Several years ago, as a nod to the old black and white werewolf movies of the forties, I wrote a little story called "I'll Be Seeing You". I fell in love with the characters as they showed up on the page and the story nearly wrote itself. I can't remember the last time I had that much fun doing what I love. I hope you love it too. The cover is by "chico san" a very talented artist who also happens to be a friend.
I’ll Be Seeing You
20th century
historical romance with a paranormal twist…
Jack
Howland, part of an elite group of OSS special
agents can’t resist the pull of the moon or the memory of his brief wartime
romance with widowed USO hostess, Lulu Lane. After the war, their paths cross
again, but will the truth about what he is send Lulu screaming into the night
or back into his arms?
Take one plain Jane
Hollywood scriptwriter, add a creepy sanitarium with an even creepier staff;
fold in Nazi war criminals and a war hero with a dangerous secret and you have
a recipe for a roaring good time.
Excerpt: PG13
May 1944
USO Club, Los Angeles,
California
There
were girls in soft summer dresses, all pink and flowery, smiling and perfumed.
None of them would have turned down the handsome lieutenant. Why ask her?
She
placed a hand on his solid chest. “Did somebody put you up to this? Did you
lose a bet or something?”
He
loosened his grip and took a deep breath right before he slid her left hand to
his shoulder. When his fingers brushed over the third finger of her right hand,
and detected the evidence she was a widow, he uttered a harsh, whispered word
that might have been a vehement curse in another language.
“Or
something,” he said very clearly, his breath warm against her ear. “Have you
ever felt like you’ve lost your mind?”
“Daily.
What’s that got to do with you asking me to dance?”
“What’s
your name?”
“Lulu
Lane. What comes after Lieutenant?” she asked, trying not to get lost in the
sensation of being moved around the floor by a handsome man while people
stared.
“Jack.
Jack Howland,” he snapped, but then he snugged her tighter to his chest and his
hand drifted over her back as if he were soothing a wound.
“Asking
me to dance doesn’t seem to be making you very happy. Why did you?”
He
looked as if he were losing an argument only he knew about.
“I
leave in two days. I shouldn’t have spoken to you, let alone asked you to
dance, because no matter what I say, it’s not going to come out right.”
“It’s
not going to come out at all if you keep talking in riddles.”
He
looked surprised for a moment and she was gratified that she could at least
break through his maddening, mysterious behavior. “I’ve got forty-eight hours
left on a three-day pass and I want to spend it with you. Clear enough for
you?”
It
took a few moments for what he’d said to sink in, and even then she had trouble
believing him. This had to be some kind of a joke.
“You’re
smart, Howland; I’ll give you that. You picked out the only wallflower in the
bunch—”
“I
don’t want to scare you, Lulu, but you don’t fool me. I’m glad nobody else has
sense enough to see past the glasses and sensible shoes. You’re an open book
for the lucky somebody willing to peel back the cover.
“I’m
not looking for romance. I’m looking for forty-eight hours with someone who
looked back at me the same way I was looking at them.”
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However you choose to celebrate, enjoy!
Happy Halloween,
Love,
Paris
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Today bestselling author Paris Brandon writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic
and historical romance, throwing in a little mystery and suspense for good
measure. She can be found most days bent over her keyboard creating worlds
where sleeping beauty turns out to be a cursed bootlegger or an outlaw shifter decides
to go on the run with the assassin tasked with killing her.
When not
dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines,
she can be found searching through antique and thrift stores for vintage
treasures, or communing with nature, which is code for sitting on the patio
with a cup of tea and a good book. And as with any activity, chocolate is
usually involved.
4 comments:
Hi, Paris, I love "I'll Be Seeing You." Such fun, and scary. I'm not one much for scary movies. Many years ago, I watched "Dracula's Daughter." It's an old movie from the 30's or 40's. Scared me so much that to this day, I can't read vampire stories or watch vampire movies. Despite that, I like "The Thing." I remember when "The Spiral Staircase" came out but I never saw it. I did see the first "Halloween," but it was too violent. I wrote one dark shifter romance that put me in a dark place so I don't want to write any more scary stories.
Thanks for your post.
Hi Cara,
I'm not one for the gory, scary stuff, either and the last vampire movie I enjoyed was Dracula with Gary Oldman, but that's because I love watching anything that Oldman sinks his teeth into (pardon the pun:) We may be thinking of a different Spiral Staircase (Dorothy McGuire, George Brent, Kent Smith)https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038975/
I've never watched the Halloween movies because they are so scary, so I totally get it. Thanks!
Paris, I'm thinking of the same Spiral Staircase you are.
I'm not into the horror aspect of Halloween, but I love the bite-sized candies (a little too much, lol). Nice excerpt, I can almost see her doing a double-take of disbelief (0;
Thanks for sharing!
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