Friday, March 28, 2014

Sunday Snippets (On Friday)



This is my second foray into this LinkUp.  I think I may have missed a week while I was lost in the revamping of The Sheepish Gardener.

This is 6 paragraphs--no more, no less--from a work in progress (Church Hill on the page link above).  I think a glance at the setting for this snippet is in order.  

So here, Ella and Dominic are relaxing on a pile of hay bales while Allison (Ella's daughter) helps the farm owner take care of the horses after they all went out on trail ride.  It's important for those who haven't read what happened before to know that Ella, Dominic, and Allison are on the run from a drug lord who has already had Ella's husband and friend killed.  She and Dominic have a past that runs deep and involves the man chasing them.


Snippet:

The feather touch of Dominic’s finger trailing up and down my arm was hypnotizing.  I drifted into a half-sleep state, aware of my surroundings, but seeming to float at the edge of a dream.  Fingers pulled gently through my hair.  A soft caress along my jaw, over my lips.  Enticing.  My lips parted, and the touch deepened. My tongue snaked out to wet the tingling skin.  Feathers slid down my neck, lifting my chin to the side.  Warmth dotted where the feathers left, starting at my collar and slowly creeping up to my ear.
He took my earlobe into his warm, wet mouth, tugging gently.  Large, gentle hands cradled my head as his lips danced along my jaw, leaving a trail of sweet expectation.  That warm thumb teased my parted lips before his tongue traced desire along the curves.  Then his mouth was on mine.  Gentle, kneading lips pressed their possession on my own.  And I accepted that possession willingly, opening my mouth to devour him, wrapping my arms around his strong back.  It had been too long since I’d felt him this way.
“Michael,” I murmured into the kiss.
And that ended my dream.  As the warmth pulled away from me, my eyes snapped open to find Dominic staring at me.  His eyes wore the pain of a broken heart. He turned from me and stood. 
I grabbed for him, catching his wrist.  “Dominic,” I said, my voice rough from my light slumber and the shock of dream versus reality.  He stopped, but didn’t turn.  “Dominic, please.  I fell asleep.  I was dreaming.  Please.  Don’t be angry.”
He sighed.  “I’m not angry, Ella.  I understand.  A lot’s happened in the past couple days.  In your heart, you’re married to Michael.  I shouldn’t have pushed you.  I’m sorry.”  He tugged lightly at his arm, and I let go.



You can find other Sunday Snippets here.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Trying a Linky List



This is a random post because, thanks to a fellow blogger, I discovered an author blog that started a Linky List on Sundays.  It's called #SundaySnippets.  The rules are simple:

1. Sign up in the Linky List below. The Linsky List will go live 12:01AM Monday and will close at 11:59PM Saturday night every week.
2.Post 6 paragraphs (no more, no less) from either a WIP or a published work. The post must be live by 9:00AM Sunday.
3. Open to both un-published and published authors.
4. Post the link back to the Sneak Peek Sunday so that others can hop along. Feel free to copy and use the Banner on your own blog or to promote your entry.
5. HAVE FUN!!


This is a WIP that's only just begun.  There is no title yet, but if you're new here please take a look at other pieces on my blog.  I'm always looking for new readers and their feedback.  We aspiring authors need all the help we can get. 

Snippet:

It was less than a minute, when Eleni came out of the bathroom wearing faded jeans that kissed every curve from her hips to her knees before flaring out to cover the tops of her sneakers.  “This was the only pair of non-work jeans I got when your mom took me shopping.  She insisted I get them.  What do you think?  Do they look okay?”  She turned sideways, looking behind her at her backside.  “I think they’re too tight and showy.”

“No.”  Ryan almost choked on his tongue trying to interrupt her self-negating.  “They look great.”

Her head came up, her eyes meeting his as a blush crept up her throat to color her cheeks.  Then she dropped her gaze, just as quickly.  “Thank you,” she murmured.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan ran his hand through his curls again.  He had to get this woman to relax around him.  “All right.  Let’s go,” he said, clapping his hands together.  

Eleni flinched at the sound, and Ryan cursed himself.  He had learned she was jumpy with sharp, loud sounds.  Especially in enclosed spaces.  She blamed it on sensitive ears, but he suspected it was related to the scar marring her beautiful face.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a softer voice.  



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