Okay, this will be a good challenge for me. There's a practice right now among a lot of my romance writer friends to offer up six sentences each Sunday from one of their completed or in progress books.
I've never been great at keeping up a blog, so this should be a great project. :)
He was at least a full head and shoulders taller than the doctor who had
brought him, his body strong and proud.
His hair was an earthen brown, long and thick to his shoulder blades. His
eyes were the color of burnished copper, muted by chestnut flecks, sharp and
intelligent. They were focused on her with an intensity that was overpowering.
She jolted at the heat of his gaze, every nerve in her body screaming
Immediately she was standing, her wings crashing up to strike against the
walls of her prison, her body trembling and wet with hunger. She wanted to fly,
needed to fly, every instinct in her body screamed that it was the way this
should be done.
But there was no escape from this place. No way for her to take this
powerful male into the heavens with her.
Syrena held her position in the corner, raising her head just enough to
peek up from under the semi protective shield of her wings. This was no
ordinary visit. Something was happening.
“Is she old enough to breed?” One of the officers queried.
The man in the white scrubs looked at his charts and nodded.
“From what we have learned she is just reaching her sexual maturity. We
believe that she was drawn here by the presence of the males. They must have
some sort of ability to sense their own kind. She went straight to the door of
the oldest male when we released her.”
When they released her?
Syrena had escaped by fluxing through the open door when one of her
keepers had come in to study her. Could it have been a coincidence that the
second door was also left open behind him?
Did the doors contain the same electrical netting that was embedded in
the cement of her prison?
Syrena curled herself up in the corner, wrapping her dark wings around
her body like a blanket, and letting her head fall forward to rest upon her
knees. She’d had no idea that Max would take the bait she’d so carefully laid
out for him.
She let herself smile, knowing the expression would be hidden from the
It was a good name. She had certainly taken him to the max.
Her body still hummed with the energy she had stolen. Her senses
overloaded with the pleasure his body had provided.
Despite all reason, his whole body was shaking like a helicopter in a
windstorm. Just looking at those soft pink lips was enough to make him hard as
hell, but thinking of her taking him in her mouth… Shit! It was enough to make
a grown man cry!
“Syrena,” it came out as a ragged moan rather than a protest.
She trembled softly, slipping over onto her knees with her wings pulled
tight against her back and her arms clenched behind her. Rosy pink nipples
hardened before his eyes as she lifted her face and licked slightly parted
God help him! If he was about to die, he would die a happy man.
She thought of the way Alex had stroked his
hand down her body, and the flood of heat she’d felt when it came to rest
against her hip.
If he hadn’t moved her away, she was sure that
she would have started tearing the buttons off his shirt so she could trace her
fingertips along the firm contours of his chest. It was something she’d been
fantasizing about almost as much as she’d been imagining what his kisses might
His lips had been soft and gentle, but she’d
felt the strength behind them. And she wanted more, so much more, of that
mouth. She wanted it almost as much as the force of that desire now frightened
He was unbearably handsome, but it was more
than his looks that had her challenging a long standing decision to remain celibate.