Casey’s Heart

By Martha Henley

It’s a Valentine’s blind date, Casey will never forget.

On a night made for lovers, a man is immediately attracted to a woman for no explainable reason. She’s slender, fair skinned, and has exotic eyes that mesmerize him to the core of his soul. He’s opening his heart to fate and asks her to dinner.
The woman is drawn to him, but she agrees to the date for very different reasons. The choice is easy for her. She needs this chance encounter with a stranger to satisfy a compulsive vital need. In her mind, her romantic heart is forever broken.
Their sensual energy is strong. Passion stirs quick for the lovers who are hoping Cupid’s arrow will strike for them. This isn’t a sappy romance. There’s a climax, but no happily ever after. Read to the end to discover what happens when Casey is unable to protect a lover’s most valuable organ, the heart.

Casey’s Heart is a glimpse of fate short story that takes just 2600 words to tell. Included, as a bonus is preview of Martha Henley’s debut psychological thriller, Don't Kill For Me. It’s a twisting tale of a woman with a past, a secret admirer’s odd love notes, confessions of murder, and a serial killer that wishes Eileen eternal peace.
Don’t miss reading this quick to read horror short or the bonus chapters introducing you to the Rest in Peace Killer’s terrifying mission to please one woman by committing murder on her behalf.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pace Bend Press
• Release date: Feb 4, 2019

Martha Henley

I believe serial killers exist. Do you?Join Martha Henley’s newsletter to read stories by an author who enjoys writing about not-so-happily ever afters.www.marthahenley.comWhen not writing, I stand around having unfinished conversations with random strangers. (I work retail.) These exchanges are the best for protagonists and antagonists inspiration. Keep walking by everyone!

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LIVE YOUR LIFE, DIE YOUR DEATH

A series of suspicious tales and psychological shorts

CASEY’S HEART

BY

MARTHA HENLEY

Second Edition, Ebook Edition.

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CASEY’S HEART

LIVE YOUR LIFE, DIE YOUR DEATH

A story from the series of Suspicious Tales and Psychological Shorts

By Martha Henley

Valentine’s day. It’s the shits isn’t it?

Why am I here, listening to this dribble. Look at him. He’s not even that cute. Across the table from me is the best I could do? He works in retail. And not even at the popular mall. What store did he say worked for again?

You don’t have to buy dessert. Really. I don’t need— And here it is. Double chocolate lava cake. I hate chocolate. Thank you. It tops the evening. I smile and hope he believes what I say. It’s vital that he sticks around for the rest of the evening.

The cool night air feels refreshing on my face and hands. It was burning in the stuffy restaurant. Do you mind if we walk? I ask when he heads to his parked car. I saw the perfect hotel up ahead. Looked as if it needed a bit of refurbishing, but it had plenty of stories and balconies. I’ll never stay in a place without a balcony again.

Any place in particular you want to go? he asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. The alcohol on his breath is strong, but he’s not intoxicated.

I have an idea. It is Valentine’s day. I motion to the hotel a block away and give him an irresistible look. Dare to think with your heart?

Not at all. He leads the way and we’re silent, contemplating the others compatibility as we stroll in the city lights that over shadow the moonlight.

Lovers, he says, commenting on a couple entering the hotel ahead of us. They’re wearing sickeningly sweet matching red outfits. Her dress is cute, but his suit is a hideous shade.

Are you sure about this? he asks, handing his credit card over to the lobby attendant behind the counter. We just met, he whispers close to my ear so that the curious attendant can’t hear.

I’m sure that I don’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day. I give him a kiss on the neck. To further convince him of my willingness to the evening, I let my hand slip down his ass, between his thighs, and I tickle the back of his balls. Don’t you want to be with me tonight?

Your card. The attendant interrupts.

We straighten up and act like the sexual tension has gone for a moment. It hasn’t. All I can think about is devouring him. I wet my lips and go in for another bite on his neck. He flinches and pulls me away toward the elevator.

Do you believe in fate? he foolishly asks.

What kind of stupid question is that? Fate? No one knows their fate. He certainly has no idea what his is. And he doesn’t need to be adding me to it.

Do you believe we have a future after tonight?