Blurb: Raph lives by a code. Do not mess with the victim, but what is a monster hunter supposed to do with a woman like Bette? Bette Spencer’s life has been shattered by tragedy not once, but…
Source: Molly Reviews: Black Aggie by Evie Jayne (Sentinels Book 1)
Mouth to Mouth
The first kiss. Such a fragile, exciting and intimate moment. Whose point of view? Timid or demanding?
Arm to waist, or back
Surprisingly hard to find images for this one, especially since this is a powerful moment. The first time his hand moves to an intimate part of her body. The hint of possession, the statement that she has the right to touch him.
Man’s Hand on Woman’s Back — Image by © Jutta Klee/CORBIS
I’m putting up the whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.
I also have a question for those who have read the whole piece so far. My partner has been reading the story and has said that the first bit comes off as though the author is racist. So I’m asking if you get that impression or if it’s obvious that I’m trying to create an unlikable character?
In an effort to get a grip, Dave excused himself and went straight into his tiny kitchen to get drinks. Jesus, he was losing his shit. He stared at his trembling hands. Sarah’s betrayal had really done a number on him, hadn’t it. In his darkest moments he thought he might have bought it on himself. He’d been a pretty shit husband in those last few years, but there was no excuse for what she’d done. He may have been lazy and not around for her and the kids, preferring work and the club over family life, but he’d never cheated. Not once, though god knew he’d been tempted. Never as badly as now, with that little Japanese sweet thing out in his living room. Why was he freaked out? His stomach quivered with unease and his scalp prickled.
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I’m putting up the whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.
His camera was set up. If only he could see Sarah’s face when she opened the email, but he’d just have to be content with imagining his revenge. He’d pay the geisha if he had too, he opened the door to his room and stepped aside, letting Miss Asia in. As she brushed past him her shoulder grazed his chest. Her skin was bitter cold, chilling him through his jacket sleeve. A shiver crawled down his spine. He couldn’t explain the fist that closed his throat. He hadn’t been with any woman but Sarah for fifteen years. He expected to be nervous, but scared?
Arm to Shoulder.
It can still be subtle. (or not so subtle.)
It can seem like friendship.
But now I’m close enough to catch your scent.
Close enough to kiss.
Black Aggie cover reveal.
Talk about exciting. My third book to be published is another step closer. I’m loving the cover. Loving the spooky, wild feel of it. The bookmark is so cool. Think I’m gonna have to print me some.
To my regular readers, sorry I was absent last week. I’m prepping for a horse show so I’m stupidly busy. I’ll try not to miss a week again until this chapter is complete.
To new visitors, I’m putting up the whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.
His geisha stroked his arm with her arctic fingers.
“You think I’m pretty,” she said.
He glanced down at her and frowned. Onna, if that was her name, seemed to have a bit of an obsession. Or maybe they were the only English words she knew? God, what if she was a whore and expected him to pay for this? She better not ask for money before he’d fucked her. After, he could just throw her out. Before and he might have to pay, just so he could get in her tight little body.
Hand to arm(or hand)
It’s subtle,
it’s sneaky.
It says I want to touch you more.
I’m putting up the whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.
Shit, he should have offered her his jacket. The night wasn’t cold, but she wasn’t wearing much. Too late now. They’d reached his apartment building. It would have been great to take her to a real home. Forty something and living in a bachelors flat wasn’t a great look, but bitch face Sarah and the gym bunny were living in his house. A flash of rage rushed through is blood. His house. The house he’d worked his ass off to pay for while Sarah ground her skinny hips against the gym bunny’s pelvis. He clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth would break.
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