My first and favorite child is coming back guys. I promise. So I made a new poster to get in the mood. It’s merely an improved version of the old one. But it worked! The muse is doing the Charleston as we speak! I’m also taking the opportunity to plug myself – I added Eric’s introduction scene below – I really like this moment, I felt like it set the tone for the kind of romance it was going to be. So if you’ve read my other All Human stories but never read Offshore, maybe you could take a look! I hope you do, like I said, it’s my favorite (don’t tell LAG though, it totally thinks it’s my favorite and I don’t wanna hurt its feelings).
I was looking from one woman to the next when suddenly a loud, feminine laugh caught my attention. I looked up over to a short distance, where a group of men surrounded a tall, elegant and beautiful woman. She was the one I had heard laughing. She looked strangely familiar, with shingled blonde hair, a blue feather sprouting from an odd hairpiece; she wore a long, sparkling, black and navy dress, over dark sheer stockings and black heels. She was leaning back against a stool, but I could tell she was taller than most women. To my surprise she reached into a slit on her skirt and removed a cigarette from the band of her stocking, taking it to her lips. The man nearest to her reached out and lit it for her. She smiled up at him and drew deeply, boldly. I had never seen anything like that!
And then I looked up at her male companion and something strange happened. Color rushed to my cheeks, and I felt very warm as I took in the way his dark, blue eyes were looking at her. I could only see his profile, but I was already aflutter. He was taller than anyone around him, he had tousled, blonde hair and a face that was definitely not American – I accompanied the line of his nose and the dimple on his chin, down to the length of his neck. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, exposing strong tanned arms, he wore a vest and rich trousers and shoes, but he looked oddly relaxed and at ease. Then he smiled at the woman and I found myself smiling along with him.
“Who’s that?” I whispered at Lorena who I suddenly felt pressing into me.
I imagine she followed my gaze, because I couldn’t be sure, my eyes were still on the god-like man as he leaned down to whisper into the woman’s ear.
“That is Eric Northman,” Lorena whispered back. “I know what you’re thinking doll, but keep dreaming! If he were a pushover I would have picked him as he’s definitely wealthier… but he’s not to be toyed with.”