• Sunday Snippets,  Work In Progress

    Eight Sunday-02/24/2013

    Sunday Snippet time. Today’s eight sentences are part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme. Click over for a full list of this week’s participating writers.

    Today’s excerpt is from my current WIP, a contemporary erotic romance. Matthias and Caroline were unlikely best friends — a gangly nerd from a family who had next to nothing and a constant class favorite, the beautiful daughter of a well-to-do family. Each harbored deeper feelings for one another, neither brave enough to share them before graduating high school and losing touch for thirteen life-altering years.

    The first two excerpts are here and here. Today’s snippet also comes from the early pages of chapter one, as Matthias sits in a booth where Caroline is waitressing.

    The kitchen door swung again as she reappeared in the dining room. She cut a straight path toward him, and he sat back, enjoying every second. The gentle curves she’d had in high school had lived up to their promise. Nice, full breasts on display in a low-cut, pale-pink sweater. The apron cinched around her waist accented her hourglass curves. Too bad she was wearing jeans. He’d love to see those legs again. How many times had he stared down at them during class under the guise of looking at his binder — her skin temptingly bare below the edge of a short skirt, her knee brushing his as they huddled over an experiment in the physics lab.

     Thanks for stopping by. Have a wonderful Sunday. 🙂

     

  • Sunday Snippets,  Work In Progress

    Weekend Writing Warriors-02/10/2013

    Happy Sunday, all. Today’s 8-sentence snippet is part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme. Check out all the participants on this list. 🙂

    This excerpt is from my current work in progress, near the beginning.

    He refolded the printout and tapped it against the steering wheel. Last chance to be the bigger man. The good guy. He could start the car and drive back to Toronto, no one the wiser. Delete the email. Ignore it. Forget about it, about her, like he’d done thirteen years ago.
    As if he’d ever forgotten about her.

     

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