The She — Newsletter — 11.2020

So much more than a pretty face…

Lynda Coker
Fiction for the Heart by Lynda Coker

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Image by My pictures are CC0. When doing composings: from Pixabay

Autumn has come with all its beauty and the sense that we can relax and breathe. The leaves slowly twist and turn as they gently fall to the ground. The squirrels are busy building their winter pantries and, like me, you’re probably thinking about snuggling down for the winter ahead.

Here are a few items you may have missed over the last month.

  • You’re sure to enjoy the taste of this potato soup with meatballs in the near future. It’s easy, hearty, and fills the house with a delicious aroma.
  • If you’re a writer, then you would probably love to have some easy writing ideas at your fingertips for those days when your muse just isn’t cooperating. I’ve just started the Writing Idea of the Day Challenge which when completed, will give you 365 new writing topics. How fun is that!
  • Have you ever wondered if you fit into the category of a Perfect Wife? Well, Writer Carie Tawil has you covered on that point with her article — The Perfect Wife — Do you fit into this box? Most likely the answer is No!
  • Are you an animal lover? You’re sure to enjoy Writer Odyssa’s story — On Animals And A Horse Named Pumpkin
  • Have you been spending a lot more time at home alone due to the pandemic? You might be acquiring this syndrome.
  • If you’ve noticed that a few extra pounds have found themselves a home on your body, you will enjoy Writer Lucia Siochie’s article — 3 Mindset Shifts For Losing Weight
  • If you like to enjoy a few moments in a good book whenever time permits, I invite you to try Pride and Audacity (Publication Tab — Lost in a Story)It’s a serialized novel and tells the story of Victoria Ballard, a New York Financial Executive, and Rashid Davar who is a Middle Eastern Prince. I think you’ll enjoy the contest of wills between these two evenly matched opponents in love. Here is a small excerpt from Part 9.
Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

An earlier sense of semblance congealed into a terrifying reality. Her limbs stiffened as muscles solidified in panic. This can’t be happening… She covered her mouth to stop the scream threatening to tear from her throat.

No revealing light streamed through the open doorway, but through the darkness beyond, she could sense him coming nearer.

Long, powerful legs draped in billowing black fabric broke through the opening. An avenging version of an Arab prince bore down on her, his eyes promising retribution as he raised his cell phone to speak.

“Prepare for immediate departure.” He spoke with cold authority, his tone hard and ruthless.

His intent, as clear as ice water, stunned Victoria. She had thought him formidable in western clothes but, in retrospect, that proved to be a mere shadow of the power he embodied in his traditional, Middle Eastern attire. The blood-red sash around his waist conjured a dark, alien threat in her mind. When he locked her eyes with the savage heat of his stare, terror rose in her throat.

Throwing up both hands to hold him back, she shattered the corridor’s silence with a scream as she turned to run. Her brain shouted the command to flee, but her feet wouldn’t move.

“If you run, I’ll catch you. And if you scream again, I’ll gag you. Now turn around!” The threatening sound of is furious male voice snaked down the dark corridor.

Rashid jerked the garment from her hands and shoved the material over her head. The cloth caught on the diamond-studded combs in her hair. Another hard yank freed it to settle on her shoulders and sent her hair combs flying across the corridor. Any more of his assistance and she could end up bald.

“Run, Victoria. Run!” She pivoted toward the sound of the scream coming from the far end of the corridor. Wonder Woman sprinted toward her.

“What are you doing to my friend? Get your hands off her!” Jessica commanded as she ran toward her friend.

Before Victoria had time to react, arms like bands of steel wrapped around her body and scooped her up in one swift lift.

Rashid ignored her struggles and paused long enough to bark a command toward Califar. “Handle that woman.”

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Lynda Coker
Fiction for the Heart by Lynda Coker

I write about life, fictional worlds, and anything that catches my interest. I also design and create with textiles. Icky Chic Desings on Etsy