But lots for me has gone down. The first draft for my latest novel, Hiding in Plain Sight, is done. Well. Before my editor gets ahold of it, that is.
This latest is from the upcoming novel. As with all WeWriWa submissions, it is only 8 sentences from a scene to give you a taste, a teaser, from either a published story or a work in progress. Be sure to click on the quill and sword picture to the left in order to check out all the other offerings this week. I'm sure you'll find something there to fire yourreading interest.
Hiding in Plain Sight
All through my diatribe, he'd calmly removed his jacket, boots and socks before whipping off the spread and stretched out on the bed, one muscled arm behind his head, one foot still on the floor. He watched me, his eyes followed me as I paced, while I ranted.
I was bending over him, a hand on a hip, the other pointed in his face when he ended the argument in his own plain-speaking, succinct way.
"I do not want to fuck you, Reese," he said slowly as he grabbed my finger and moved it aside.
The abrupt change in the conversation, disrupting my temper tantrum, must've shown on my face.
"Do what you need to do before sleep and get into bed. We only have a few hours before we leave again," he murmured, his face expressionless.
In this scene, Reese is berating her would be rescuer and is very upset that he'd made a decision to get them a shared room to spend a few hours getting clean and rested before continuing their journey. As a reminder, she was the one that had asked, 'which part' when he'd asked her for specific information when she'd lied.
Until next time,