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People look for luck in many places...
at the end of a rainbow
in a Leprechaun's hat
rubbing a rabbit's foot
picking up a shiny penny
I know a lot of people think of the number 13 as unlucky,
but I consider it
a very LUCKY number!
Word has it an upcoming Rockets player will have 13 on his back.
And some people are just looking to
In my paranormal short story,
THE SEDUCTION OF DAMIAN,
Damian has a "lucky" experience of his own.
The lipstick tube she held up in triumph was as orange as the makeup it contained. She rubbed it over her lips, making the line much higher than her actual lip. A circus clown would have been proud. When she smiled her dingy, yellow teeth had a complimentary orange shadow.“Um, if you’ll excuse me,” he begged her, “I’m just going to—”“Slip into something more comfortable?” Her nasally giggle made every hair on his body stand on end, waving tiny white flags of surrender.“Yeah, something like that.”“I could help you.”He swallowed the bile that rose in the back of his throat. “That’s okay, I can manage.”His feet couldn’t move fast enough as he retreated to his bedroom. His feet ate up the stairs, taking them three at a time. Fighting the urge to slam the door, he instead fumbled with the lock, hoping she wouldn’t try to follow him. He prayed she’d left her wand at home—with the rest of her clothes. He paused, freezing the breath in his lungs, and listened. When only silence answered from the other side of the door he sighed.Rummaging through the dresser, he pulled out an armful of underwear and dumped it on the bed. He jammed a foot into some very unattractive tighty-whities, his toe getting stuck on the hem. He hopped around until he freed his wayward appendage, nearly ripping out the seam to do so. A quick cup of his hand to arrange things down below, he pulled on some boxer-briefs, completing the armament with an additional pair of boxers. With his genitals safely hidden beneath three layers of cotton, he reached for a pair of jeans.Levi’s, not Lucky’s.No one would be getting ‘lucky’ in this house tonight!
I am Morgan Kearns, former journalist,
currently the author of paranormal and contemporary romance. Thanks for stopping by!
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