Thursday, March 22, 2012

Lucky 7--Seven Lines from my WIP

I was tagged by the wonderful Gina Leigh Maxwell in this fun little writer game. Sorry about the brand new blog and it's utter blandness.  Doing a whole new set-up. However this sounded like too much fun not to play along, so I'm jumping in. 

Here are the rules:

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors

 My current WIP is only on page 10 though and like I told Gina, I wouldn't let my cat's read it right now, so I dug out the WIP I just finished. Since I shared an snippet of Extreme Love on her blog, thought I'd share from one I just completed. This is an Esmerelda Bishop piece.

Who's that?

My alter ego. She writes paranormal/erotic. And no, you don't get an erotic snippet. I know. I know. My apologies:)  This is from The Awakening: Aidan:

The instinct was roaring pissed that he hadn't followed its command. Add his beast's fury to the mix and Aidan was a coil of tension. 

His beast. 

The rage coming from it last night as he fought to keep it contained had been unlike anything he'd ever felt. It'd charged Aidan with its teeth bared, claws out, thrashing his insides, beating him down, as if he was the enemy. The unexpected attack left him weakened, easily susceptible to the instinct and its calling. Jaylin had known it too.

Now I'm tagging:

1) Angela Campbel
2) Liz Fichera
3) Stacey Kennedy 
4) Catherine Gayle 
5) Ophelia London 
6) Ari Thatcher 
7) Carly Carson

1 comment:

  1. I don't have a personal blog any more, so I'll play along in the comments if that's okay. Okay, this is from Pariah, my soon-to-be-published novel:

    It was too much. It was all too much.

    And where on earth was Hermione?

    Bethanne snapped her hand back from her aunt. "He's not coming, Aunt Rosaline. Christopher Jackson is dead." She ignored the tears that flooded to her aunt's eyes and the way she jumped back, as though Bethanne had struck her. "He died more than thirty years ago, so he's not coming to you. He will never, ever come for you."

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