Greetings, Friends ~
Here is another excerpt from my novel, The Rose Wall. This book is just a formal edit away from being published now. The work I am sharing has not yet been formally edited.
They drove away in a modest Subaru that looked more like an SUV than a car. The dark tinted windows helped with traveling distances while the sun was shining. He’d told Megan that he had a mild allergy to direct sunlight and would become sick if he were exposed for more than a few minutes at a time. This story had served him well, as she was always careful to rush him out of the light when they were together.
As they entered the town of Seaway, Oregon, they could see their hotel rising above the surrounding buildings that littered the coastline.
Megan gasped as they neared its entrance. “Wow!” She cupped her hands around her face and nodded her head. “This is breathtaking!”
“Even prettier than the pictures on their website,” Grant said, as he pulled into the check-in area. “I’ll be right back,” he said, stepping out of the car.
“This is truly incredible,” she said, grabbing Grant’s hand. “It must have cost a fortune.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at her, kissing her on the forehead as they entered their room.
“Money is easy,” he whispered. “Finding someone like you – that was the hard part.” The inside of his face was pressed firmly against the right side of hers. He felt her smile.
Megan placed her hand on his other cheek. “You feel chilly.”
Smooth as habit, Grant delivered his excuse. “You know me. Cool body, warm heart.”
They stood together looking around the room as the bellboys finished arranging their bags and left, shutting the door behind them. Hand-in-hand, they crossed the open area of the living room that led them to the massive private deck. There, they stood gazing at the great Pacific Ocean. It was sunny and clear, the view spectacular.
The sky was that particular shade of blue and it seemed to go on forever. The color grew richer the higher they looked. The contrast of the ocean was striking against the softer color transitions of the sky.
Grant gave her another quick kiss, grabbed his bag and stepped into the restroom. “I’ll be right back, beautiful.” Winking at her, he shut and locked the bathroom door. Unzipping the hidden compartment at the bottom of his bag, his mouth began to water. His reflection in the mirror revealed fangs and reddening eyes as the monster within him caught scent of what he so desperately needed.
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