Saturday, November 10, 2007

Elvis



You may have missed it, but the Elvis Is Alive Museum has been sold on ebay for a stunning $8500. Actually, I’m not sure which stuns me more, that there was such a museum or that it sold for that amount. The museum claims to have DNA evidence that Elvis really is alive and urges people who buy the book about it, to also write letters urging Elvis to come out of hiding. Supposing that he was still living, I think seeing him might be more of a shock than most people could take. I’m sure it would be more of a shock than I have each time I see a new photo of Michael Jackson in the news. Disturbing.
Anyway, I wonder if the person who bought the museum’s collection intends to continue it. I’d go check it out. I’m always up for a new adventure, I mean, I went to the Conspiracy Museum in Dallas.

Going on with my book feature, I’d like to share another excerpt. It has nothing to do with Elvis or conspiracy and everything to do with Total-e-bound’s anthology benefiting military families, Camouflaged Hearts. Today’s author is Jennah Sharpe.

In the Arms of a Pilot
She found the touch she missed in another pilot, but the guilt could prove too much to bear.


Emmeline hated the thought of her man going off to war, but that was something she needed to keep to herself. When she received news that he was MIA, she didn’t fall into grief as she thought she should have. Instead, she went looking for the arms of another man. She found the touch she missed and craved in yet another RAF pilot. Ethan gave her everything her body missed and craved. But overcoming the guilt was another matter…for both of them.

Excerpt
The day was warm enough to need a hat for sunshade but cool enough that I wrapped my navy cardigan around my shoulders.

I stopped for lunch in a little bakery on the main street just over the bridge from Rose’s cottage. I couldn’t resist the scent wafting out into the street. I didn’t speak to anyone inside, yet the local crowds watched me closely. Pond Hollow was a small town, full of closely-knit people and the patrons of the bakery were no different. It was obvious to me, that I was the stranger in town and that my actions right then would be my first impression. Where they wondering why I was staying with Rose? No one asked. If they wondered what my intentions were with the bachelor who owned the farm, it didn’t come up. I knew I would have to be very careful what I said to Rose. Word would definitely get back to town. I decided to keep my thoughts about Ethan to myself.


It wasn’t until after dinner that I noticed a lantern glowing in the loft of the barn. Ethan’s broad form cast a dark shadow across the boards of the loft.

Sitting in my room reading a Jane Austin novel, I suddenly had the urge to talk to another human being and my gaze kept being drawn to his fluid shadow in the barn. Rose unfortunately was no conversationalist but that was no matter. I missed having a male in my life. That decided it. It wasn’t a sin to want male companionship, was it?

Ethan was pitching hay from the loft of the barn down to the cattle. He was shirtless, his skin smooth and brown from the sun. I watched quietly as he smoothed his dark hair from his forehead. It stuck up momentarily before flopping back down in his eyes. He was the epitome of masculine form.

“Hello,” I called up to him. “I’m Emmy Rosthorn.”

He grinned at my obvious foolishness. “We’ve met,” he said quietly. I’m sure he thought I didn’t notice but his gaze was appreciative as it flicked over my body. I’m sure my face was as red as a cherry, but he gave no indication of noticing. At least he found me somewhat attractive. That was encouraging.

Right that moment as he gazed at me with such intensity, I’d never been lonelier for someone to put his arms around me. It seethed inside me, threatening to pour out all over him.

“Right then. Have a good day,” I said, backing away. I wanted him more than anything, but the prospect was also terrifying. I would essentially be having an affair. My mind was in turmoil and completely at odds with the feelings in my body.

“Emmy…”

I turned toward him. “Yes?”

“I’m just on leave.” He straightened and leaned on his pitchfork.

“I’m aware of that,” I said hesitantly, wondering what he was getting at.

“And you’re promised to another.”

I crossed my arms over my breasts. “What’s that got to do with anything?” I hadn’t said anything about my attraction out loud.

“It’s why there can’t be anything between us.” His gaze didn’t leave mine.

“Did I ask that of you?”

He bowed his head and kicked at a pile of straw. “All but.”

“You seem to know an awful lot about me.” I took the opportunity to walk closer to him.

“We’re both lonely, Emmy, and you’re quite beautiful. I saw you watching me, and I just want you to know where I stand.”

“Do you say this to all the girls?” He blushed then and I felt I had some semblance of control over the conversation. I pushed him a bit more. “Did you tell Rose the same thing?”

“Rose is like a sister to me. We practically grew up together and she doesn’t have the need inside her that I see in your eyes. And such lovely blue eyes they are, Emmy.”I was close enough now to feel his breath on my face. He smelled of sweet hay, sunshine and sweat. It was a heady mixture. It struck me just how much I missed someone touching me, someone wrapping their arms around me. The feeling was something Will would have understood. I’m more than sure he would have wanted the same thing for himself, if I were lost to him. He would have taken the opportunity, I told myself. And so would I. I reached out to stroke Ethan’s upper arm. He didn’t move, but his breath hitched in his throat.

4 comments:

Amarinda Jones said...

I love Elvis...is he alive - nah - but I love the mind games

Kelly Kirch said...

That pic of Elvis looks like he not only smelled something nasty, but he disapproves of you for causing it.

Amarinda Jones said...

You just don't get the whole Elvis thing - it's the bad boy sneer

Jennifer Armintrout said...

It is incredibly difficult to get lost in the magic of a book excerpt with Elvis glaring at you. ^_^