Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Ten Line Tuesday!
I don't have a cool cover for this one, not even a temporary one, but hey, gotta start somewhere. I've got a couple of submissions out so we'll see what happens on those. So here's the WIP. I've got an idea where it will go, but for now, here's the ten lines.
She looked so damn familiar, but he’d never ventured across the courtyard to get a better look. She reminded him of the minx from the school. Tessa didn’t strike him as the type to dance in front of an open window. She came across so stiff and proper, not at all like the vibrant babe he loved to watch.
The woman turned her back to him and rolled her neck. Graig rubbed his flattened palm across his torso. His nipples beaded. From his touch or the vision of her? Both worked for him. She rested her hands on her hips, drawing his attention to her ass. A nice, plush bottom, perfect for slapping during sex and sinful when she danced.
He prayed she’d turn on her stereo. Not for the music, although sometimes he caught faint snippets of her selections. He wanted the music to accompany her dance.