The objective is to look at your current manuscript and find the first instance of the word 'look' then post the surrounding paragraphs as an excerpt. Once you've done that, you need to tag five more authors so the challenge continues.
I'm currently working on Their Last Goodbye, another contemporary romance, and it took me longer than expected to find the word 'look' as the earliest mentions were looked, looking etc and I wanted to keep to the objective to the letter LOL.
Anyway, it turned up in the final scene of chapter one so here it is...
Already past the point of no return, she fell headfirst out the door and had nothing to grab onto to save herself. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut - again - and braced her arms for impact, but instead of hitting the outdated crazy paving, her palms collided with something warm and firm. They rode higher until her arms found a neck to latch onto.
She cracked her eyelids open and her gaze fell on Beth, stood to one side with a makeshift lead in her hand and a puzzled look on her face. Adam crouched on the floor beside her rubbing Hufflepuff’s tummy, completely oblivious, which could only mean one thing.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” David confirmed her worst fears, the sound of his voice far too close for comfort. His strong hands gripped her waist and held her steady as her legs buckled. The heat scorched her through her clothes. Okay? How the hell did this qualify as okay?
And I tag the following authors/blogs:
Téa Cooper, whose debut romance Tree Change comes out in November.
Carmen Falcone, whose fantastic debut romance A Vengeful Affair is available now.
Susie Medwell, whose debut contemporary romance is coming soon but also writes erotic stories as Zara Stoneley.
Sarra Cannon, whose Peachville High Demons YA paranormal series is one of my favourites.
I can't play properly as I don't know any writers to tag! But wanted to say I am pleased you're working on Hufflepuff again and also to post my contribution...
ReplyDelete‘Don’t mess with me,’ he whispered in my face. He was so close I could smell toothpaste on his breath and Deep Heat on his legs. My heart hammered in my chest.
‘If you fight me,’ he hissed, his eyes narrowed. ‘If you fight me, I will win.’
I stared into his face, which was twisted with anger. I was terrified but determined not to show it.
‘Don’t bet on it,’ I said, with more defiance than I felt. I wrenched my arm away from his grip, span round and legged it. I didn’t need to look back to know Brent was watching me go.
I felt sick with nerves. My carefully controlled life was crashing down around me and I had no idea what to do about it. How on earth had it come to this?
Ooh, that's fab, Kerry! Thanks for joining in :oD
DeleteVery timely post! Ran a quick find and was horrified - back to the drawing board. I'll "look" in later!
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