A Gal Eerie of Desire

By Jenny Brennan

Is it love at first sight, the start of obsession, or something far less controllable? Simple lust or sinister passion?

Roger is just an average guy; until someone decides he is not.

A gal eerie of desire is an exhibit of emotional turmoil and confusing attractions. A thriller, a sexy tale of the unknown in both mind and body, chance and the power of deception. Dashed with erotica and paranormal, this colorful novelette is the first in a series of short stories by J K Brennan.

It is unique. There are no dragons, no zombies, and no government conspiracies.

It’s Different, fresh, and sexy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenny Brennan
• Release date: Apr 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476277455

Jenny Brennan

Jenny K Brennan is a blind writer, songwriter, music producer, and more. She hates boxes so she will refuse to conform to genre specifics. For the most part she is busy thinking about stories more than writing them. Sweden born, Canadian married, she creates random things as therapy when not bending rules just to provoke the proper-style junkies.

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A Gal Eerie of Desire

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J K Brennan

Copyright 2011 J K Brennan

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Cover image: Sculpture by J K Brennan, photo by D G Brennan.

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This story is a work of fiction. None of this happened and these people are not real.

1. Wednesday exhibit

Another day had passed without incident. It was the way I liked it. Boring and uneventful, worry free and totally uncomplicated.

When the front door to the office building clicked shut behind me and I started toward the parking lot, my thoughts flashed to Angie. I really wished she would stop pestering me. Why I agreed to go out with her was still a mystery. I wasn’t interested in her. Not that way, had said as much. It wasn’t that I disliked her or anything; I just didn’t understand why it had to be so complicated.

Girls. They had so many needs. Romantic dates, cozy evenings with wine and… I shuddered despite the heat. One night she had brought out a tattered book of erotic stories. When I turned to her and asked, What’s that for? she had looked at me in that way that only women are capable of, and left. I supposed she had expected me to say something else. Or do something. It was just unfortunate that I had to keep working in the same building as her, where she could give me the look and a snide remark whenever our paths crossed.

I pushed Angie out of my mind and sighed.

The sunlight hit me full force as I rounded the corner and I squinted in the glare.

No, too much bother. I had much more interesting things on my agenda. I needed a cold shower, and all I wanted was to head home, to my one bedroom flat, where half a left over pizza from Gus's waited for me in the fridge. A package from Amazon might even be waiting in the mailbox. Then there was that buggy Ajax app. That was about as much excitement as I felt like dealing with on an average day. Nothing could beat calm and orderly, organized and scheduled.

And then I saw her.

Still, perhaps nothing at all would have happened, if I hadn't looked up at that exact moment to point that stupid transmitter at my little Toyota to disengage the lock. Most days I didn’t even do that as I always parked in the same spot. Except this morning as some inconsiderate brute parked across the lot with a huge truck and I had to find another spot.

So as I looked up, the woman just happened to be in my line of sight, watching me.

Her gaze, direct and fixed, hit like a punch in the gut. She didn't look away, and I couldn’t pull out of the stare. An odd familiarity surged through me, reluctant to surface all the way, as if I aught to know her. I didn’t, but I should.

Suddenly, the