It’s time for #1lineWed once again. I won’t actually be participating in the Twitter event today. Part of the fun is reading everyone else’s tweets and retweeting them. I don’t have time today. I’m pushing toward the end of DOUBLE CROSS, having written almost 10K words since this time last week. On the publishing front, the revised proposal (first three chapters) on Red Dirt Royalty #3 has been returned to Mr. HQEd and his comment was that he thought the way I worked around his objections was clever and he couldn’t wait to read the revisions. Whoppee. As you know, I’m pushing to get DOUBLE CROSS done so I can get it up for pre-order with a July 1st release date. Only is working on the cover. I may miss my deadlines on MOONSTRUCK: LIES and THE DEVIL’S CUT but I hope not by much. I just have to get lots of words and editing done each day. Piece of cake.
So today, the “prompt” is lines from pages 112, 11, or 12 of your WIP. You’ve gotten plenty of lines from the beginning of DOUBLE CROSS. I now have something from a page close to 112. This isn’t a series of one lines, but a snippet. Cory has run into Duke, who is still blind. She doesn’t identify herself to him when she agrees to go home with Duke for the night. With that in mind, the snippet is fairly self-explanatory. 😉
“Again,” he ordered, pounding hard as he felt her tighten around him. “With me.” He found her hands, linked fingers. “Come with me.”
He let go, surrendered as she had, gave himself up, as she had, and they tumbled into oblivion together. He lay spent, all but paralyzed, on top of her. As his pulse continued to pound in his ears, all but rendering him deaf, he managed to roll off, pulling her with him so she was cushioned by his body rather than pinned under it.
The furious storm inside him had blown itself out. Calm filled him for the first time in months; he knew who he was, what he was. The woman rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and nestled in, sated and content despite their fiery lovemaking. His hand was gentle as he stroked over her back and she murmured her approval.
He was ready now, ready to face the treatments from Doc Pemberton, ready to face his future, light or dark. He drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, when Duke awoke, he was alone. His smile was a wry one as he wondered if maybe—just maybe—the woman he’d brought to his bed had been an angel after all.
Their time together is emotional and powerful, even if I do say so myself. Who else has read or written interesting lines? Do share! I’ll check in periodically but mostly, I’ll be adding new words. 😀
Happy Hump Day!