Deleted scene from my current WIP : Destined

A lovely friend of mine recently messaged me to say that a division of her publisher was calling for short story submissions and she thought it would be a good idea for me to submit.  I’ll admit, the very idea of pitching to a publishing house has me on the edge of breaking out in hives as I have only ever self-published to-date.  But I thought:  What the hell!  Pull up those big girl panties, girlfriend.  What have I got to lose?  I mean, the worst they can do is say no, right?

To be honest, that would be Heartbreak City for me … us authors, we’re a right fragile bunch, we are.  But I am proud to say I did, indeed, pull on those big girl panties and am currently working on that manuscript as we speak … well … if I’m (again) 100% honest, I was working on it until very recently, when life threw itself in the way.  But never fear, I shall prevail.  This manuscript shall be completed and submitted … even if hives isn’t my best look.   

Until such time as this manuscript is either successfully picked up by the publisher or I edit and self-publish it, here’s a deleted scene for you to nibble on. 

Sebastian’s mood was dark as he walked into the club.  He’d had the crappiest day and was looking for something or someone to relieve the stress.  The loud music assaulted his ears and he wondered why he’d thought coming to the club was such a great idea. Suddenly he wasn’t sure that the company of another would be the cure he was after. Or, at least, that was what he was thinking until he turned his head and his eyes met hers.  The sensation was like being slammed up against a brick wall.

She was, quite possibly, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.  Eyes that were large, bottomless pools of green, flawless skin, a mouth that made him want to kiss her forever and a body just made for a man’s hand.  She gave him a small smile and he felt like he’d been punched in the gut.  A woman like that should be outlawed, damn it.  The barman asked Sebastian what he’d like to order. He ordered his drink and turned back to look at the woman again. She was gone!  He frantically searched the club but he couldn’t see her anywhere.  And just like that his dark mood was back.

Serena hated the clubbing scene.  It just wasn’t her thing but her best friend had insisted that she go with.  She was sure she was being set up on yet another blind date and really didn’t want to go but Cheyenne wasn’t taking no for an answer.  So here she was sipping on a drink and bored as hell.  As she scanned the room again her eyes collided with those of a truly mouth-watering man. He was all dark good looks and a body that made her hands itch to touch.  Her heart rate skyrocketed and her sex tingled; and all that from just a look.

Serena was thoroughly disconcerted by her overwhelming response to the stranger and suddenly she could think of nothing else but escaping the magnetic pull of his gaze.  Her senses, on full alert, were screaming at her to go, get out, get away.  Surging to her feet she made her way to the dance floor hoping that losing herself in the music would help pass the time and make her forget about the smoking hot stranger.

Serena started as she felt warm hands slide over her hips.  Turning her neck she saw the hot stranger from the bar fitting the front of his body to her back, swaying along with her to the music.

Buona sera bella.”

His husky voice was velvety as smooth dark chocolate.  With so much hotness pressed up against her Serena threw caution to the wind and smiled up at him over her shoulder.

“Hi yourself, handsome.”

As they swayed to the beat in silence a hum of awareness simmered between them.  Sebastian was acutely aware of the abundance of woman he held in his arms.  His hands tightened reflexively on her hips.  In a voice that held only just enough of an accent to make it sexy, he murmured in her ear.

“Can I buy you a drink, bella?”

Serena licked her lips shyly before she nodded.

Watching the pink tip slide over her pillowy lips Sebastian decided he really needed that drink.  Grabbing her hand he headed for the bar.

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