John Caedan
novelist

I write about strivers from all walks of life, proud of their achievements, playing for all the marbles when they create, collide, fight, and love.


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    He tarried in a luscious dream.
    Weightless in the fragrant liquid world of it, time flowed with a beautiful languor, attending the beat of his quiescent heart.
    Then, the waking whisper. He ascended, seeking a white porcelain bowl filled with berries, desiring their essence on his lips.
    She was awake.
    He blinked away the night-dream, the better to grasp the reality an armís length away. She did not avoid him seeing her watching.
    Apparently, they had forgotten to close windows in the bedroom. It was cold. They lay with the down comforter snugged up to their chins.
    His vision sharpened. He spoke.
    "Really. You only want sex?"
    She rotated in the bed to put her back to him, to put her visage away. Too late: as her face disappeared he caught the glimmer of melted honey in her aquamarine eyes.

Above, an excerpt from Love in Bed.
I invite you to read the book to discover what happened in the night.
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john@johncaedan.com
He tarried in a luscious dream. Weightless in the fragrant liquid world of it, time flowed with a beautiful languor, attending the beat of his quiescent heart.
Then, the waking whisper. He ascended, seeking a white porcelain bowl filled with berries, desiring their essence on his lips.
He blinked away the night-dream, the better to grasp the reality an armís length away. She was awake. She did not avoid him seeing her watching. He spoke.
"Really. You only want sex?"
She rotated in the bed to put her back to him, to put her visage away.
Too late: as her face disappeared he caught the glimmer of melted honey in her aquamarine eyes.
I write about strivers from all walks of life, proud of their achievements, playing for all the marbles when they create, collide, fight, and love.

SaraIRL
She's smart, aware,
feisty, and happy.
Uplifting, realistic
coming-of-age.
Daily episodes.
Read on e-mail or
phones. Free read!
Click here to Go!