Snippet from my newest work in progress (book): Losing It

Prologue

He touched her. She felt it, even in sleep, and turned to him in response. Their lips met, in a soft, tender kiss that sent a hot fist of desire through her belly. Their hands, roving over each other’s bodies, linked as they joined together. Their fire turned to blinding, molten heat as their coupling became more and more frenzied. Her hips rolled and met his, thrust for thrust, as they both pushed each other up and over, until they were both out of control. Thunder crashed; shaking the room as she climaxed with an equally passionate fervor, and she cried out…

It was raining. She sat bolt upright in bed, bleary-eyed, as she got her bearings. For a brief moment, she couldn’t remember where she was. The dream was so vivid; it disoriented her so that she didn’t move until her surroundings came into full focus. She got out of bed, smoothing her riotous hair back from her face, and walked to doors that opened out onto a large balcony that gave her an astounding view of the city. She opened the doors and stepped out. The humid night air hit her as she watched the rain fall in filming sheets. A bolt of lightning split the weather-maddened streaky purple sky in half, and thunder roared loudly. A slight wind blew a bit of the falling rain toward her balcony, and mist touched her face. She turned her face to it as she thought again of the dream. She began to shiver in the warm air, and unable to bear the beauty and suggestive sensuality of the rain any longer, turned around and walked inside. She sat on the edge of the bed, and, as if seeing it for the first time, looked at the clock. It was 3:18 am, and she had less than two and a half hours of sleep left before she was to start her day. Deciding it was best to try and go back to sleep while she still had time, she made a quick trip to the bathroom, and then walked down the hall to check on the kids. I hope I didn’t wake them, screaming like that, she thought as she stopped at the first door. She put her hand on the knob, and then it all came rushing back. Her hands shook, and her eyes stung with unshed tears. No, no, no, she thought, remembering, remembering that there were no children in this room, or in the other one. And there would never be again. Nothing would be the same anymore. Why? She asked herself silently, as tears rolled down her cheeks unchecked and her body shook with silent sobs. She slumped against the door, sliding down as though all the energy had suddenly sapped from her…