Six months later, Amelie Lucia Scamo was born, perfect and pure and screaming her lungs out. Boh and Pilot doted on their new daughter, and knew, at last, their family was complete.
The End.
Dance of Love (A BDSM Romance)
By Michelle Love
Donna, 22 and still a virgin, is boarding a plane from Chicago to Spain for a summer vacation to visit her pen pal. She has no idea that she’s embarking on a summer-long adventure full of desire, drama, and passion—with a side of sexy flamenco lessons! Can she tame the wild gypsy heart of her dancing flame?
Chapter 1
“Donna! Welcome to España!” She’d have recognized his voice anywhere, and it carried easily to her from across the busy airport lobby.
The smile that came over Donna’s face couldn’t be stopped as she dragged her suitcase across to José, who she hadn’t seen in years. José. As the wheels squeaked reluctantly across the floor, her heart pounded in anticipation of seeing him again.
And just like that, there he was; on time as always and waiting just for her. José was taller than she remembered, but his big white grin and the perfect wavy hair that always flopped over his brow was just as she’d pictured in her fantasies all these years.
There were butterflies in her stomach and she paused a moment, just taking him in. I’m actually doing this.
He came bounding towards her, his long legs easily covering twice the ground she had made, and grabbed her, pulling her into the warmth of his large frame.
“Ah, my little Donna! I am so happy to see you—let me look at you. Ooh la la, you look good! Ready for a summer in Spain?” he asked in his lightly accented English.
He has the exuberance of an extremely cute puppy, Donna thought, happy that that, too, remained the same.
“Sure am,” she replied, looking up into his handsome face.
“Seriously, where has my geeky little friend gone? You look so sophisticated and grown up.”
His teasing brought a blush to Donna’s cheeks as he continued to hold her at arm’s length, looking her up and down.
“Well, I am a graduate now. I had to grow up sometime.”
He chuckled, giving her another brief hug before letting her go. “I’ve missed you. I miss America too, but I have missed you most.”
Donna had met José her freshman year of college. He’d been studying abroad in the States and they’d quickly developed a close friendship—but nothing more than that, to Donna’s continued dismay. The man had been beautiful even then, when he’d just been on the cusp of adulthood. She’d had a crush on him almost instantly, and her feelings had only grown stronger over the years, thanks to his frequent letters and emails.
“I missed you too. I’ve missed you a lot,” she said, suddenly shy again, her eyes firmly fixed on the diamond pattern of the floor tiles, unable to meet his eyes.
“Come on then, let’s get out of here!” He grabbed the suitcase she had been struggling with, lifted it off its wheels and carried it as if it were as light as a feather.
She tried to keep up with his long strides, but the little red heels she’d worn to impress him weren’t being cooperative. She usually wasn’t much of a heels girl, but she managed to stay upright. As they reached the exit and walked out into the Spanish heat, she felt a warm glow of happiness spread through her.
She did feel sophisticated. She felt good. She felt like a million bucks.
I’ve finally made it.
José was walking slightly ahead now, that bounce in his step forever propelling him forward.
“You are going to love my new set of … how do Americans say? New set of wheels. Yes, you really are going to love them.”
He pointed at a car on the far end of the airport parking lot. There were two cars in view, a bright yellow convertible and an unremarkable black Nissan parked at a bad angle. The convertible had an occupant in it, so she assumed he was talking about the empty Nissan.
“Ahh, yeah. Cool! It’s black, like the Batmobile,” she said, trying to find anything positive to say.
“No, not that old one. The fun one—the yellow beast!”
Donna looked up at the yellow car again, taking a closer look at the woman sitting in the front passenger seat smoking.
