I’m really late with my WIPpet today. I have eight minutes to post this, or it doesn’t count because it will be Thursday! So, I’m rushing through it.
This will be the last snippet from Fractured, as it is now ready to go to betas. I thought I’d leave you with a scene involving Maddison and Tobias. Next week I will be using my new WIPpet, and I’ll tell you more about that later (I’m against the clock!).
Here is the math: 22-10=12 – the following section is taken from page 12. It follows on from the snippet last week. Maddison is in her room when she senses Tobias’ presence in the doorway. She isn’t particularly happy – he’s in her physical space, and he’s already taking up too much room in her head!
“I don’t remember giving you permission to enter my quarters,” she said, taking a step towards him, despite her better judgement.
“What else is there to do? You’ve been avoiding me.” The deep, throaty sound of his voice rumbled with frustration.
“You flatter yourself.” She hated the fact he was right.
“Just say the word, Maddy,” he said in challenge, eyes darkening. “I’ll relieve you of the unpleasant memory.”
She moved closer to him, her own anger burning bright. “Don’t you dare.”
His mind tricks wouldn’t work on her, she told herself, despite the niggle of doubt. She had seen his power in action, the way he took control of the reins and made people bend to his will. Then she saw a new light enter his eyes and she had bigger things to worry about.
“You enjoyed it,” he said, the slight surprise in his tone taking her off guard.
Her shoulders rose in what she hoped was a careless shrug. “I live with my mistakes, as you live with yours.” She had to take control, had to put them back on an equal footing.
Thinking only of the assignment, she welcomed the magic gathering inside her and pushed outwards. Her long mane, tied as always into a single plait down her back, whipped out to snake around his neck. She wasn’t gentle as she pulled him down towards her and clamped her mouth over his.
For the briefest of moments she felt the lick of desire as it battered against her magic. It was strong, stronger than it should have been. He tasted earthy, like the forest he loved so much, with a spice beneath that was all his own.
Before she lost herself to pleasure, or worse, the fantasy, she pulled back. As she did, her hair slid away from him and to her side. “Now we’re even,” she said, straightening her shoulders.
It pleased her when he did nothing but stare down at her with a mixture of shock and arousal. It allowed her to turn and walk towards the door. “I’ll take the assignment,” she said over her shoulder. “But right now I have to get ready for a date.” He didn’t have to know the date in question was a rambunctious meal with her room-mates.
“Maddy,” he began taking a step forward.
“Yes?” She stood in the doorway and gazed back at him.
His dark eyes frosted a little, setting her nerves on edge. “Nothing.” After a brief pause he shook off the emotion. “Usual place?”
She nodded, relief flooding through her. “I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.”
She didn’t wait for a response, she walked briskly down the hall and into the bathroom she shared with three others.
Pressing her back against the old, familiar wood, she waited until she heard him move down the hall and let out the breath she’d been holding.
So, moving swiftly on – here is an update on ROW80:
1. Develop Author Spotlight Section on Writing Room 101 – I’ve made some improvements. I’ve added to the Author Gallery, which is great, and I have a new guest post and additional interviews.
2. Weekly post on Lance Legion – No progress on this yet.
3. Update layout for Nat Hobson – No progress on this yet.
1. Title New Project – Haven’t found a title I’m happy with yet.
2. Write 8,000 words per week – I exceeded by around 2,000 this week.
1. Edit 1 chapter per week – I exceeded this and actually completed Fractured, so I’ll have to add a new goal!
ROW80 Sponsor duties – I have visited my group each check in and though a little later today…I’m hopping over to cheer on my team next!
Thanks for visiting