CMCon17 Halloween Flash Fiction with Dee Davis

Day three of our annual Flash Fiction event brings us a sexy, emotional Halloween-time story from another first time Featured Author at Coastal Magic, Dee Davis!

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In addition to sharing her short story here… Dee’s sent us the cover of the first book in a new romantic suspense series!! Check below her flash fiction to see a first look at FADE TO GRAY!

Don’t forget to comment on this post with a question or comment for her (or for us), to be entered to win a prize pack of books & swag from many of our authors this week! (And be sure to check back on our “kickoff post” for the full schedule of participating authors. So many great stories, and each day you can enter to win!)

Here’s the image that inspired her story…

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In My Dreams

Caroline lay in her bed in the dark wishing Ethan weren’t so very far away.  It was only the second time they’d been parted since they were married, and there was so much she wanted to tell him.  

She rolled onto her side, the golden glow of the jack-o-lanterns on the porch flickering through a crack in the curtains.  Automatically, her hand moved to her still-flat belly and her heart fluttered at the thought of her news.

Pregnant.  She was pregnant.  No, they were pregnant.  The doctor had confirmed the news this morning.  This time next year they’d have their own little ghost or goblin for Halloween.  It was all they’d talked about, starting a family.  And now, in the most important of moments, Ethan was gone.

Of course she could text him.  He’d still be in the air.  And he usually bought Wi-Fi.  But somehow she wanted to share the news in person.  This wasn’t the kind of news one texted.  She snuggled into the soft down of the comforter, the cool October air caressing her cheek.  Her eyes drifted shut, and she let her thoughts move to Ethan.  

His strong hands.  His hard body.  His beautiful face.  With a smile, she let sleep entice her, the dark closing around her, dreams of her husband and their beautiful baby dancing in her head.

Somewhere in the darkness the clock struck twelve, the chimes clear in the cold night air.  The bed depressed with the weight of another body and Caroline rolled sleepily into the warmth of her husband, his scent soothing and familiar.  

“You’re supposed to be flying,” she murmured as she lifted her head for his kiss.

“I wanted to be with you,” he said, his strong arms pulling her close as his hands stroked her body.  Heat coiled deep inside her and she shifted beneath him, wanting his touch.  

His lips met hers, brushing her lips once, twice, then deepening the kiss, his touch passionate and possessive.  And then his mouth moved lower, tracing the column of her throat, caressing the hollow between her breasts, his silky hair brushing her against her skin. Her nipples hardened and molten fire pooled between legs.

God, she loved him so much.

He pushed the fabric of her nightgown above her hips and she quivered in anticipation as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, his fingers slipping between her legs, stroking, caressing.

She arched upwards as he found her core, and suddenly he was there, filling her.  Loving her.  Faster and faster they moved, each stroke more exquisite than the last.  As they found release, she wrapped her arms around him, knowing that he was her soul.  Her heart.  That with him—anything was possible.

They lay in the darkness, the sound of his heart beating beneath her cheek.  Her fingers moved in lazy circles across his chest.  This was heaven.  The two of them together.  Surrounded by the velvet darkness of the night.

She sighed, wondering if she could possibly be more content.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered.  “I have something important to tell you.”

She felt him smile, and her heart rejoiced.  “I saw the doctor today.”  She paused, snuggling closer, savoring the moment.  “Ethan, we’re having a baby.”

“I know,” he answered, his voice hoarse with emotion.  “I love you, Caroline.  I will always love you.”

She nestled against him, content to lie there against his warmth.  “And I will always love you.”  Sleep curled through her mind, and she drifted away, knowing that he was there, holding her, keeping the night at bay.

The sound of the phone broke through her sleep and for a moment Caroline felt anger.  She’d been so warm and cozy and…

She sat up, pushing her hair from her face, the phone still screeching.  She fumbled for the bedside table, looking to Ethan’s side, surprised to find it empty.  Still, fog-headed from sleep she picked up her phone and glanced at the screen.

Ethan’s laughing face smiled up at her.  A photo from last summer.

The image changed as she answered the call, a number she didn’t recognize.  “Hello?” Confusion warred with a sudden sense of unease.

“Is this Mrs. Daniels?” a deep voice asked.

“Yes?” Concern morphed to alarm.  “Who is this?”

“I’m calling from the airline, ma’am.”

“The airline?”

“Yes, I’m afraid I have some news,” the voice paused for a moment then rushed on.  “We usually like to send someone in person, but I’m afraid with the…well, with the magnitude of it all…it’s just…not…”  Again a pause.  “I’m afraid it isn’t possible.  I’m so sorry.”

Her gut clenched and she grabbed her belly, instinct urging that she protect herself and her baby.  “About what?  What are you sorry about?”  Her mind was screaming but her heart insisted it couldn’t be anything terrible.  Ethan was home.  He’d made love to her last night.  She’d told him about the baby. She’d fallen asleep in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Daniels,” the voice said.  “Flight 761—your husband Ethan’s flight—there was a malfunction.  The airplane crashed.  There were no survivors.”

She dropped the phone, reaching for the bed, is if somehow she could make Ethan materialize.  Make him come to her.  

Come to her…

“We’re having a baby.”  Their conversation repeated itself in her head.

“I know.” How had he known?  Not even she’d known until the doctor.  “I love you, Caroline.  I will always love you.”  Ethan’s final words echoed again through her head.

She grabbed the phone.  “What time was it?” she asked, her voice cracking as she struggled for words.  “The crash?  What time was it?”

“At midnight.  The plane exploded at midnight.”

In My Dreams, Copyright, Dee Davis, October 2016, all rights reserved.


Be sure to keep your eyes open for the release of FADE TO GRAY — the first in a new romantic suspense series!!

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And her newest release, available now…

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When not sitting at the computer writing, award winning author Dee Davis spends her time exploring Connecticut with her husband and Cardigan Welsh Corgi.  Visit her at www.deedavis.com

6 Comments

  1. Comment by donnas:

    Wow, short but oh such a powerful story.

  2. Comment by Al:

    Oh, that’s heartbreaking.

  3. Comment by Samantha Rozyczko:

    Oh wow. That beautiful and sad all at the same time.

  4. Comment by Serena S.:

    The images I’ve seen so far are amazing. Nice flash fic too.

  5. Comment by Linda Shoun:

    Very moving.

  6. Comment by Aletheia Knights:

    Geez, rip out my heart and step on it a little, why don’t you. <3 <3

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