A bite of Mexico
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,201
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A bite of Mexico
Julia Newport's thoughts as soon as she stepped on the soil of Acapulco, Mexico were three-fold: work, rest and Mexican food, not necessarily in that order. Dark shades blocking the sun and a pound of high-SPF sunscreen were her only defenses against being roasted alive from the constant sunny and hot climate.
"Senorita, your bags?" a young man of no more then his late teen's asked her, at which time she gladly gave up her luggage.
"Gracias," she mumbled back. It was her first chance to actually relax on the long trip, and the backseat of the taxi hugged her body as the heavy weight of her shoulder backpack slipped next to her, sinking her deeper into the suprisingly-comfortable seat. Before he could ask for the smaller bag, she smiled and shook her head no. This bag was her life, her soul, the protective shell for her laptop and means of identity, and she had grown to covet it. Damn Leslie for telling her those jokes about being killed and having her organs donated on the black market.
The cab pulled away from the airport's curve, and she was on her destination: whatever would be the lead to her new novel, the third in a series of paranormal thrillers. Julia thought of the days preceding this one. "This trip will clear your mind," my manager said. "Oh, you've needed a vacation for a long time," my editor said. Then why was this trip still having me write?!
It wasn't that writing was difficult for Julia. Her past was always filled with the paranormal. The first two books she wrote were a breeze, since everything she encountered was utilized as source material for the books. A few ghosts here, add a bit of werewolves and tada! Paranormal thrillers, as few could write.
What, she asked herself, would she find in Mexico? The Chupacabra? Ooohh, it ate my goat! The horror! After 30 minutes of turning over various incarnations of the goat story, she arrived at the hotel she was booked in. But by the looks of it, it seemed more like a bed and breakfest; small and cozy.
"Here is my card if you need me again, and welcome to Acapulco," her now dubbed driver said as he helped with her luggage again. The scenery was beautiful. The large villa-like home overlooked the crystal-blue sea a few miles down the road, just one part of the breath-takingly clear vista which thankfully was devoid of tourists.
"Welcome to my home, Senorita Newport. I hope you will enjoy your stay." It was a deep voice that rang of maturity, and when Julia turned to the source, her eyes opened wide. He was six foot one, of tanned and steel body, black shoulderlength hair and brown eyes, and definitley not a child by that freshly-shaven face. "I am Navaro, the owner of the villa." He gave her a formal bow and a smile that screamed of a predator. Julia could not help but morbidly wonder who his prey was.
"Senorita, your bags?" a young man of no more then his late teen's asked her, at which time she gladly gave up her luggage.
"Gracias," she mumbled back. It was her first chance to actually relax on the long trip, and the backseat of the taxi hugged her body as the heavy weight of her shoulder backpack slipped next to her, sinking her deeper into the suprisingly-comfortable seat. Before he could ask for the smaller bag, she smiled and shook her head no. This bag was her life, her soul, the protective shell for her laptop and means of identity, and she had grown to covet it. Damn Leslie for telling her those jokes about being killed and having her organs donated on the black market.
The cab pulled away from the airport's curve, and she was on her destination: whatever would be the lead to her new novel, the third in a series of paranormal thrillers. Julia thought of the days preceding this one. "This trip will clear your mind," my manager said. "Oh, you've needed a vacation for a long time," my editor said. Then why was this trip still having me write?!
It wasn't that writing was difficult for Julia. Her past was always filled with the paranormal. The first two books she wrote were a breeze, since everything she encountered was utilized as source material for the books. A few ghosts here, add a bit of werewolves and tada! Paranormal thrillers, as few could write.
What, she asked herself, would she find in Mexico? The Chupacabra? Ooohh, it ate my goat! The horror! After 30 minutes of turning over various incarnations of the goat story, she arrived at the hotel she was booked in. But by the looks of it, it seemed more like a bed and breakfest; small and cozy.
"Here is my card if you need me again, and welcome to Acapulco," her now dubbed driver said as he helped with her luggage again. The scenery was beautiful. The large villa-like home overlooked the crystal-blue sea a few miles down the road, just one part of the breath-takingly clear vista which thankfully was devoid of tourists.
"Welcome to my home, Senorita Newport. I hope you will enjoy your stay." It was a deep voice that rang of maturity, and when Julia turned to the source, her eyes opened wide. He was six foot one, of tanned and steel body, black shoulderlength hair and brown eyes, and definitley not a child by that freshly-shaven face. "I am Navaro, the owner of the villa." He gave her a formal bow and a smile that screamed of a predator. Julia could not help but morbidly wonder who his prey was.