Blank

 An adult paranormal short story. ****My name is Vance, and I work for the United States government. And that's all I know about myself. Every other detail about my life, my friends, about me is blank. I have no idea how I ended up stranded and unconscious in a war-torn country or how Rachel managed to get me back to her tent. But I'm here, and so is she. All I have are literally the clothes on my back. But when her emerald eyes look at me, I feel like I have more. I feel like being blank might be a gift. I feel like maybe it's a relief to not know who I am for a while. We get one night together. One night of pleasure I know I will never forget. And then I remember. Sometimes reality bites. From the AuthorBlank is a paranormal short story that I wrote several years ago and it was published in an anthology. Recently I pulled it out, went through and rewrote several of the scenes, added new content and had the entire story re-edited. Blank also got a pretty hot book cover. When the Naughty Box 2 anthology went off sale I had some requests from readers to publish Blank on its own, and so here it is! It's a short read, good for a cold day with a blanket and a cup of coffee or cocoa. Its a quick escape into another world, and I hope you enjoy the mini vacation that is Blank.P.S. I have recieved requests to make this a full length novel. Maybe someday :) From the Inside FlapTeaser from *BLANK*Her hair fanned out across the pillow, creating a dark cloud around her head. Her cheekbones were on full display from the smile that curved the corners of her mouth. Tentatively, she reached out, brushing her fingertips across the top of my chest. "I liked it."Smug confidence made my chest puff out. Of course she liked it. I was just that good.Rachel's hand still lingered against my skin, and I covered it, pulling her fingers through mine. "We should do it again." I gave her an innocent smile.She laughed; her chest vibrated with the sound and it filled me with this kind of light. It was bright and pure, startling. It was something I hadn't felt before. It was kind of like the darkest parts of me were being introduced to the sun for the very first time."What happens in the tent stays in the tent?" she asked, giving my fingers a playful squeeze."I won't tell if you won't." I winked.Her hand was still resting over my chest and I felt her fingers brush over a raised scar near my collarbone. They came back to brush over it again. "What happened here?" she whispered, turning her head to look at me."I don't remember.""What's it feel like to not know about yourself?" she asked."Blank," I echoed, feeling a little hollow inside. "Like endless white space where a painting used to be.""It sounds lonely," Rachel murmured."It might be," I replied. "But I have you."