I, Effing Feline, the Most Literary Cat in the Entire Universe (c), proudly present another snippet from The Trial of Tompa Lee, by my pet human, Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine.
The last few scenes have highlighted the confrontations between Tompa Lee and Dante Roussel. I’m skipping ahead to a later scene. After running out of water, they’ve partaken of the only liquid available to them — aphrodisiac wine.
“I’m drunk,” she wailed.
Dante just nodded.
She ran both hands over her face, which tingled and yearned under the touch. She jerked the guilty hand away from her flesh. When she glanced up, he was staring at her with burning eyes—yet he remained as motionless as Bez-Tattin’s statue.
Oh, God. The maggot was going to force her to make the first move, stripping her of even the self-righteous fury of the raped.
Her body felt strange, as though it had decided to throw off the yoke of her mind. She rose to her feet and stepped toward him, agonizingly aware of her thighs rubbing each other.
Effing Feline again. This snippet reminds me of that time I played too long with my catnip mouse. Hoo-wee, that was one wild night! I’d tell you all about it, but … but … I don’t remember anything. 😦
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Some of the Five Star Amazon reviews of The Trial of Tompa Lee:
“…superbly written, well-paced Science Fiction”
“…lots of actions, thrills, suspense and drama. It is riveting right through to the end.”
“Another one I couldn’t put down. It is 7:30 in the morning. Read this in one sitting.”