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Lyla's Song
Kay Layton Sisk
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Renting her cabin to weekenders gives Lyla Lee a sense of independence from her family. But her new guests are raising eyebrows and threatening her place in the community.

Eddie T Samuels is rock music’s number one bad boy. Exiled to a lakefront cabin to recover, he demands a piano. There’s one in the living room, the landlady has too many secrets, and he has nothing but time on his hands.

"So I just needed to know you guys are normal in case he loses his head and proposes over the donuts one morning?"

"No, not really." His left hand began a slow descent down the steering wheel across the space between them to her hair, then to the back of her neck. "You need to know because I’ve been daydreaming about this." He gently pulled her to himself. She came, as if she’d been half-expecting the kiss. He pressed his lips to hers, was as careful, as deliberate as he had been with the first girl he’d kissed. No funny stuff, no tongues, no noise, just a slight pressure, a tenderness; he wanted her lips to be caressed by his. He stroked her cheek with his left thumb. He parted from her long before he was ready.

Lyla had sensed what was coming when his hand was midway through the air to her. All this talk of sexual preference had to be building to something. A small part of her thought of the clichéd ‘paying for your dinner’ routine. Another part was riotously happy that this very virile man next to her was available. Still another realized that she wanted to kiss him. Desperately. God, she almost needed it, so drawn was she to him, to his music, to his essence. She’d not considered backing away, but had let him move her into position, had almost quivered in anticipation. And the kiss, so undemanding, yet so complex, like his rendition of Lyla’s Song. He broke it off, backed away just an inch or two. "Oh, my," the words escaped from her before she could stop them.

"Yes." He said it in a breath. Her eyes sought his, found them eagerly seeking hers.


"Yes?" They were whispering.

"I have daydreams, too." She reached up to his shoulders and pulled him back to her. He came, let her lead the next kiss. When she parted her lips, he moaned and encircled her in his arms. The console was between them and by the end of the kiss, when they were both in hormonal overdrive, they knew it was a good thing for the console to be there. Their lips were inches apart, each savoring the essence of the other. "Lord, Sam, I feel like a schoolgirl."

"I’ve got some schoolboy feelings myself." His face was flushed, and as he cleared his throat, he stretched his legs.

"I’d better be going in." Half turning to the door, she started to raise the handle.

"I’ll walk you." He started to turn in his seat, grinned slightly. "The, ah, the air will do me good."

"It’s not necessary." If he walked her to the door, he’d kiss her again, and that would be awful, wouldn’t it? Liar. That would be wonderful. What if he really wanted to come upstairs? No, couldn’t happen. Not yet anyway. Get a grip, Lyla. He’ll be gone in two weeks!

He was out the driver’s door and around the car before she could sufficiently gather her thoughts. One would think she’d never been kissed! She’d been married! The opening of the door brought her back to reality, and she took his proffered hand and pulled on her skirt and got out. He seemed to be content to escort her to the back door thirty feet away. He swung their hands high like schoolchildren would and the awkwardness was gone. She laughed aloud, pulled slightly on his hand, then stumbled as her right heel found one of the potholes in the uneven pavement. He grabbed her to keep her from falling, his right arm encircling her waist and pulling her to him. He hadn’t meant to kiss her again, but with the length of her body brought to his, he couldn’t help himself. He leaned over as she arched up to him.

Writing is second nature to Kay Sisk, and she’s been doing it since she wrote stories with her fourth grade friends as heroines. She enjoys writing about her native Texas, where she lives with her husband of 35 years and “third family” of three cats, the first family of dogs and second family of sons, having left the nest years ago.

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Contemporary Books

ISBN: 1590886232
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590886236
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 348

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