Fiction by Sydney Katt
Sara hated making an ass of herself at parties. Even without the scars from that fateful high school party so many years ago, that alone would have been enough to make her stop going to parties. It was always her friends who insisted on throwing them.
But stopping Nika from forgetfully taking a drink that could hurt her unborn child was worth it. [Read more...]
“I never knew the back seat was the warmest part of the car,” Sara mused once Sucre had closed the door behind them, blocking out the night’s howling winds.
He grinned at her. “I know all sorts of things most people don’t.” After a beat, “So, you and Kellerman?” [Read more...]
Sara hated parties where she made a total ass of herself. Without fail, something always happened to make her regret going the next day. She should really just stop going to parties.
And as parties wore on, it always got worse. [Read more...]
“Let me make sure I understand what’s going on,” Jane began, clearly confused. “You dated back in high school, he cheated on you and now you’re talking about marrying him?”
Sara sighed. Of course it would look that way to someone on the outside of things. “There’s a little more to it than that.” [Read more...]
It took Sara another ten minutes after Nika left to screw up enough courage to leave the bathroom in search of Michael. For all she knew, he’d already left with Jess. Based on the way he’d been all hands with her just before the party, he was desperate to get laid tonight. It probably didn’t matter to him which one of his girlfriends he was with.
Sara shoved that thought out of her mind. It was too painful. [Read more...]
Sara ducked into the bathroom to get away from all the chaos outside. This was possibly the worst party she’d ever been to. Why couldn’t she just have one normal conversation without things turning strange?
It probably had something to do with the fact she had a public boyfriend and a secret boyfriend, both of which currently had their attention focused on their actual girlfriends. [Read more...]
The smart thing to do would be to get out there to help keep everyone in line. The chances of Nika truly having things under control were slim at best. Right now, there was too much tension swimming between too many different people for her to be on top of things. She’d need Sara’s help.
But Sara didn’t hurry.
“So what the hell is going on here?”
It was a valid question. Between everything with Paul and Michael and her own strange behavior, her friend deserved to be confused. Hell, Sara was in the middle of it and she was confused herself. [Read more...]
As more people started to arrive, Sara was grateful the Siskins had a large house with plenty of bathrooms. She’d been able to salvage he makeup in the bathroom she’d fought with Michael in without anyone bothering her. She didn’t look as good as she had when she first got there, but if nothing else, people would just think she was coming down with a cold.
Or that she was stoned. [Read more...]
Why did it feel like she spent more time in the shower or bath than anything else this weekend? This was supposed to be a party, not a lesson in personal grooming. Then again, none of her friends were treating this like a celebration of her birth.
It was more like a battlefield.
Scratch that. It was an [Read more...]
Hi, y’all.
I thought that since today’s the first day of a shiny new month that it was as good a time as any to give you a little update about changes going on at Your Littlest Sin and with me.
So, basically, lots of changes are in the works. I’m looking forward to getting back in the full fiction swing of things around here. I hope to make it worth the wait for y’all.
~Sydney
“It’s been too long.” Impatient fingers trailed up her thigh under her skirt, while hot breath set the skin of her neck on fire.
Sara scowled at him and pushed his hands off her leg. “I know, but not now. Not here, Michael.” She shoved against his chest to put space between them to no avail. He wouldn’t budge.
With a sigh, Michael [Read more...]
Sara watched the look of momentary truce fly between Michael, Veronica and Lincoln before Lincoln said, “It doesn’t matter.” Then the truce died. “What matters is that you tried to have sex with my girlfriend!”
“We were drunk. It doesn’t count.” He met Sara’s gaze for a split second and quickly averted his eyes. “Besides, we didn’t actually sleep together and you weren’t together at the time. For once, Nika’s right. You’re both making a big deal about nothing. I was only trying to help by mentioning it in the first place.” [Read more...]
Ignoring the lingering drowsiness spreading through her satisfied limbs, Sara forced herself to dress quickly. This whole thing was ridiculous. No one ever liked being snowed in, but her friends had planned to stay the entire weekend anyway. With the exception of Jane – whose annoyance she understood – the rest of them had no reason to be melting down like this was the last civilization on Earth.
What was wrong with everyone? They’d been there for one night, not two years. [Read more...]
“What, angel?” He caressed her cheek. “What is it?”
She sighed and dropped her gaze. “Making you wait the six months like you were just some guy I met at college was pointless.” [Read more...]
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