Covenhouse Christmas (part 1)

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Note: While this story is written within the context of the Josephine Series of novels (Black, Red, and Gold), it is considered non-canon. Why non-canon? The story was written for the holiday season without intent that it should fit Josephine’s overall story arc. For this story to make any sense in the arc, it would have to take place between Black and Red. However, for it to occur during the holiday season it would have to take place between Red and Gold. Since both cannot be true, non-canon.

“I want a Christmas tree.”

Grant looked up from the sheaf of papers in his hands, one brow raised. “And I expect you want me to control the weather and guarantee you snow, as well.”

Oh, man, would that be cool. “Can we do that?”

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Lust

But God, that lust. My hands tensed on the steering wheel as I thought of it, wanting even now to touch him again, to feel that brilliant flash of desire. What did they call it in more civilized circles? Chemistry. Yeah. That didn’t quite seem to cover it, though I was closer to understanding what all the fuss about sex was just standing in a room with Black than I ever had been in bed with Max.

-BLACK, Chapter 3, Josephine

Have you ever felt this way about someone?

Introductions: Grant Black

A stranger that you’ve met once, in a brief encounter, shows up while you’re dining by yourself. After trading a few barbs with you, he proceeds to pay for your meal.

“You women today,” he said, ignoring my grabbing for the check as he swept it off the table into his huge hands. “The interesting ones won’t accept a gift, and the boring ones make it an expectation.” He placed a ridiculously large bill in the check wallet and slapped it shut, stowing his billfold in his front pocket. “And so we’re not strangers anymore: I’m Grant Black.”

-BLACK, Chapter 3

So tell me, how would you react to this kind of introduction?