A Family by Design - A mystery novel (excerpt)
Olivia Rytwinski
Writer - Psychological Thriller Novels Set in Britain:- The Blue House, The Actor, Shadowlake, I Never Knew You, A Family by Design.
The Bosky stove was a fantastic piece of kit, making the house cosy and warm despite it feeling so cavernous. When Max walked into the en-suite a few minutes later he was carrying two tumblers of whisky and was stark naked save for my red and white spotty shower cap perched ridiculously on his head and a flannel hanging over his appendage.
Laughing, I slid up the old cast-iron roll-top bath to make room for him. “Oh my God! You look like a mutant Fly agaric toadstool. Pass me that glass, now I definitely need a drink.” As my gaze ran down his nakedness, I decided he had the perfect, classic male physique; naturally long, lean and toned, with soft curly hair in all the right places.
He stepped into the hot bubbly water and as we sipped our whiskies, I slipped my foot in-between his legs and wriggled my big toe which made him splutter. Then taking my glass he placed it on the floor and pulled me on top of him. I pinched the shower cap off his head, flung it over my shoulder and leaned in and kissed him slowly and deeply, savouring his hot whisky laced lips. Our bodies moved together, sliding in rhythm, seeking to give pleasure to one another and receive pleasure in return as the hot water spilled unnoticed over the sides.
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6 年The plot sounds intriueging...
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6 年Ha Ha. I love days when I am still surprised. Nice post Olivia
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6 年Sounds good. Now where can I get this (besides Amazon)?
Author, humanist. Out now, 'The Spectator', a contemporary social novel on the poisoning of a nation's psyche by tabloid media.
6 年Good stuff, Olivia (if you'll pardon the expression). It's not the easiest thing to write about, is it? An American reviewer of my novel wrote meanly that I could probably have won the 'Bad Sex in Fiction' award for one of the lines said by the heroine: "You penetrate me like a solemn God entering his temple". The poor dear did not appreciate that I was actually trying to be satirical. To be handled with great care, as the Bishop said to the actress.