Avery Collins is an ambitious young journalist in early-1900s Charleston, South Carolina, when exotic newcomers Timothy and Vonnie Duke spot him at a fancy gala on the Battery. The Dukes like bringing pretty playthings to their marriage bed, and with a promotion in mind, Avery entertains their advances not knowing lust can quickly turn to love — and love to murder.
Wolf Among Sheep by Sara Dobie Bauer
New from Hot Ink Press
An excerpt …
My darling Vonnie did not wait for our table to be cleared before she asked for the check, and now, here we are, in our hotel suite. I watch my wife take Avery’s hand and lead him to our bed. She beckons to me.
The light in our room is dim due to the setting sun. What light pours in is tinged blue—a reflection of the nearby sea. There is already a chair set for me at the foot of the old-fashioned four-poster as my wife requests, most mornings, I watch her please herself.
I hide behind an expression of vague interest. Meanwhile, I shake inside in suspense at seeing Avery’s skin. I imagine he will be pale, perhaps a few darks hairs on his chest and thighs, but not much more as he has the face of a man who could never grow a beard. The contrast of his skin against the darker shade of my wife’s will be delicious, like melted chocolate poured over ice cream.
I sit. I wait.
Vonnie removes her hat and throws it to the room’s corner. She pulls off her gloves, one at a time, and drops them at her feet. She kicks out of her shoes, and even Avery seems surprised by her stature. My wife is small, petite, and easy to throw around. It is her persona that makes her seem so statuesque.
She reaches for his shirt first, tries to touch the button nearest his throat, but he lifts her from the ground. He keeps his skin hidden as he carries her like his bride to the bed and lays her, carefully, down the center. He removes his gray suit jacket, nothing more. He then kisses her throat, once, twice. His long-fingered right hand sweeps across the satin fabric of her gown, down her stomach and farther, down her thigh.
My wife makes the noise I adore—the breathless moan of a creature in heat.
He does not look at me, but he knows I’m there. He shifts her body sideways, half off the bed, so I can watch as he kneels on the floor and lifts the red fabric up over her calves, her thighs, pressing chaste kisses up her dark skin as he goes. Then, he reveals her fully, and I am shocked—duly impressed even—with the way her flower blooms for him. She is wet, heaving, and he has done all this with nothing more than trifling kisses and the touch of his hand.
I reconsider what kind of man we’ve invited to our marriage bed. Avery must have had many, many women to know how to make a body sing like that. Or, perhaps, his power over my wife’s imagination is stronger than I first assumed.
He reduces her to a whimpering mass of flesh. She screams. It is over too soon—so soon that I barely notice Avery slip back into his suit coat and then disappear into the ever-darkening night.
Sara Dobie Bauer is a writer, model, and mental health advocate with a creative writing degree from Ohio University. She spends most days at home in her pajamas as a book nerd and sex-pert for SheKnows.com. Her short story, “Don’t Ball the Boss,” was nominated for the 2015 Pushcart Prize, inspired by her shameless crush on Benedict Cumberbatch. She lives with her hottie husband and two precious pups in Northeast Ohio, although she would really like to live in a Tim Burton film. She is the author of Life without Harry, Forever Dead, and Wolf Among Sheep. World Weaver Press will publish her novel, BITE SOMEBODY, this summer.
My website: http://SaraDobieBauer.com
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