I have been working steadily on Forever Fifteen III: Liberation, the third and last installment in the FF series. I know everyone is asking “What’s the delay?” and without giving too many spoilers, I can say I just want it to be right and it has taken me a while to work out all the plot points.
In Forever Fifteen III, we find Lucy living with John, who is all grown up. Just as John has resolved to be on his own as a lonely lawyer, Lucy comes back into his life and their romance blooms anew. There is trouble though because John is anything but a Natural Born Killer. He loves Lucy and yet cannot ever reconcile with what they have to do to survive.
Without giving too much away, I’ll reveal that Sebastian comes back into Lucy’s life at this point with a vengeance. Did you think he would let her go without a fight?
I am shooting to get it done by the end of summer and technically I’m on Draft 3 right now with 2 more drafts to go.
Here is a scene from the third book. Visit ForeverFifteen.com for a DIFFERENT SCENE from FF3. Happy previewing!
The apartment was mellow and inviting.
“It’s good to be back.” Lucy said as awkwardness stole over the end of her sentence. John said nothing as he walked past her, throwing his briefcase in a corner.
“Are you angry, John?”
“John, answer me. I know how you’re feeling. Come on.”
“I’m not angry at you, Lucy. And you don’t know how I’m feeling by looking at my face. You’re just going to have to deal with the fact you don’t know me very well, got it?”
Lucy felt like she had been slapped. “I see.”
Upon seeing Lucy’s distress, John went to her and took her in his arms. Tears sprang to Lucy’s eyes as she grasped her beloved. “Look, Lucy, I thought I would be ready. I wasn’t. Back when I was in my twenties, I watched movies; I read books. I went through scenarios in my head constantly where I was killing and eating people for their blood. I watched too many episodes of CSI. I always thought of you. I’ll be okay. It was worth it for you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Lucy. I think I’m going through some post-traumatic stress is all. I’ve never broken an entering before, let alone what we did afterward. I wasn’t a wild teenager — hell, you know that, you were there. Believe me, I tried to put myself in the place of a heartbroken parent whose child Alan Downs scarred for life, but when push came to shove, he was just another human being. I made a big mistake. I looked in his eyes.”
Lucy closed her eyes. “So true. Even the most horrible of murderers, child molesters, rapists, or abusers can change. That’s what always tortures me. Alan Downs might have changed someday. Sure, it wasn’t likely, but then we didn’t give him a chance at redemption, now did we?”
“That DVD he had. I don’t know if such a person can be rehabbed. Still, if there was any way we could avoid doing what we did in the way we did, I would.”
“That’s why I love you so much, John. I knew you wouldn’t have an easy time of murder. I knew you would see it for what it was, which is rather unique in a vampire, or at least the few I have met.”
“Me, a vampire. Weird. I’ve called people psychic vampires before. Usually it was meant as an insult.”
“Psychic vampire? If only it were so easy! I would love that, to be an exclusively psychic vampire.”
“We could assault people with death rays from our minds.” John said as he pressed his thumb into Lucy’s forehead.
“Think of how easy that would be! We’d never have to worry about being caught.”
Lucy began to kiss John. He responded, weakly at first. Lucy pressed her lips against John’s stubbly cheek, enjoying the feeling of his hot breath so close to her ear. John’s movements became frenzied as he stripped Lucy of her shirt and pants, his hand tugging at her panties. Lucy’s skin became deliciously electrified as John pulled his shirt off. Any mourning over John’s young adulthood she had missed out on was replaced with a desperate longing for his fully matured body. She ground her hips against him, pulling him hungrily to her mouth. John looked down at himself as he freed his erect member from the crisp blue jeans he had worn to the occasion of his first murder.
“Come to bed, old man.” Lucy said as she disappeared into John’s darkened bedroom.
John followed her, shedding his pants at the doorway.
Lucy found John in the dark. She groped him and kneaded at his sweet flesh until she could take it no longer. John lay on his back, putting his arms behind his head, offering himself. Lucy climbed on top of him and he thrust into her body, causing a powerful ripple of sensation that made her cry out. She pinned John’s arms with her hands as their chests touched, her hips moving of their own accord as she was filled with the heaviness of his penis. A long, torturous orgasm tickled its way out of her base, gripping her like a threading vine as it worked its way through her. She looked down upon his wonderful face, the face she had longed for ever since first taking real notice of it when he decided to look her way in high school. Her legs spasmed as the shock of orgasm poured through her. John pushed violently, his own body buckling with bliss as his cock stiffened and pulsed. John was hit by his own torrent of ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around him as he shoved into her, gradually slowing from jerks to a slow, coursing wave. They lay together, entirely happy as the apartment loomed around them in silent darkness.”
“Isn’t it nice to be able to do it without worrying about my parents or brother coming home?”
Lucy smiled. “Yes. Not as kinky though.”