ROSIE’S PROMISE
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Length: Short Story
Price: 2.50

A summer of love, choices, and change…

Billy Ray and Rosie, each full of the promise of innocence and youth, want more than their rural Midwest home can offer. During this tumultuous Vietnam era, Rosie is excited to accept a scholarship to college.

But Billy reveals his defiance of his pacifist, preacher father by declaring that at the end of summer he will enlist to fight in the war.

With the realization looming that all they may ever have is this one last summer together, Billy Ray and Rosie explore their youthful love and passion. Rosie swears to wait for his return from Vietnam.

But only Fate knows how long Rosie’s promise will keep her waiting in bittersweet vigil—and what the consequences of their actions might mean for their future.

EXCERPT:

“Oh, speaking of picking…” Mama poured lemonade over a glass of ice she set in front of the preacher. “Rosie, will you run out back and pick me… Let me think…”

She frowned, looking up at the ceiling as if the answer were written above her head. “I’d say…fifteen…fifteen ears of corn should do it.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. We were gonna have the opportunity to be alone twice in one Sunday?

“Sure, Mama.” I didn’t bother with my shoes and I tried to make it sound real casual when I stopped with my hand on the screen door, looked back and asked, “You wanna help me, Billy Ray?”

He slipped behind me, pushing the door open as an answer.

“Your daddy don’t care, does he?” I glanced back at the preacher man on the front stoop drinking Mama’s lemonade and talking with my daddy as Billy Ray and I made our way through the field.

“Oh, he cares.” Billy Ray picked a piece of long sweet grass and stuck it between his teeth to suck on. “He just trusts me, is all.”

I lifted my blue eyes to his dark ones and we both smiled. “We got a new lamb. Wanna see him?”

“Sure.” He followed my change in trajectory as we cut toward the barn.It smelled like hay and manure inside and the earthy odor of animals. I stopped to give my horse a nuzzle, rubbing my cheek against his silky black nose. Jupiter nibbled at my long, brown hair looking for goodies, and I giggled, pushing him away.

“Not today, Jupiter.” I noticed Billy’s eyes on me as he leaned back against one of the stalls, his arms crossed, just watching.

“He just wants a little sugar,” Billy Ray noted with a slow smile. “Don’t see as I blame him.”

My cheeks blushed even pinker as I moved past him, hearing his boots fall on the concrete behind me as I made my way to the sheep pen. The new lamb was sleeping curled by his mother’s side but he looked up and bleated as we approached. His mother nuzzled him and bleated back as if to say, “All’s well” and the lamb closed his eyes again.

“Ain’t he sweet?” I squatted down to peer through the wooden slats.

“Yep.” Billy Ray leaned over the rail, chewing on his blade of grass. “Not as sweet as you, a’course.”

I snorted, putting my hands on my knees and rocking back, rolling my eyes. “You think I’m stupid, Billy Ray Harris?”

He smiled down at me. “Why would I think that?”

“I know what you’re doin’.” I stood, brushing my hands over my dress as if squatting next to the pen had made it dirty, and put my feet up on the first rail to peer over at the lamb, making me just as tall as the preacher’s son.

“Yeah?” Billy Ray did the same, bringing his height to a full head taller again. His shoulder brushed mine as he reached up to tip his hat back. “What am I doin’?”

“You’re no better than Jupiter.” I nudged him with my knee. The lamb was blinking, swinging its head back and forth between us. “You’re just looking for some sugar.”

“Aw, come on, Rosie.” He tilted his head when he smiled at me. “Can yo

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Pumpkin Eater (http://www.stardustangels.com/bullet...
The Ride (http://www.stardustangels.com/bullet...
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All now have a new home! YAY me!

Time to break out that Easter chocolate to celebrate! *Grin*

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To celebrate the upcoming release of my new book in the MYTHS BEHAVING BADLY SERIES:

“The Surrender of Persephone”

Coming May 7th 2007

I am starting the contest April 1st, so you have plenty of time to get all your submissive fantasies in by May 6th! Email your responses (selenakittyn at yahoo dot com) and the winning entries will be announced on release day, May 7th, and printed on my site!

PRIZES:

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3rd: $10 Stardust Gift Certificate

~*~*Selena Kitt*~*~