Today’s the day! I’m probably blowing this out of proportion, but I’ve been excited to let everyone in on this secret ever since the idea took me by surprise over dinner a few weeks ago. So the story I’m writing (about 11K words into it now) for Literotica’s Halloween Story Contest is …
The Decline and Fall of Rowland Graves
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I’m gonna throw you one more excerpt, but it’ll be the last one, because really, anything much further on in the story is going to be wrought with spoilers, so I hope you like it!
“I love you, Rowland.”
He wanted to collapse every time he heard the words from her.
“And I love you,” he replied as he always did, brushing her lips in a kiss.
Their clothing righted again a few moments later, he pulled her back onto his lap and drew his arms around her waist.
“We’ll tell your father on Friday, yes?” He nuzzled his face into her neck.
“Mmm. Yes,” she purred back to him, “I can’t bear to wait any longer. We’ll wed in the spring, love?”
“Of course,” he said, threading his fingers through hers, bringing her knuckles to his lips.
How or why Fortune had chosen to favour him, he wasn’t sure, but he at least knew one thing for certain. Elinor Barlow loved him. Beyond all reason, Rowland Graves had earned the love of an angel, and his every day and night with her would be a blessing. He would adore her and hold her every one of them.
