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 says I want to touch you more.