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.