Another snippit from the work I currently have submitted, Black Aggie.
Raph strode up the shallow steps and rapped on the glass paned door. A silhouette appeared an instant before the door swung open. Raph took a step back. Holy shit.
Trouble, big fucking trouble. From the top of her sun-bleached auburn curls to the tip of her bare toes. The woman who answered the door was trouble with a capital T.
“Can I help you?” she asked in a raspy, bedroom voice.
Oh shit, oh shit. Her eyes were the yellow green of sunshine through through a glass of 110 proof chartreuse and they stole the breath from his lungs.
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The woman sounds a wee bit sexy. Just a little, you know?
Indeed she is.
Yup, she sounds like trouble, but what is she capable of, I wonder? 😉
Tehee, more than he expects.
He’s a goner.
Yup, he is. 🙂
Loved the use of color in the snippet! Your narrator does sound overwhelmed 🙂
Thank you. I was aiming for overwhelmed. It’s great to hear I nailed it.
I can’t wait to see her reaction to him!
I’ve posted her reaction two Weekend Warriors ago
Here it is
I can’t wait to find out more!
WOW! Nice impact. Very visceral.