The Lovin Language Blogfest

 

 

Today is the day for the Lovin Language Blogfest. Put on by Jolene Perry @ http://jolenesbeenwriting.blogspot.com/. She’s got a fun blog. Her writing is quirky and full of humor.

Okay. The goal is to share five lines from a one of your WIPs or a piece from one of your favorite reads. And, the rules can be broken so I’ve decided to post five lines from three different WIPs I’ve been working on.

I’ll start with Secondhand Shoes. Will Lila, an eighteen year old psychic/medium, listen to own intuition and her dead Gram’s advice? Or will she choose a path of mayhem and danger until she discovers her own voice? You can find my character blog here: http://www.secondhandshoesnovel.blogspot.com/

“The best thing you could do is take off that darned thing and run, child,” she said. “Pay no mind to your mother’s pooh either.”

“You know I can’t.”

“Then here,” Gram said, reaching for a pair of scissors in a near-by drawer. “Take these.”

“What on earth for?” I asked.

“To cut the lace off that darned thing. If it bothers you, get rid of it!”

My next WIP is An Angel’s sin. What happens to good angel, Ariel, when he over steps his assignment to protect two children by murdering the one’s assailant and dismantles the lives of two Child Protective workers?

Melanie tip-toed carefully through broken glass, behind Ace. She never held a gun before. The butt of it weighed down her slender hand making her fingers ache. She imagined herself as one of the “Charlie’s Angels”-only she didn’t remember any of them ever pointing a gun at the father of their children.

Frankie sat stuffed in the corner of her room, blue puffy eyes hooked onto hers looking past her Father’s waist, speaking inaudible words. A frilly pink lamp lay smashed beside her daughter, curtains billowing into her daughter’s room. A streak of lightening lit it up. Thunder crashed around the house while Joey screamed in his crib down the hallway.

Ace stood looking down at Frankie, looping his belt around his waist unaware of her presence behind.

My third WIP, Contessa and Arthur: Chocolate Vampire Kisses. Will Contessa’s chocolate cravings interfere with Arthur’s need to turn her into a vampire?

His tongue snaked toward my sleeveless shoulder, and back up toward the side of my throat. “You sure I can’t go ahead and turn you?”  Pointed fangs lightly pressed against my skin.

I opened my eyes, grabbing for a candy bar. “Seriously,” I said, pulling away from him. “I mean it when I say I want a diamond first.” I ripped open my chocolate, stuffing the whole thing into my mouth before removing his hand from my waist.

Walnuts stuffed my cheeks, and chocolate caramel gooed around my teeth, slowing down the process of swallowing.

“All right. All right. I’m sorry. Really,” he said. “Please know I love you.”

Okay. Now I’m off to read fellow bloggie-festies.

This is going to be fun.

Shelly