Later once the story was complete they didn't feel it was a complete fit for the anthology. Don't ask me why it I hadn't thought to branch out and ask RIP about stand alone work. I was in the groove for the anthology mode and perhaps a lack of confidence? You could have knocked me over with a feather when they suggested just taking "Raynia's Magic" and making it a stand alone story with it's own cover. I was thrilled.
This story was inspired by an object. I'd picked up the amethyst necklace talked about in the story on a lark. I love costume jewelry and stones, or crystals have a special beauty for me. To think of a geode growing in the earth and producing this beautiful gem hidden within a round lump of rock is nothing short of amazing to me.
The story unrolled fairly quickly. One Saturday afternoon I think I wrote five or six thousand words of the story. Now before you hate me for that fire of creativity. LOL. It took almost a year to complete the story and flesh out the edges. It sat simmering on a back burner for a long long time.
When I pitched this kernel to RIP I had to wrestle the story to ground and make it come out at what we know as "Raynia's Magic". At the end of the story I knew I had laid the ground work for future stories with the necklace center stage. I left it to the reader to decide if the necklace contained any magic or not.
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Raynia Castellano is drawn to purchase an
amethyst pendant as an impulse buy but not before the clerk assures Raynia the
magic is in the woman, not the necklace that seems to call to her. And given
Raynia has just left an adulterous ex-husband and has recently settled into a
law practice with her oh so sexy and oh so apparently gay law partners, surely
a little magic is required.
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Just the view of Raynia’s
Marilyn Monroe curves awakened his cock and started an inevitable hard-on. As
she turned for her office, the view of her heart shaped ass finished stiffening
his erection to a painful thickness trapped in his briefs.
The side door of his and
Chase’s connecting offices opened and his partner watched him with a grin and
similar evidence in the form of a tented crotch in his trousers.
“I can’t suffer like this much longer.” He
pulled out the chair and sat down, adjusting his pants and cock to a less
uncomfortable position.
Chase leaned in the opening of
the door. “You’re the one who had the bright idea to let her think we’re gay.”
Chase pushed away from the
doorframe and crossed the room to lean over Peter’s chair. He punctuated his
words with forefinger jabs to Peter’s chest. “Yes, well our little butterfly is
emerging and if we don’t do something soon another bee is going to be dipping
into that honey.”
Peter slapped Chase’s hand
away. “Didn’t anyone ever brief you on the concept of metaphors and
explain--what you do with them should be grounds for incarceration.”
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