SUSAN ELIZABETH BOOK EXCERPTS
(Three titles)
Girls of the
Dream Club
excerpt from the novel
by Susan Elizabeth
Tonight, he decided, she
would be privy to a full dose of Max Pierce, a major performance of his
techniques, a thrill ride on the roller coaster of his pride and joy, a
journey of the best and most forgettable kind. Sex extraordinaire with
he as the master of ceremonies. When he put his mind (what there was of
it) and his body, that came, (let us pardon the pun) in large
proportions and with great gusto to it’s maximum, it was, bar none, the
best, longest-lasting and most exciting ride ever -- or so the legend
lived on and prospered in his personal psyche.
Now, Claudia had her own
totally different idea in mind for the evening. Glancing hungrily at
Max’s finely featured face and well-built body tucked ever so neatly
into his Georgio Armani tuxedo, her thoughts drifted down the corridors
of her own fantasies. She could ease her pain by making Max pay for
Nik's transgressions. She would provoke him, entice him, torture him
beyond his own, as bizarre as they might previously have been, dreams.
Eyes burned deeply into the
others as each recognized familiar traits in their opponent. Max made
the first move, leaning across Claudia’s chair, closing in on her
personal space and whispering a trivial secret in her ear, allowing him
to blow a light, male-scented breath across her cheek. He felt he had
scored a point and smiled.
Claudia smiled directly into
his smoldering eyes, letting him know she was no stranger to this game.
She had honed the art of seduction until it was a razor sharp weapon at
her control. A smooth, sweet, soft laughter slid gently from her sensual
lips, one that was meant only for his ears. She placed her hand lightly,
intimately on his thigh, the warm sensual pads of her long fingers
stroking him, moving upward slowly, ever so slowly, taking her own time
as she sought for the area that already stirred, already tried to reach
out to her, already pulsing in its need to be touched.
Max’s body responded
unwillingly to her caress. Embarrassed by its uncontrollable and
noticeable bulge, he found himself pulling back slightly, damning his
penis for betraying him and making him loose ground too early in the
game. He began to wonder if he was in too deep, if he had found in
Claudia not a conquest but a conqueror.
Ahhh, Claudia thought,
enjoying herself to the max with Max. It was great to be young and
beautiful and successful and powerful! Tonight would be a fun night. A
wonderfully fun night.
Visions
excerpt from the short
story
by Susan Elizabeth
In all her years of
channeling the dead, Maggie had never lost control like this. She was
without power over the stronger spirit of the young girl who had taken
over her body. Maggie fought for control, but her mouth could not stop
the voice as it called out across the studio audience to her parents.
“Daddy, please. I miss you so much. Come find me and
take me home. Please, daddy. Help me. I’m cold and I hurt. He hurt me so
bad.”
“Stop it. Stop it!” the father shouted. “How can you do
this? Why are you doing this?”
“You’re supposed to help us find Christa!” the mother
cried out, her red face wet with tears.
The stage was eerily silent, the audience stunned. Allen
was frozen in shock. Susie smelled trouble. The audience waited for
Maggie to say something…to change the story…to make it right. But Maggie
had lost the power to do that. She was helpless in the grip of the
spirit that controlled her. She tried to stop it from going farther, but
she could not. Her heart ached for the parents. She wanted the girl to
be quiet, to tell her and only her what happened, but her
voice went on:
“He hurt me, daddy. He killed me. Killed me dead. I’m
in the ground all alone and cold. Find me, daddy. Bring me home!”
Christa’s mother fainted. The father cradled her in his
arms.
“Please,” he sobbed. “I beg of you. Stop talking in
Christa’s voice. Stop looking like her!”
Maggie fought to control the voice with her final
reserve of mental and spiritual strength. ‘Don’t you see how you are
hurting them, darlin’? I’m sure yea don’t want that.’
Blood flowed from her lips as she bit them, trying to
stop her mouth from opening, the mouth that had become Christas’. Her
muscles tightened as she summoned the last remnants of her will, but the
girl’s will was stronger:
“Daddy, please help me. Come and get me. Get him too!
Find me daddy. Make him hurt daddy. Make him hurt like he made me hurt!
Get him daddy. Get him good! Get him now! He’s right over there!”
Maggie’s arm twitched as it slowly rose, a finger
outstretched, pointing to a man in the back row.
Times and Again
excerpt from the poetry
of Susan Elizabeth
The Love of Children
-Vs- The Loss of A Child
This much I’ll give you,
there are times when the warmth of
a hug, the small arms encircling me,
can take the chill from the weary bones.
And there are moments,
when some mispronounced
or misplaced words
drag out an actual laugh
from deep within this dried out body.
And there can be times
when a good deed or a card of thanks,
a smile, the touch of a young hand...
So sweet, caring, unconditional love,
brings momentary peace.
Those are the reasons I survive
But...then tell me...
If I give you all of these
will you grant me the forgiveness
that I need to stay alive?
1 of 12 poems in this
collection
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