When Dylan Kellerman enters Shannon’s life he changes its course in more ways than one. He gives her hope and promise of a future she was convinced wasn’t attainable. Just as she begins to believe she has finally turned her life into something she can build a future on…blackness takes over.
Blackness Takes Over centers on relationships as a whole, not just romantic involvement. How those relationships grow and develop lead to the love and desire found in Shannon and Dylan’s relationship. Here’s an excerpt where Shannon goes to her first college party at the home of three (soon to be) friends.
As I make my way gradually through the crowd I grip my clutch (hiding my gun) tightly to my side. My gun is my safety net…always has been. My Uncle Mick taught me to shoot when I was eight. That’s how he got me to talk after I went to live with him. It had been a month and I hadn’t said a word, so he took me out onto his land, maybe a few acres out and put a rifle in my hand. Told me to point and shoot at some targets off in the distance. I did. I hit the target on my first try.
I looked up at him smiling for the first time since my life stopped and asked, “Can I do it again?” That’s when my new life began.
He pulls me closer and purrs to my ear, “You look stunning. Don’t walk away from me or one of the guys alone. Understand?” He’s deathly intense when I look in his eyes. Is he worried about me? I nod a little and look around for the other guys.
“Shannon you look good enough to eat!” O’Sullivan is making his way toward me with a Cheshire grin smeared on his face. He rips Kavanagh’s hand off my waist and grabs my hips, pulling me to him. He’s taller than Kavanagh and thus has a couple inches on my embellished height. O’Sullivan is wearing a pale pink, polo shirt and dark loose fit jeans. I love a man secure enough to wear a color intended for newborn baby girls, it shows a quiet confidence. His body isn’t as bulky as Kavanagh’s but it’s still cut and lean, a fighter’s build as I notice his knuckles are mangled and possibly healing from a fight. I stiffen a little at the realization I don’t know these guys at all and squeeze my clutch (I don’t want trouble), his long strong arms snake around my waist to pull me a little tighter when I tense and I feel myself almost immediately unconsciously relax.
The party going males in the room are starting to stare, and I’m sure that’s why he thinks I tensed up. O’Sullivan hasn’t seen me from behind yet, so when he starts to rub my back and realizes it is bare his hand starts to quiver on its ascent. When he reaches the nape of my neck I pull back and look at him. He’s staring behind me at Kavanagh. When I catch his eye he looks deeply into mine.
“Don’t walk away from me or one of the guys alone. Understand?” Serious can’t describe the look in his eyes. I give him the same nod I had given Kavanagh. He leaves one arm around my shoulder and pushes us further in the kitchen.
“That is the finest piece of arm candy I have ever seen O’Sullivan! Where the hell did you pick her up and when do I get a shot?” I don’t see the guy that says it but I feel O’Sullivan’s arm tighten around me before he turns us around to face my admirer.
“Back off Liam. She’s not up for grabs and never will be. You got me?” O’Sullivan is panting. I have no clue what’s going on, but he doesn’t want that guy anywhere near me. Behind him I see the ever massive Callaghan approaching with a concerned yet light hearted look on his face.
“Shannon. You look amazing, get over here!” Callaghan makes a space for me to walk through, but I have to brush past that Liam character who growls as I move past him. Too bad he’s gorgeous because I have the distinct impression he’s bad news.
Callaghan’s massive frame is sporting light khaki cargo shorts and a pale green, button down fussed the same way as Kavanagh’s. I don’t know how tall he is but I’m about 6’ 1” in these shoes and he still has almost half a foot on me. His body is long and lean, a swimmer’s build. Those dimples are irresistible and the smile that they frame is surely from a Colgate commercial. When Callaghan wraps me in his arms he comes to the backless shirt realization like O’Sullivan had. He starts to talk, but I cut him off.
“Don’t walk away from you or the guys alone. I understand.” He has the same serious look in his eyes, but smiles at me when I look up at him. He glances back at the other guys and they all nod in agreement that I’m theirs to watch for the night. Great.
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