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Sunday, June 19, 2022

WeWriWa: ATNS 20

 

 

Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, click here to go to wewriwa.blogspot.com

I'm working on edits for Emmily, Unbound--the book I've been sharing excerpts from for a long time. While I'm doing that, I'm going to share snippets from a WIP entitled Across the Night Sky. 

This is an Alien Abduction Romance.

Marissa, abducted human, 20-something, woke with no idea where she was. After running from the metal box she woke up inside, she finds an open doorway. She stepped through and discovered she wasn't alone. She's with an injured man, Kuylerh. There are predatory animals roaming the darkness. I've skipped ahead a bit. Their gathered group was just attacked again. Kuylerh's bleeding increased and she's patching him up. My last post ended with this:That aside, she now had the perfect wrap to hold the makeshift dressing in place.   Note *the "dressing" is her shirt.

The snippet: 

His smirk was contagious. Hysteria teased. She grinned back, barely holding in laughter--the kind that is so inappropriate and then becomes unstoppable. Just the enormity of the situation, how it felt like she was in a horror film or, God, she couldn’t make it right in her mind. Unbelievable! Sitting here in her bra amongst strangers and beasts, in what building? Field dressing a big guy that she suspected she should have seen in the pages of National Geographic illustrating ancient warfare. At least semi-darkness and utter fatigue cloaked the moment.

On her knees, she pressed against him while working the scarf around his chest. He leaned his face against her and inhaled deeply.

That's it for this week. Next week will end this chapter. Thank you for visiting. Your comments are greatly appreciated!



Sunday, June 5, 2022

WeWriWa: Acoss the Night Sky 19

 

 

Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, click here to go to wewriwa.blogspot.com

I'm working on edits for Emmily, Unbound--the book I've been sharing excerpts from for a long time. While I'm doing that, I'm going to share snippets from a WIP entitled Across the Night Sky. 

This is an Alien Abduction Romance.

Marissa, abducted human, 20-something, woke with no idea where she was. After running from the metal box she woke up inside, she finds an open doorway. She stepped through and discovered she wasn't alone. She's with an injured man, Kuylerh. There are predatory animals roaming the darkness. I've skipped ahead a bit. Their gathered group was just attacked again. Kuylerh, though injured, managed to brace an improvised spear to stab the beast's jaw, saving Marissa's life in the process.

The snippet: 

Blood dripped between his fingers, where he pressed his hand against his chest. A lump formed in her throat. She willed herself to be calm. “Christ, don’t you dare die on me. Working together, we might make it out of here alive.” After taking off her shirt, she balled it up and pressed the cleanest part against his wound. He winced as she applied pressure. She mumbled a distracted apology while she looked for something to hold the shirt in place.

There was a blue cloth wrapped around his neck. When she gave it a tug, a strange and incredibly ill-timed smirk settled across his lips.

A little more to complete the scene.

She whispered while she continued tugging the cloth out of his shirt, “I don’t know what you’re smiling about. Maybe your blood loss made your brain go cuckoo.” 

The fabric kept coming as she pulled, maybe five or six feet of it. She couldn’t help but grin. For a guy who wore leather and chains, his inner-fashionista was on full display with that satiny, royal-blue scarf.  

She’d never met a man who wore a silk scarf, or satin, or whatever it was. Most of the guys she knew didn’t even wear scarves. The few who did had the name of a professional sports team on them. That aside, she now had the perfect wrap to hold the makeshift dressing in place.