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DescriptionSEX, DEATH & MOIST TOWELETTES is a short story anthology from bestselling and critically acclaimed thriller author, Jordan Dane. It's a mix of short stories from crime fiction noir to paranormal, with dark humor. The short story titles and descriptions are:
On Her Special Day - The poignant story of a father's love for his daughter on her wedding day.
Dark Kiss - A dark trio of beautiful women are conjured by a troubled runaway boy and his Ouija board - #carefulwhatyouwishfor. (Adult Content)
Her Raven - A mysterious Raven becomes a harbinger of love with an unforgettable message.
Lifeless in Seattle - A unique bed & breakfast called "The Crypt" caters to one woman's special needs. (Adult Content)
For the Love of Moist Towelettes - A fastidious young man will do anything for his 15-minutes of fame
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Excerpt:An Excerpt from Her Raven:
Denton McCall thought he heard his name carried on the faint breeze, a familiar whisper. He jerked his head to the left and narrowed his eyes. Had he imagined it? With wary expectation, he searched the dense stand of evergreens at the base of the Chugach foothills, its ridges dappled with termination dust, the first snow of the season.
What did he expect to see?
A jet-black flash of wing in a far tree limb captured his attention. He tracked the movement of the large bird until he felt the urge to move closer. Denton kept his eyes on the creature as he crossed the grounds.
"Denton, where are you going?"
He ignored the older woman calling his name. After her voice faded, it gave him a strange comfort to realize he was finally alone.
Without slowing down, he yanked at his tie and undid the top button of his dress shirt. He shrugged out of his overcoat and suit jacket and let them drop to the ground. The freedom that came with the gesture lifted his spirit, until the cool gray morning and its steady drizzle dampened his hair and clothes to send a shiver along his skin.
He only cared about one thing.
From this distance, the bird looked like a crow, yet its body mass appeared too big. The size of a bird of prey. It had to be a raven. Her raven. Its inky silhouette struck a contrast with the green of the trees. After several minutes, he lost sight of the creature in the branches and a sense of panic struck him hard.
Where the hell did you go?
Urgency overwhelmed him. Why he had to find the bird, he couldn't quite grasp. Nothing he did these days made sense. Now he picked up his pace as he ran toward the canopy of trees. Once he reached the evergreens, Denton stopped and gazed into the limbs in childlike wonder. He listened to nature's melody and felt the rhythm of his heart slow. The heady aroma of the earth mixed with the gentle patter of rain on the branches, creating a profound serenity that washed through him as he closed his eyes to drink in the sensation.
The pain that infected his soul ebbed to a dull ache.
When he heard the raven's caw again, he opened his eyes and followed the sound. The bird's shadow navigated through dense trees with root systems that dug deep into the earth and dwarfed his presence with their age-old lineage. The forest floor felt spongy and pliable from centuries of dropped foliage. As Denton trekked deeper into the woods, he sensed the spirits that abounded in this ancient house of worship.
He saw a break in the trees ahead and the forest's shadows gave way to an eerie glow.
Sex, Death and Moist TowelettesBy: Jordan Dane