Flash Fiction Friday: a little tease from “Tease”


Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday, where I share a little bit of what I’m working on right now. For the last month I’ve shared the beginning of my new action/adventure series, but this week I’m changing things up and giving you a first look at the serial I’m starting to put together. It is very erotic, but this sample should be Safe For Work (SFW) (except for one line that kind of pushes things…). It will be a five-part serial coming to you as soon as I finish revisions (aka, very soon).

I think this first chapter is a little back story heavy and bogged down, feel free to let me know if you agree!

And don’t forget the First Kiss Flash Fiction Blog Hop that is going on this week! Twenty-five free stories to read!



“Your usual?” Mitch the bartender asked without even looking up.

“Please,” I huffed as I threw myself down onto the barstool and slammed my purse on the countertop. Seychelles Bar and Grill wasn’t just the restaurant I tended to eat dinner at every night, it was the restaurant on the ground floor of my apartment building. Inside was dim, but elegant. Dark wood was the main architectural feature and white table cloths covered every table. The bar was situated so that guests had a view out the back window of the beach.

I waved at Hannah, the hostess, as I settled in at the mostly empty bar.

Mitch grabbed the bottle of Wente Cabernet Sauvignon, my favorite of the month, and filled my glass generously.

“How’s it going so far? You aren’t lonely yet are you?” his forced smile told me my unhappiness was obvious.

“I’m up and down,” I confessed. In the short time since we moved to the South Carolina town of Calhoun Beach, Mitch had become a friend and sometime confidante. “I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”

I wouldn’t get used to it.

The problem was my entire world consisted of two people: my little sister Lily, and my best friend from college, Allison. Both of whom, as of two days ago, had left me. Lily was back at Yale for her last year of college, and Allison was on assignment with the London branch of her architectural firm for the next six months. Except for a group trip to London for the Thanksgiving break, I wouldn’t see either of them until Christmas.

I’d been abandoned, or at least that was what I told them as I put them each on their respective planes.

Mitch shook his head, “They’ll be home before you know it and the three amigos will be back here for drinks with me, yet again.”

“I need to make new friends, don’t I?”

Mitch nodded at me. “Pretty much.”

“Ugh.” I grunted and laid my forehead down on the cool surface of the bar. “But I don’t like people.”


I looked up but didn’t move. “Not you, you’re awesome. But most people… they kind of suck.”

Mitch just shook his head like I was a lost cause. “Look, give it a try, you might be surprised. You’ve only been here a few months and you’ve barely scratched the surface on all Calhoun Beach has to offer.”

I grinned as I sat up and shifted back against the barstool. “You mean there are places to eat other than Seychelle’s?”

An old historic building that had been completely refurbished ten years earlier, it was the perfect place to live in the tiny, historic beach town. We had food downstairs nearly every night, a bar any time we needed a drink, the beach out our back door, and a huge, gorgeous apartment. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven when Allison and I did our first walk-through.

“As much as I love having a job…yes, there are other restaurants in town,” Mitch snorted.

“I eat at the diner across the street…”

“You’re hopeless,” Mitch agreed with a totally serious face. I would have punched him in the arm if there hadn’t been a bar between us.

“Fine, I’ll start getting out more, sheesh.”

“That’s my girl.” He pushed my wine glass closer and I took a sip. “Know what you want to have tonight? I can get your order in.”

“Scallops, please.” My stomach started growling at the mention of food.

“Coming right up.”

While Mitch busied himself with my order and the other two customers at the bar, I pulled out my Kindle and dove back into the book I’d wasted most of the day on: a ridiculously over-the-top romance. It wasn’t my usual fare, but with my friends gone, no life, and absolutely no desire for a relationship, it was actually kind of liberating to live vicariously through a fictional character. Love belonged on the page and as far away from my real life as possible. It was safer that way.

By the time Mitch brought me a water, I’d read three more chapters. “Dinner should be right up—” Mitch stopped mid-sentence as something over my shoulder caught his eye. “Hey Adam, It’s been a long time!”

I glanced back as a tall man strode up to the bar and enthusiastically shook Mitch’s hand. He was gorgeous.

Incredibly, perfectly, gorgeous.

My heart jumped and I had to swallow to stop a sigh from escaping my lips. Tan skin, chiseled jaw, straight nose, bright brown eyes, and a muscular body. The immediate physical reaction I had to the sight of Adam was embarrassing.

And much to my delight and fear, he grabbed the seat next to me, sitting down at the bar. Only inches away.

Why was he sitting so close to me when the bar was nearly empty?

Except the bar was packed. Sometime while I was zoned out in my book, the restaurant had filled to capacity—and the only empty seat was the one beside me. Lucky me.

“How’s Germany?” Mitch asked, leaning against the bar with his arms crossed. There was genuine curiosity on his face—this wasn’t small talk.

Adam leaned back in his seat and clasped his hands behind his head, giving me an enjoyable view of his long, lean body. The black t-shirt was fitted enticingly tightly around his biceps. “Man, it’s awesome. I’m having the time of my life. It’s been a real pleasure to see it all come together like this. I never would have imagined.”

“I’m so jealous, but happy for you. I always knew you’d do great things…”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” Adam replied with a proud grin on his handsome face. “Glad to be back home, though. How are things here?”

Mitch chuckled, straightening up. “Same old stuff, nothing really changes. Can I get you a drink?”

“You still got that Golden Goose Ale on tap?”

“Sure do.”

I sat there listening, pretending to read, as Mitch and Adam continued to exchange random information. I couldn’t help but wonder what Adam did for a living, why it was in Germany, or what brought him back home to Calhoun Beach.

Or why he was so damn sexy.

For the first time in two days I wasn’t moping about Lily and Allison—heck I was half glad they were gone. I needed some fun in my life and Adam seemed like perfectly good way to start—if I could form coherent thoughts while looking at his delicious body.

My phone vibrated against the countertop, startling me from thoughts of stripping the stranger beside me naked. Allison’s name was emblazoned across the screen along with a picture of the two of us on the beach. An hour ago I would have been ecstatic to talk to her while I waited for dinner, but things were different now. Now, I wanted to soak up as much as I possibly could of the mysterious gentleman beside me.

I tapped out a message letting her know I’d call her later, when Mitch grabbed my glass and started refilling it.

“Thanks Mitch.”

“No problem Elizabeth. I just got the signal your dinner is ready. I’ll be right back.”

Mitch disappeared and Adam and I sat there, side by side, neither of us with anyone else. It was that awkward silence that comes when you are both fully aware the other one is also fully aware.

“You like the Wente? It’s a favorite of mine as well.”

My heart skipped a beat. He was talking to me in a deep, smooth voice that was softer than when he was speaking to Mitch.

“Yes, it’s very nice. I get it every time I’m here,” I answered quietly, flashing a small smile and making eye contact. Sweet Jesus… his eyes were amazing.

“You come here often then?” he asked, cocking his head to the side studying me as he turned to face me.

I blushed involuntary and suddenly wished I wasn’t wearing a sun dress. My telltale nervous flush extended all the way down my chest, I could feel its burning beacon prickling across my skin. It was a dead giveaway. “Yes, I actually live upstairs,” I point up towards my apartment, hoping to distract him.

But it didn’t work, his gaze was locked on me. It was steady and curious, with just a touch of confusion. “Really? How is it that we’ve never met before? I’ve been eating here for years and Mitch is a childhood friend.”

I took a steadying breath and tried to relax my nerves. It was scaring me how attracted I was to this man. My mind was filling with images of his hands against my skin, roving over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs. I wondered what it would feel like to have his lips on my breasts with his cock buried deep inside me as I rode him.

The images were so real and insistent. I felt like I needed a cold shower just to sit beside him.“I actually just moved to town about four months ago.”

He stroked his chin and I couldn’t stop focusing on his long fingers as the brushed past his lips. “Makes sense then,” he replied. “I’ve only been in and out of town briefly over the last few months. So what brought you to Calhoun Beach?” He leaned his elbow on the bar and I got the distinct impression he was genuinely interested in hearing about me. Which felt weird.

“Work. I’m an assistant professor at the college,” I answered his question but I didn’t want to talk about myself. I wanted to hear about him. “And what brings you to Calhoun Beach from Germany?”

His eyes didn’t move. “My family lives here, I come visit every few months.” The corners of his lips turned up slightly in a half-smile. “Where did you move here from?”

I fought my instinctive need to flee when his questions turned toward my past. I don’t ever talk about my childhood, I avoid all questions related to my parents, and I never tell people my real name. But there was something about Adam, so instead of asking for my check and ducking out the door, I searched for an answer I could live with. “I’m not really from anywhere. My family moved around a lot…the longest I lived anywhere was during college.”

“And where was college?”

“New Haven.”

Adam nodded thoughtfully, “Yale? Good school. And what are you teaching at the college?”

The questions were hard and fast. This wasn’t a normal, casual conversation between two people stuck at the same bar. This was a questioning. Why Adam felt the need to question me, I hadn’t figured out, but a small part of me was hoping it was because he was as attracted to me as I was to him.

“I’m in the Historic Preservation and Community Planning department.” Being a professor was the only thing I ever wanted to do. It was the furthest thing from my childhood I could imagine and it gave me the power and control I so desperately needed.

Adam’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow, you sure picked the right town for that.”

Calhoun Beach was pretty much one giant historic district, with buildings from nearly every era. The College of Calhoun Beach had one of the most prestigious departments for historic preservation in the country. Landing my job at my age was a coup.

It was at that moment that Mitch returned with my dinner. The scallops looked amazing and the smell alone made my mouth water. “Bon appetite, darling. Enjoy!”

“Thanks Mitch.” He caught my gaze, giving me the distinct impression that he was amused, then walked away to serve another customer.

“Those look delicious,” Adam murmured. “You’ll have to let me know what you think. I was going to order the steak tonight, but I think I might change my mind.”

I could swear his eyes were twinkling. Were they twinkling at me? I took a bite and the perfectly prepared scallop practically melted like butter in my mouth. I barely suppressed a groan.

A strange look of pleasure crossed Adam’s face, but he shook his head and closed his eyes, erasing it.

“They really are wonderful tonight, you should get them,” I said between bites, curious about his reaction.

He looked away from me as if he couldn’t stand to look into my eyes. Was I imagining it? I didn’t think that I was. Something had suddenly shifted and Adam seemed almost as uncomfortable around me as I first did around him. He downed the remainder of his drink, clinking the glass against the counter as he waved at Mitch, indicating he’d like a refill.


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Posted on April 11, 2014, in Excerpt, Flash Fiction, Romance, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. David E. Reed, Ph.D.

    Hi Alexis Anne!

    My name is Dr. David E. Reed. I have read some of your erotic and romance writings and I just started to read your webpage http://alexisannebooks.com AWESOME SAUCE X million sistaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……… ;-)))

    I AB-solutely wub all your stories and your website design and information content here. Very nice indeed my lady ! I see that you are perhaps having the blast of your life. You are living your imagination, and there ain’t nothing better than that. You are like me when I write I bet. For me when i write its like taking an interplanetary space trip to another galaxy far far away, but without all that bloody TSA hassle. LOL, right ! OMG you beeeee a ganstaaaaa!!!

    Hey I myself am a literary writer. I just retired, after 26 years of service, from a large pharmaceutical company, Eli Lilly, here in Indianapolis, IN. I am 56 years old. Yup! I know, lucky me, right. But my mind is like a 12 year old. My body, like a 12 year vegetarian girly girl. Teehee, just saying!

    Anyway, I am a Ph.D. chemist, picked that Ph.D. degree up off some crack head in the hood about 27 years ago now. It was either that or a roll of toilet paper. :-)))) Well over the last 56 years i wrote tons of scientific thangs as that was necessary in that line of work. But, now….now that I am retired, I have decided to kick off some of the thangs on my bucket list that I have be harboring for many many years now. I just didn’t have the time and well now I do. Duheeeeee…

    Well, guess what, one of my bucket list items is to start writing Erotica short stories. Well with that said I am almost finished with my first eBook. BAM !!!! I have gotten a commercial artist to do my ebook cover and he just finished. It’s freakin AWESOME !!!!! The bees knees… Me being a newbie here though, I don’t know much about how to get my ebook and its book cover out there. I really do not care if I make anything money on this. I would sell it for free. Which I believe I saw that you did the same thing on your first ebook. I just want people to read my literary handy work and give me feedback to get a feel or pulse if I have it really in me to write something spectacular that everyone who reads it will get a kick out of. My story line is intertwined with sex, some heavy petting, romance, intrigue, and murder. And a beer or two, of course! A CRESCENDO of various emotions and imagery that will stop a clock ! Well I hope anyway.

    Okay, I need some advice from a seasoned individual like yourself. As I said I am a newbie here and I need some mentoring/coaching. I hoping you’ll have my back on this. First off, I know that you publish your ebooks on amazon. Is that the only place??? Do you publish on multiple sites??? Also, my ebook cover is at the moment very very high resolution, i.e. has tons of pixels. That takes up memory and those space. What do you do to get your ebook covers into the amazon site. Is there a particular pixel limit or favorite / guideline that you use??? And how do you initiate the process to get both your ebook cover and the story text into say the amazon site. Is there any guidance you can provide me here…..like watching my back??? Also, one more quickeeeee…..what is the particular font that you use, type and size??? Thanks so much for you time and consideration that you are providing me here. Sorry if I have taken any liberty and I really do appreciate your consideration to all my questions. You go girl, I an extremely anxious to here back from you. I bet with your writing style and humor that it will be another interplanetary motorhome road trip to the starrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzz…… To infinity and beyond!!! Left a Pluto pleazzzzzzzzzzz…..watch it HOLD ON that particular left turn is a real BITCH !!!!! EEEKKK…….

    L8R G8R …… Ta Ta !!!

    Mahalo Sistaaaaaaaaaaaaa……..NICE !

    – David E. Reed, Ph.D.

    Shine ya later gator!!!

  2. David E. Reed, Ph.D.

    Oops! Nope I am not one of those individuals at a toothache trying to find a mouth to invade. I seriously need some assistance from a mentor getting into this erotica publishing on sites like amazon. I assume there are other sites that are as good, or perhaps better??? Okay, I am going back to writing so I need to get in the zone, again.

    Auf Weidershein !

    – David E. Reed, Ph.D.

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