Moondrip

“Maybe I'm trying to?”
― J. Rose Black, The Real Ones

“Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss. Salt from her tears mixed with her natural sweetness. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Her softness, her scent, she filled and overran his senses. He mouthed another kiss against her lips. Heat flared inside his abdomen when she opened her mouth, and kissed him back with firmer lips. 

He sank into her embrace, the heated connection she offered. A kinetic warmth surged through him, lighting, igniting dormant pieces inside—like someone returning home . . . A soft groan, hushed breaths. Their mouths parted and found each other again. He slid his hand behind her neck as he deepened the kiss.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“The exotic beauty and nostalgic charm of the old brick and etched-stone museum appeared to be an apparition of grander days.”
― Rich DiSilvio, The Arnolfini Art Mysteries

“Everything for the game.”
― J. Rose Black, The Real Ones