare shoulders. She voices a soft no and turns to leave. But suddenly there is a strong voice on a foreign tongue. “Nine.” The bodies vanish. A figure steps out of the darkness, her bleached hair short, her eyes like a wolf. She licks her lips and then smiles wickedly as she whispers in her ear. “Come.” |
