Ribbon reached up to touch the elfin-looking appendages. She swallowed the anxiety threatening to throw a temper tantrum. People didn’t just grow elf ears one day. The ears were all in her mind, had to be. “No, nope, no freaking way.” Ribbon leaned in closer to her reflection. “Holy pointedness!” She stared at herself wide-eyed in the mirror.

She blew a long strand of black hair from her face, glanced up, and dropped the clock. She picked up the alarm: five in the morning, same as the last time.

And lazy didn’t mean the same thing lazy meant curling up with a good book, which was definitely not slacking. Not that she couldn’t be late for work, since she worked in the family business Ribbon just preferred not to slack in any area of her life. She kept it in the bathroom forcing herself out of bed to turn the damn thing off. Ribbon sulked her way into the bathroom, flipped on the light, and checked her alarm clock. She let her body sink to the floor as cool drops slid down her lobes.īy the time the ice melted, the burn had subsided. Her eyes rolled back as sweet cold relief engulfed the skin. She broke out two cubes from the ice tray and pushed them against her ears. Ribbon kicked out of her sheets and stumbled to the kitchen hoping they wouldn’t melt off. She double-checked herself in the mirror to make sure she didn’t have some insect bite or something that caused it, but Ribbon found nothing. It lasted long enough to get her attention, and then dissipated. The first time, she nearly panicked trying to figure out why her ears hurt so badly. For the second time in the last week, she awoke to the burning sensation, which remained completely non-conducive to her beauty rest, not that she really cared but it was the principle of the matter and her body wasn’t listening to her thoughts. The burn at the top of her ears stirred Ribbon Winters from sleep. I love you bunches.Īnd of course I couldn’t have made it very far without my elfaliscious editor Leona, who encouraged my elves.įinally, also thanks goes to my beta readers. Specially to my Manly Man who has been so patient and loving despite my many hours writing and editing. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotationsĭedicated to my family for always helping me move forward and encouraging me to keep going no matter what genre. Persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.

Tempting Clover by Decadent Kane