Friday, March 13, 2015

Slave: An Excerpt

Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to be trained, beaten. It doesn't take him long to discover his preference for men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the way he regards women, as fellow human beings. 

How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a young man to see women in a new light? 
In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series, Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century. You can purchase Slave on Amazon, Smashwords, and Naughty Nights Press.

Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook  and Twitter.
She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

Here is an excerpt from Slave:
“William.” Sophia’s voice, as it always did, resounded with authority. “I cannot do what you ask.”
“Why not?” he asked, disappointed. He had spent nights in their beds, but he’d also spent evenings with his head in their laps, listening to them talk of their lives, their pets or clients. He’d learned when and how each had become a vampire. He knew what it entailed, what to expect. He didn’t expect Sophia to be so reluctant.
“I saved you from death at that monster’s hand so you could have a life. Not so you could become one of the walking dead.” She turned away, her skirt swirling. Like the others, she had been to a party tonight and was still dressed for it. Will approached slowly and began unbuttoning the back of the dress. “I saved you to have a wife and children. I had hoped you would help other slaves. I never wanted this.”
She stood in place and Will gently caressed the skin of her back as he exposed it. He kissed the back of her neck beneath her elaborately styled hair. Despite his desire for stronger, broader shoulders, for a man’s cropped hair, he continued to lay kisses and caresses on her milky, white skin. His thick, dark fingers looked so strange against it. Like a parody of the memory of thin, white fingers on black.
“I would live, forever. Please, consider it.” He breathed into her ear, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her back against him. His erection had risen despite finding a woman where he wanted a man. He had found a soul that pleased him. “I love Nicholas, and Terrance, and Lynn. I want to be with them, with you.”
Sophia sighed. “You have changed so much.” She pulled herself from his grasp to turn and face him, cupping his cheek in a gloved hand. “You wouldn’t meet my eye before. You wouldn’t have this for me.” Her other hand brushed at his belt.
“No. I so much more, Sophia.” She started a little at the sound of her name. It was the first time he’d used it. “I know so much more, from books and from life. I know the worth of a woman, and it is infinite, just like mine.”
She smiled. “Much more than a dollar.”

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