Act I. Seed on Fire by Michele Sims

Seed On Fire (1)

If anyone told me it was possible for Alicia Tavares Moore to look more beautiful than the first day I met her, or lovelier than the day I made her my wife, I wouldn’t have believed it was possible, and I would’ve been wrong.

At six months pregnant with our first child and glowing, she told me on more than one occasion, she was the happiest she had ever been in her life. Her physical beauty had increased along with the size of her perfectly round and protruding belly. The touch of her skin, silky smooth and warm, sent small shivers down my spine and its sunkissed, café au lait color was a delight to my eyes. Running my fingers through her chestnut colored styled hair which had gotten thicker, fuller and bounced easily with each step she took, was a privilege I knew not to take for granted. Thinking about her breast and that behind often caused me to reposition myself in my pants, so I saved those thoughts for my private moments. My girl, my wife, my best friend known as Lecia to most people, was a natural beauty.

Excerpt:

If anyone told me it was possible for Alicia Tavares Moore to look more beautiful than the first day I met her, or lovelier than the day I made her my wife, I wouldn’t have believed it was possible, and I would’ve been wrong.

At six months pregnant with our first child and glowing, she told me on more than one occasion, she was the happiest she had ever been in her life. Her physical beauty had increased along with the size of her perfectly round and protruding belly. The touch of her skin, silky smooth and warm, sent small shivers down my spine and its sunkissed, café au lait color was a delight to my eyes. Running my fingers through her chestnut colored styled hair which had gotten thicker, fuller and bounced easily with each step she took, was a privilege I knew not to take for granted. Thinking about her breast and that behind often caused me to reposition myself in my pants, so I saved those thoughts for my private moments. My girl, my wife, my best friend known as Lecia to most people, was a natural beauty.

I smiled as I thought how grateful I was to live my wildest dreams on top of my game. I had a swank New York apartment and I headlined my own small jazz club in the city with my band Fortune. I have a beautiful wife and we were expecting our first child. Life couldn’t be better for me, Kaiden Moore, or Cade, as my family and friends knew me.

We were both transplants from Charlotte, North Carolina and I grew up in a family of three kids, Vincent, my older brother was without question the family hero and a world class architect, my sister, Doris, the middle kid was a famous opera star. My father Charles Aiden Moore and especially my mother, Lauren Moore were quick to remind me that all of her children were smart and gorgeous. I was the youngest in the family, seven years younger than Vincent and for most of my life, I held a comfortable place in his shadow. We favored each other with caramel brown skin, full lips, dark brown hair, and tall with broad shoulders, but unlike him, my first preference was playing the saxophone instead of sports and I was good at it. We were comfortable in our sprawling home, living in the upscale, southern section of the city known as South Park. Lecia grew up in a devoutly Catholic family in a larger than modest home closer to Uptown Charlotte in a diverse, close knit neighborhood.

Everywhere we went, on the streets of Charlotte, and even on the busy streets near Times Square in New York, we heard the same comments from people who came to talk to her. “You’re such a beautiful young lady and when is the baby due?” Lecia was always patient and graced them with a bright smile but her answers to the usual questions only led to more questions.

“Is this your first child?” and “Do you know the sex of your baby?”

What was there for me to complain about? It wasn’t like I didn’t receive fringe benefits from giving my seed to my wife. She was more than accommodating of my needs for physical contact and often the one who initiated sexual intercourse on a daily basis during her second trimester. Lecia’s libido went through the roof as her pregnancy progressed and I considered it my duty to provide her with relief from her sexual tensions.

“Lecia is everything alright?” She woke up the next morning and took a little more effort getting out of bed. I noticed she had begun to slow down as she entered the seventh month of her pregnancy.

“Don’t you think it’s time to start your maternity leave?” I urged her from the time we got married to give up her job as a Nurse Practitioner at a local clinic, but she had refused.

Michele Sims is the “author-ego” of Deanna McNeil, MD and creator of the Moore Family Saga and the Fire God Series. She loves writing hot love stories and women’s fiction with multidimensional characters in multigenerational families. She is the recipient of the 2018 RSJ Aspiring Author Award and first runner up in the Introvert Press Poetry Contest for February 2018. She is a member of the LRWA, in Charleston, SC and the From The Heart Romance Writers’ online group.

She lives in South Carolina with her husband who has been her soulmate and greatest cheerleader. She is the proud mother of two adult sons and the auntie to many loved ones. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to remember the importance of exercise, travelling, listening to different genres of music, and observing the wonders of life on this marvelous planet.

 

Get to Know The Author Michele Sims:

When did you start writing?

I started writing in 2015 when the character Vincent came to me, began sharing his story, and introduced me to the Moore family. Since creative thoughts about his character kept coming to me, I began writing down my thoughts and many pages later, I realized I had the beginning of a novel.

Why did you choose romance as your favorite genre?

The genre Romance was perfect in that every story has to have a happy ever after or happy for now ending and it suited my passion for writing about love in its many forms. I enjoy hearing the word love and the feeling it evokes. Love in its many forms, eros or romantic love, philia as in affectionate love, friendship or shared good will and agape as in selfless love is something that should be researched so that the power of it can be harnessed and used to help humanity.

What kind of research do you do?

I like researching the setting of the story, the character’s cultural background and the profession of the character. I also find it useful to know more about the current events that occurred at the time of the story.

Who is your favorite character?

Vincent is my favorite character because he was one of my first characters and Vincent is a very complex character.

Did your family support your decision to become a writer?

From the beginning, my husband has supported my passion by providing technical support and helping to set up spaces in our home where I could cocoon to write.

How long does it take to write a book?

It generally takes one to two years to complete a book.

What was your favorite book(s) as a child?

I enjoyed reading the Little House on the Prairie Series by Laura Ingalls Wilder.

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