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Excerpt from In Black by Kate Hill Available from Ellora's Cave! He spoke in black. You know, in black. His voice was deep but musical, like the beating of a war drum, like the stormy sound of a piano or the sensual riffs of a guitar playing the blues. His voice curved and caressed the words of Macbeth like Shakespeare himself never would have imagined, or maybe he had. Maybe this man's performance had been the writer’s vision. He wore black. His broad shoulders and impossibly long legs were clad in black cotton. Black boots added unnecessary height to a body so tall and sensual that Ivy saw nothing else, not the rest of the audience seated around her, not the other players, not even the scenery. She wondered what his body looked like out of costume, in street clothes, in jeans and a T-shirt, or even better, wearing nothing at all. Just skin and muscle and bone. His hair, a mass of dark brown curls bound at his nape, hung halfway down his back. She imagined what it would feel like between her fingers or tickling her breasts. His scent, a wonderful combination of freshly-showered male with a hint of sandalwood cologne, reached her from the stage. An aromatic, long-haired Macbeth with the body of an athlete who dressed and spoke in black. Ivy frequented theaters. She loved plays of any kind, but she'd never responded to an actor in such a way. An actor. His voice filled her head. She couldn't look away from him. The lighting accentuated his prominent cheekbones and the beautiful line of his nose. Even from such a distance, her keen vision picked up the dark blue of his deep-set eyes. A nudge in the arm disturbed her dreaming. "Pretty good, isn't he?" whispered her friend, Rosa. "He's wonderful." "Now will you reconsider a blind date?" "You never told me he looked like that." "I said he was attractive." "Attractive?" Ivy spoke a little too loudly. Several people glared at her. On stage, he didn't miss a word, but his eyes flickered in her direction. She blushed to her hairline. He began his soliloquy, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow. . ." Tonight, tonight, tonight.

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