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. :)
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.