Affairs Lead to Dead Husbands

ALDH is about a ballerina named Lada that has a sordid affair with a guy named Nathanial and her husband winds up dead.


I have the prologue and first chapter here:

PROLOGUE

His lips were hot against her pale throat as his deft hands roamed her ample curves, right there in the open meadow, under the eyes of God and anyone who happened to pass by. She arched into him, letting a loud sigh of pleasure fall from her deep ruby lips.

There wasn’t a large risk of getting caught way out here, but even the slightest chance thrilled Nathanial to no end. He and his little Slovakian ballerina had decided to no longer care who caught them in their adulterous affair. Nathanial moved his mouth up to hers and devoured her mouth like he was dying and it was the cure.

Nails, natural like everything else about Lada, dug into his shoulders as she let him devour anything he wanted to with that mouth. That mouth, to have a mouth like that should be a felony.

Lada’s hair splayed around her head like spilled liquid honey and he fisted it in one strong hand.

She returned the favor, her hands clutching in onyx.

Clothes fell away as sunlight kissed their bare skin. Soon their bodies began to move as one and still they didn’t care about being caught.

CHAPTER ONE

The first time Nathanial laid eyes on Lada, he was on a date. Some bubbly blond number with too much hairspray and too little brains. He had a thing for blonds, but often found them living up to their stereotype, most coming from his podunk little farming town. This one in particular was determined to seem better educated by dragging him to a ballet performance in the city. So he sat, trying to tune out her endless hushed chatter in his left ear about God-only-knows-what and watched.

Lada floated, faerie-like, across the stage; her movements were dainty and smooth. Honey-hued hair pulled in a tight bun opened up her soft face and even from here he could see the bright pools of her aquamarine eyes. Deep ruby lips formed a wistful smile that stayed throughout the whole performance as if she were in her own world and in that world only experienced joy.

Nathanial sat entranced by her until after the last curtain fell and the house lights came up. The lights, interrupting his stare, left him blinking for a few moments.

The blond by his side tugged him up while prattling inanely on about the performance.

He followed in a sort of daze as she led him out like a puppy on a leash.

The rest of his week passed in a surreal blur until that fateful day he ran into her again.

*****

Lada used the tree trunk of one of the many slim maples as balance while she stretched her hamstrings, preparing for a quick run. Finished stretching, she turned, almost pirouetted, right into Nathanial.

“Oof!” Nathanial grunted. He stumbled back caught off guard.

“Oh! I’m so-“ Lada began her apology.

“Sorry!” Nathanial finished with her in unison.

Lada gave a soft giggle at that. “I swear I’m not this clumsy. I just get to daydreaming and forget to pay attention.”

Nathanial laughed. “Sure, sure.” Then it hit him. He knew that face. Those eyes were familiar. The ballerina! “I saw you perform like a week ago!” He almost shouted.

Lada quirked a brow, thrown off. “Oh?”

“Yeah, the play at the Performing Arts Center downtown. You were a ballerina.” He explained. “You were incredible!” He gushed. And then he fell in love right there because a soft pink blush crept up those cheeks.

“Thanks.” She glanced down and scuffed her black sneaker across the sidewalk.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you. I just was very impressed by you,” he said in a softer tone. “You wanna catch a bite to eat or a drink?” he offered.

She blushed a little harder as she looked up and squeaked, “Um, sure.”

*****

It was during coffee that he noticed her ring. They sat across the small round metal table from each other each with a green oversized ceramic coffee mug clutched in their hands. Black chairs with black cushions over metal were the darkest things in the cheerful shop.

Nathanial was taking her in from the top of her honey-hued head, past her lovely pale face with clear fresh skin and pools of aquamarine eyes, and continued down. When he got to the ring he almost choked on his coffee. “You’re married?”

She glanced down at her left hand and her face scrunched in displeasure. “Yes I am.” If possible, she sat up straighter, her posture always seeming to be perfect he noticed.

“Oh, uh, would he be upset if he saw us here?” Nathanial ventured, glancing around in suspicion.

Lada flicked her gaze back up at him. “We’re just having coffee, but I can’t stay too long.”

Nathanial looked defeated. “Oh, that’s cool.”

A quiet little melody sounded from her hip. “Better get that.” She stood up and headed for the door. “Be right back.”

Nathanial watched her through the shop front glass. He liked the way the black stretch pants, yoga pants he thought they were called, clung to her hips and the blue tank top seemed brighter against her pale skin. A frown furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed Lada get an angry set to her mouth and then she hung up.

Lada stormed back in, a fiery air around her. “Sorry.” A clipped word.

“You need to leave?” Nathanial probed, hoping-against-hope the answer was no.

“I guess I should.” She pouted slightly, the angry air around her deflating.

He snatched a napkin from the holder, fished a pen from the depths of his pocket, and scrawled out his number in a hurry. “Here,” he said as he handed it over. “In case you’d like to try this again.” A hopeful look came over his face.

She took it, a look in her eyes saying she felt flattered, and shoved it between her cleavage. “For safe keeping.” She cracked and then she turned and glided away.

Nathanial watched her leave, resisting the urge to chase her, not sure if his phone would ever ring or if he would ever see her again.