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Imagine: Steve finds you training and decides it's the best time to punish you
excerpt from Somewhere Between Here and There on ao3!
The sound of elevator doors opening from down the hall cut my internal monologue short as my heart leapt out of my chest. I ran to the wall and made to grab a resistance band from the rack. But the second my hand hit the hook, I could feel the cool blue eyes on my back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing the air to surround and smother the fire in my chest. I let the breath out, my panic seeping out of me and into the floor.
In the corner of my eye, I could see his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He didn’t even bother to feign nonchalance as he leaned against the doorframe and shot his glare across the distance between us.
My panic was replaced by an icy emptiness as silence screamed through the room.
I tried to find some nerve. “Did they send you down here with a script or are you just going to watch me?” I wanted to ignore the way Steve’s eyes narrowed at the prodding question. I muscled myself into a brave face as I turned towards him, meeting his glare with defiant indifference. “Was it Bucky or Nat?”
Steve clenched his jaw and looked at the floor. “Sam,” he answered through gritted teeth. “Said I owed him one.”
Surprise ran through me. “Sam used his DC chit for this?”
Steve wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“You must’ve really not wanted to see me.”
“You’re damn right.” His words were clear and biting even if they were directed at the floor. His eyes moved to mine and a shiver crept down my spine. “I didn’t appreciate the way you spoke to me last night.”
My jaw clenched. “I don’t think it was undeserved.”
“Then we disagree.”
I bit back my anger. “You’ve been avoiding me.” I could see the next words on his lips, but I cut him off. “You go around kissing me and holding me and looking at me in this way that I can’t understand, and then you refuse to talk to me about it!”
“You’re right,” he snapped. “You don’t understand. And you had no right to berate me in front of my own damn team!”
“Well maybe you should listen to your team for once. They know you, they can see what’s going on!”
“And how can you know me? You don’t know my team. You’ve been gone for years!”
“Maybe I wouldn’t’ve been if you’d talked to me! If you’d been there! If I had been with you that night, I—.”
I stopped myself. My words hung heavy in the air as they sunk into our skins. I could feel the bitter taste of regret filling my mouth. I said it to hurt him and he knew it. The silence was deafening and I could feel my body start to squirm in discomfort.
He shrugged his weight off the doorframe and took slow, measured steps towards me. Stalking forward, his eyes bored into mine, but I rooted my stance in the ground and waited as he grew larger and larger in my field of view. In cold, breathless moments, he had eclipsed my vision, standing inches from me and letting waves of anger radiate off him.
I found courage I didn’t know I had as I swallowed my regret and lifted my chin at him, waiting for an answer, for a word to slip through those pursed lips. I wasn’t going to break under the stress of his anger. He wasn’t going to win.
Steve read my resolve and his eyes turned from angry to calculating. He met my level of determination as he finally turned away from me, walking further into the room and casually surveying the empty space.
“Lets spar.”
Whiplash pounded through my neck as I threw my eyes to the back of his head.
He met my gaze again, this time with goading, arrogant eyes. “You came down here to train, didn’t you?”
My surprise melted into anger. “You can’t be serious.”
He ignored me. “You could certainly use the practice. You were sloppy on the field, everyone could see it.”
I saw red as the tall blonde turned away from me and walked towards the mat. “Don’t pretend this has anything to do with my training.” I chased him across the room. “You’re just desperate for a fight. And if you can’t get me to give into your temper tantrum, you’ll settle for throwing me into the mat!”
He stopped and turned so suddenly that my chest froze just breaths away from his. The anger was back in his eyes now, cold and menacing as he looked down at me, and the air between us retreated into my lungs. Words he couldn’t find dissipated in the inches between us before he turned, striding towards the far corner of the mat.
I swallowed hard as the air rushed out of my lungs. I watched as he took his place for the spar, his arms flexing under the thin fabric of his running clothes as he lowered himself into a fighting position. A chill ran up my spine as I followed his lead, nervously preparing myself and frantically searching for weak spots I knew I wouldn’t find.
Our eyes met, long and lingering as we swayed in our defenses. I tried to read into his gaze, to find the moments in between the flashes of dominance. I knew they were there, flickering in the blue of his eyes. I saw the anger, that much was easy. I saw pain, sadness, frustration. And then I saw something else. Something wild, and feral, and determined.
Before he charged.
Panic froze my system as he sped towards me. In two easy strides, he was close enough to grip me around my waist, flip me, and throw me against the ground. He twisted, pinning me, my face pressed hard against the sticky mat. I squirmed for a minute as his weight covered me. Long limbs tangling in mine as my commanding officer held me to the ground. I tapped the mat, paying the price in pride as Steve stood and walked back to his corner, a cocky ease in his gait.
I scrambled to my feet, shaking out my arms and lowering myself as he turned towards me again. His eyes, still angry, glinted with a flash of challenge. Daring me to move.
Adrenaline coursed through me as I took the bait. I ran towards him, striking with my right hand to draw his attention as I jabbed him in the side with my left. The blow fell on marble skin. He grabbed my left wrist and twisted my arm behind me. He pulled me against him, the heat of his chest firm against my back as he pressed my arm between us.
“Come on,” he muttered in my ear. “You know how to get out of this.”
My anger flared at the condescension in the command. I twisted my right leg to hook behind his knee and he released me, by choice, fueling the fire in my heart.
Turning, I ran for him again, but he caught me. With one hand pillowing my head, he threw me back into the mat. I tried to wrestle from his hold, but strong hands captured my wrists and pulled them taunt over my head. Holding himself over me with a single arm, he trapped my legs with his.
Our faces were inches apart as he dragged his eyes from my heaving chest up my neck. They froze for a moment on my mouth, watching the heated pants drive through my parted lips. I could see his jaw clench, his breath freezing in his chest. My breath slowed but my heart kept its rapid pace as I watched his eyes finally fall on mine. He was so close.
He let go of my wrists and lifted himself off of me. I felt my skin go numb. He turned as he started to stand from the mat.
No.
In a desperate rage, I kicked his weight out from under him, sending him tumbling backwards. I seized my moment and jumped on top of him, pining one wrist under my right leg and the other with my left hand as I laid my body heavily across him.
The annoyance was back in his eyes as he glared at me. “Really?” he mocked.
But I was unrelenting. I sunk my weight on top of his chest. He would feel me. He would see me. He would not leave me here unsatisfied.
In an easy motion, he swept me off his chest, tossing me on to my back and trying to roll on top of me again, but I threw his momentum across me, letting him land back on the mat as I came up to straddle him.
I could see the frustration pumping through his body as he landed, and in an instant, he had lifted his upper body off the ground to meet mine. His right hand flew to the back of my neck, ready to fling me off him once more.
But he didn’t. He stilled, his movement frozen in time. I could feel the tension in every part of him. In the shoulders under my hands. In the grip behind my head. In the strong thighs against my ass. There was the closeness again. The breaths that caressed each other’s skin. And the gaze that locked between us.
His lips crashed into mine in a fury and I responded in kind.
My hands flew from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, pulling his face impossibly closer to mine as the kiss deepened. His free hand came off the mat to squeeze my thigh before moving firmly to my ass and pushing me down on to his lap.
I rocked my hips against him as I rolled my body into the kiss, pressing my chest into his.
He sucked in a sharp breath at the friction and turned his face into my neck. His grip on my ass tightened, pushing me further and further down onto him as I ground my hips into his. His fingers moved from my neck to my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling harshly to expose my neck.
I gasped at the sensation and let my body tense as the pain rang through me.
“You’re fine,” he growled the words into my neck and I felt something flutter deep inside me. His lips traced the whispered words, laving over my neck. Kissing and biting hard enough to mark me for the mornings to come.
My eyes rolled back into my head as he worked gasps and moans from my lips. I rode his lap, desperate for friction and feeling him stiffen below me. Through the layers of clothes, I traced his cock with my pussy, letting my wetness seep through my pants.
“Jesus.” He groaned a prayer into my ear before trailing a kiss down my jaw and capturing my lips again. In an easy motion, he clutched me against him, lifted my weight into his arms, and laid me gently on the mat. The butterfly soft touch of the ground against my skin was in sharp contrast to the war his lips were raging against mine.
I wound my hand into his hair and pulled him roughly away from the kiss. I stared into his eyes, my anger from before anything but quelled by the sudden outburst.
“This conversation is so not over.” I murmured as I fought the urge to sink my fingers into the muscles of his arms.
His wild eyes flashed at me, amusement behind annoyance as he lowered his face to mine, his lips ghosting a kiss over mine as he whispered: “Why do you always have to be so damn stubborn.”
On his last word, his hips snapped into mine, the contact through our clothes making me gasp in pleasure.
Not one to waste a gaping mouth, Steve’s lips attacked mine again, open mouthed and messy. My tongue fought a losing battle for dominance, but the thrill of friction between my legs sent my mind spiraling to anything but defiance. My hands roamed over him, nailed digging into his back as I pulled at his shirt, desperate to get it off of him, to feel his skin against mine.
His hands were finally coming to claw at the unnecessary fabric when the sliding of the gym door drew both of our attention.
We were frozen in action, Steve laying heavy between my legs and me, flat on my back and panting for air when Tony had approached the automatic door. His jaw dropped at the sight of our kiss swollen lips and a childish grin was spreading across his face when—.
Thunk.
The sound of metal on skull rang through the air and Tony’s smile faded as he fell, comically stiff, to the floor. And standing behind him: Bucky, holding a newly dented fire extinguisher.
There were footsteps in the hallway.
“Oh good you caught up with hi—.”
Natasha’s voice faltered as she turned to see Steve and I looking at the both of them in horror. She bristled and shrugged.
“What? We didn’t even use drugs this time.”
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While I'm busy reading romance this lovely month, I remembered another couple of shots I had never shown yet. And while I'm in a loving mood, why not. I was feeling inspired by my short story I did a while back. Link in bio 💜 #writingcommunity #shortstory #writing #eroticstories #writersofinstagram #writer #eroticaromance #romance #romancereader #romancewriter #photography #selflove #selfmodel #submissivewoman #kinkcommunity #commaful https://www.instagram.com/p/CoieLD7rkEv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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DEVIL: Excerpt
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Here is the new and improved excerpt/description for The Saints Devil, also know titled Devil for the updated/manuscript version of it! This will be the description used when publishing as well as the cover!
He was a Saint. He was the Devil. But even the Devil has a weakness.
Frank Bellinor, codename Devil.
Ruthless, merciless, and anything but nice.
He was a man haunted by his demons, by his past. Being the Saints Brotherhood’s personal Devil, he used it to his advantage.
Nothing has been able to quiet the screams in his head, until he met her.
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She became a Saint. She was an Angel. But even an Angel can fall.
Charlie Malatesta.
Affectionate, fearless, and anything but evil.
She was a woman running from her past, from her trauma. Being the sister of the leader to a motorcycle club came in handy when her life depended on it.
Nothing has been able to make her feel safe, until she met him.
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They came from two different worlds, with demons haunting their every corner.
He’s forced to allow someone into his sanctuary, and she’s forced herself to be worthy.
No one could’ve prepared them for the saving they’d do for each other.
No one could’ve prepared them for the betrayal and fight they’d endure for each other.
Will the Devil overcome his demons and allow himself happiness? Will an Angel find her wings again and fight for who she loves? Or will they allow their pasts to consume them?
A slow-burn, opposites attract romance.
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Writteninmagic’s Tumblr Introduction/Q&A
It’s so weird to be typing on Tumblr considering I haven’t touched Tumblr since I was fifteen years old and discovered Twitter. Now being twenty-six years old, I find myself coming back to Tumblr for a safe space on the internet. Anyways...for those of you who follow this blog or are interested...I’d love to introduce myself to you all!
My name is Grace. I’m twenty-six years old and I live in Atlanta, Georgia (hopefully I will be moving soon). I currently have a TikTok with over 4k followers on there...however, I’m looking to have a more private safe space on the internet where I can make better friends & connect with other writers on here without having to post pictures of myself all the time.
Don’t get me wrong, I love TikTok, but I wanted a more fun space to focus on books, writing, spiritual content, and all of my favorite fandoms without the drama of stuff online & posting my face all the time.
My favorite authors are Katee Robert, Rebekah Whetherspoon, R.F. Kuang, Rick Riordan, Roshani Chokshi, Sabaa Thair, Gena Showalter, Tessa Dare, and many more.
My current read: I just finished Court of The Vampire Queen and now I’m switching over to Wattpad to read The Claimed: Rashika’s Resistance by KJ Lissaut.
A little fun fact about me...I started professional tarot reading three years ago when my ancestral & natural psychic gifts emerged from a really strong spiritual awakening (was a full-blown atheist beforehand). I’ve become a certified reiki master since & do professional tarot readings/healings for my clients. I used to get these feelings as a kid...however, my psychic abilities really ramped up while I was in college and I couldn’t avoid them any longer. So, yeah...I’m psychic...not psycho LOL! This is also why I’m kind of fleeing to Tumblr...a lot of my other social media became somewhat unsafe/compromised as many people in my personal world don’t approve of my lifestyle. Plus, I wanted some time to focus on other aspects of my life...not just giving tarot readings 24/7 on TikTok.
What the fuck do they know anyway? Ya know? So, I’m here. Feel free to ask me any questions about myself, my current writing projects, or which fandoms I like. I hope to become friends & get to know some of you guys here :)
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It’s transgender awareness week and here I am, a self-published trans author with my pile of comics to mail out after a successful Kickstarter campaign!! If you’re trans and also feeling the weight of all the constant attacks on our existence right now, I hope this helps you know that doing what you love and finding support from strangers all over the world is completely possible! 💙💗🤍💗💙 If all you can do is exist right now, I promise it’s making a huge difference. #queeractsofresistance #resonancecomic #transauthor . #lgbtq #lgbtqia #smallbusiness #smallbusinessowner #queerartist #queerauthors #transauthor #transartist #queerartist #comicsforsale #transcomics #indiecomics #lgbtcomics #lgbtcharacters #lgbtromance #romanceauthor #romancewriter https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck-UuP_OOZy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Season Two Episode 4-6 of Blennies Hitch MC series by Esther E. Schmidt is LIVE!! The whole series is now COMPLETE! 💙Blennies Hitch Motorcycle Club Series💙 is back with Season Two: an all new case and adventure! Blennies Hitch MC is an interconnecting novella series. Each book features a new couple, however, the storylines will flow from one book into the next. Experience this brotherhood through the eyes of one couple after another as they find their own HEA while the story of life continues.
Be sure to snatch the episodes 4, 5, and 6 up quick for only 99c each before the price increases to $2.99! Get them here:
Amazon US: https://amzn.to/429hVJu
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Brixton (& Marlene)
I didn’t expect to be captivated by a person of interest during an undercover job on a cruise ship to unravel criminal activities. Making her fall for me is the easy part. Solving a murder and exposing other criminals is where danger starts to pull both of us under.
Dutton (& Alwyn)
Years ago I was caught off guard and gave my raw opinion to my first love when she decided to pursue a career in law enforcement, causing our breakup. Today she’s the reason I’m alive because she chased her dream and became a homicide detective. This case might have brought us back together, but we still need to survive in order to love again.
Dwight (& Rowan)
Diving into the ocean to pull her lifeless body out of the waves drives me to become this woman’s protector. Especially when the criminal we’re after will stop at nothing to obtain vengeance. Our only defense is to stand strong together and face this havoc head on.
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I'm Back!
Okay, I’m sorry. I’m embarrassed about the long absence.
I’m back.
For real.
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I love you!
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Had she known ‘doing the right thing’ would land her jobless, homeless, and snowed in with a moody bear of a man guarding her, Bobbie Strada might’ve thought twice.
Last thing US Marshall Dag Toland needed was to get stuck protecting a witness as tempting as this one. Especially when forced to share a small mountain cabin in the middle of a snowstorm.
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Fluffy Romance - Those soft, feet kicking, cheeks blushing, domestic life, right in the feels type of stories. (All Ages)
Adult Romance - Liking things a little more on the rough side. Mind-numbing, babble-inducing, toe curls, breathtaking moments that are too hot to not share. (18+ seriously, don't be that person)
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Here is a sneak-peak at the "Attachment" Series I am currently working on! The manuscript and edits for the first one, Inconvenient Attachment, are currently under works and can be found on my Wattpad!
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Itty Bitty Romance Writer
I just started my book with three pages of this EditorXWriter trope because I literally have nothing else on my mind for a romance combo. So far so cringe but I am my worst critic. I’m not quite sure what type of romance trope I want to go for like a sunshine-gloom with a friends to lovers, or an enemies to lovers trope.
I’m fresh outta ideas.
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I Spy A New Episode Alert! 1-9 now available! First 3 episodes available for free!
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Hey readers, Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I am working on re editing Bonded to Sin and The Elemental Sisters: Spirit. I started a new job so should have more time to write during Spring, Summer, and Winter breaks as well as Fridays and Sundays. Updates will be on Fridays and Sundays once the editing is done. I apologize again for not updating regularly. Things have been insanely busy. I am focusing on Finishing Bonded to Sin and The Elemental Sisters: Spirit and once these two books are done, I will work on The Lycan King's Hybrid Queen and Hunter Bride. Thank you so much for your patience. Thanks for reading :) #romancebooks #romance #fantasy #paranormal #fatedmates #witches #fairies #elves #demons #romancewriter https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5d699PSi0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Blennies Hitch Motorcycle Club Series by Esther E. Schmidt is back with Episode 5!
The COMPLETE Season Two (Episode 4-6) is also available in Hardcover or Paperback NOW or get the individual episodes on eBook: Amazon US: https://amzn.to/43cFtO4
All other platforms: https://books2read.com/rl/BlenniesHitchMC
Author: Esther E. Schmidt
Cover & Patch Design: Esther E. Schmidt
Release Day Episode 5: March 26, 2024
This book is NOT a standalone. Blennies Hitch MC is an interconnecting novella series. Each book features a new couple, however, the storylines will flow from one book into the next. Experience this brotherhood through the eyes of one couple after another as they find their own HEA while the story of life continues.
Dutton – Years ago I was caught off guard and gave my raw opinion to my first love when she decided to pursue a career in law enforcement, causing our breakup. Today she’s the reason I’m alive because she chased her dream and became a homicide detective. This case might have brought us back together, but we still need to survive in order to love again.
Alwyn – Being confronted again with the man who didn’t think a woman should be in the line of fire gives me a chance to prove him wrong. Though, it’s short-lived when bullets fly and the ocean tries to pull us down into oblivion. Working as one is our only shot when it comes to life, love, and chasing down killers.
Dutton and Alwyn’s story is episode five of the Blennies Hitch MC series. Continue the Blennies Hitch story in episode six with Dwight and Rowan as they proceed to fight justice to reveal the truth.
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As much as I like reading a good romance, they're so repetitive. A lot of it is just about a rich man that captures the heart of an innocent broken girl. One who's too broken to look after themselves.
Nah, fuck that.
I want one where both people are broken and work together to help fix each other only for them to fall even more in love as time goes on.
I'm not sure if there are books like that. If so would love to know. Otherwise, I'll make that happen someday myself.
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