Aloha everyone! :-) SAINT NICHOLAS was released today!! Yay ;-) My sensuous sultry soul connected romance between gorgeous Greek, Nicky and the fragile New Zealand widow, Daisy. Their connection is not just from this lifetime. Has Santa come early this year? tinyurl/ltyurh9 ~ Just .99 cents, on special with Amazon. “Okay, Santa,” I say out loud. “I need a ton of money, a gorgeous lover who adores me and has waited his whole life to meet me. That’s what I’ll have for Christmas, thanks.” A loud knock at the door startles me out of my reverie. I hope the windows are closed, talking to myself has become a bit of a “thing” lately. Rat-a-tat-tat again. Damn. Earth to Daisy! More like Daze-y. I laugh. Now, I’m laughing at my own attempts at humor. I should consider just signing myself in somewhere for a psych evaluation and be done with it. I open the front door. Oh, bloody hell. I bet I look like shit on a stick. “Hey.” Adonis is all smiles. “Aloha,” I say automatically. “You always say that, how come?” “I used to live in Hawaii, it’s my American home state.” “Ah, okay, very cool. I like that,” he says decisively, like it fills a gap in his knowledge base. Crikey. I wonder what he’s doing here. Damn, wrong time to think. Now I’ve gone completely blank. “Um…I…I brought your card back.” Perhaps the planets are out of alignment, he’s also drawing some blanks. I have no idea what he’s talking about. “My card?” “Oh yeah, sorry.” He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and flips it open, sliding out my ATM cash card. “Thanks Adonis,” I say automatically. Bugger…I’ve just called him Adonis. He laughs. “Is that what you call me?” He grins. “Sorry! I know your name.” God, how embarrassing is this? He’s rocking back and forth on my doorstep, a huge grin from ear to ear. There’s a bloody Christmas reindeer dangling from his ear now. He must rotate the damn things round. “Good reindeer,” I say. Once again, proving I can speak, just not very well. “One of the kids gave it to me.” He fingers it. What a sweetie. And married… Oh joy. “I love your earrings, they’re fun.” “It’s good to have fun,” he says. I nod, agreeing with the sentiment, if not the execution right now. He gives me my card, touching my hand, and an electric current sizzles up my arm. He expels air, like he’s also felt the same thing. Our eyes lock. He inhales slowly, a slight hesitation. “Will you ask me to come in?” “Yes,” I say softly. My brain grapples for something that makes sense. I’ve just had the sensation of slipping through a portal again. That’s a really silly earring,” I say. “My nieces are funny little girls,” he says, very seriously. Then a hint of mischief creeps into his now dark eyes. “Nicky…Nick…” “Ah, so you do know my name.” He grins. Oh God, I called him Adonis in what feels like hours ago, but probably only five minutes has passed. Time’s disappeared on me. “I have this really hideous apple cider someone’s gone berserk on the cinnamon with, do you want some?” I ask. “Actually…no.” “Oh well…no, well…that’s fine,” I say, flapping my hand, feeling like an idiot. Of course, he doesn’t want some crappy microwave cider you ning nong. “I have a better idea,” he says slowly. “You say no one romantic any more…” “Well, yes, I suppose. Just the way I’m feeling probably.” I shrug apologetically. He leans forward to take one of my hands. Time slips away. We both gasp. I spring back, shaking my head, trying to clear it. God, how weird. Again, I have a flash of something. A blue uniform, peaked cap and pencil thin moustache. I nearly blurt out, “I’d love to have this dance with you.” Note to self: Stop listening to Glenn Miller music. He’s also flustered. Perhaps me leaping back like he’d slapped me didn’t help. “Would you like to come for a drive with me? By the river… Pretty, um…relaxing…” He spreads his hands. I get the feeling he’s equally at a loss for words.
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