The fabulous Marcia Richards tagged me with this puppy a few weeks ago. Good thing, cause the brain is mush this morning.
Here’s the way it works: You take your current manuscript and find the first instance of the word “look”. Then you post the surrounding paragraphs as an excerpt of the book on your blog. Lastly, you tag five more blogging authors who you think might be a good choice for the game.
I’m not sure if this is the first “look” in this WiP but it’s what was open. First draft, subject heavy revisions, the cutting room floor, yada, yada.
Archie must have been changing when the paperboy knocked because he only wore jeans. Unsnapped jeans. She’d forgotten what a nice body Archie had, a runner’s body, all lean muscle. His chest and arms had a golden hue implying he spent time outdoors. The skin peaking out at his waist pale in comparison.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m apt to forget ye are me best mate’s girl.”
Myra’s gaze snapped to his. The laughter replaced by a heat so elemental she jumped back lest she got singed. She tried not to look. Really she did. But she couldn’t miss the bulge behind the zipper of Archie’s jeans.
“I mean it,” Archie ground out.
Myra slammed the door shut between them and turned the lock. Leaning against the door, memories haunted her. She had carnal knowledge of that body and just how well Archie used it. Moist warmth flooded her. She rushed to the bathroom, locking the door. As if two flimsy locks would protect her.
She turned the shower on, as cold as she thought she could handle and stepped under the water. What was she going to do? Gerry was all that stayed Archie’s hand. Hell, Gerry was all that stayed her hand. She would not come between them any more than she already had.
And I’m not going to play by the rules
- Writers…Tag you’re it!
- Readers…Share the first “look” excerpt from the book you’re currently reading in the comments.