My first WIPpet Wednesday! I’m freaking out, because…because I’m a big chicken and even though I’ve already published one book, I still get nervous putting things out there. But, I’m going to do it anyway. *acts brave*
First, a bit of background. I’ve been working on this book, tentatively titled “Wanted”, for awhile now. It is the second in my Ashten Falls series and focuses on Sam Copeland, a protective, bossy, sweet, dirty talking hero, and Emma Michaels, a heroine who isn’t afraid to fight for, and to stand up to, her man. This snippet is 24 paragraphs (7+9+2+0+1+4+1 for luck, :)) and occurs when Sam and Emma decide to explore the intense attraction they have for each other. We all know how that goes, right?
(Please note, this material contains material that some may find objectionable–cursing and a bit of smexy time/language to be exact. You have been warned. ;D Also, this is an unedited version so I apologize for any typos I might have missed!)She jumped, startled by the contact. “You okay, Emma?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” Her answer was quicker than she wanted it to be, but she couldn’t help it. He was closer than she realized and her body was giving her mixed signals-her brain telling her to run like hell, while another part was telling her to kiss him like mad. Sam dipped his head down and Emma’s lips parted. She watched his eyes flare with heat, his focus on her mouth. “You don’t seem fine. And by the way you’re staring at my mouth, you’re telling me to kiss you. I don’t want to fuck this up with some weird crossed signals.” She swallowed, fighting the urge to run and never look back. “Sam, it’s…I don’t really know you, and we, I mean. I don’t.” She was babbling, unable to form a coherent sentence as he watched to her. “I’m friends with Tracey and if something happens between us, well it could be awkward.” She finally managed, keeping her eyes on his shoulder. Sam’s finger slid under her chin and he lifted it. “Don’t look away from me.” His order sent a shiver through her entire body which she knew he felt. She saw the proof in his eyes and the way his fingers gripped her hips. “Can you agree that there seems to be some serious chemistry between us?” Emma could only nod as she leaned toward him. “God, I see you and the way you wear those jeans and all I can think about is peeling them off of you.” Emma’s breath hitched. “Sam, I don’t know how long I’m here for. And I’m not in the market for a relationship.” Sam mouth moved closer and she felt the first brush of his lips on hers. “Neither am I. We’re both adults. We don’t need to make a federal case out of scratching an itch that we both need scratched. If that’s what you want.” Emma mulled over Sam’s words in her head. His nearness made it nearly impossible to think but think she did. He was giving her the choice, letting her decide if the two of them should enter into some sort of casual, sexual relationship. Emma was no prude, nor was she was a virgin. She wasn’t someone who slept with random men though, either. But Sam wasn’t a random guy. “I don’t sleep around with more than one guy at a time, whether it’s just sex, or whether it’s more than that.” “I agree with that.” He licked her bottom lip and she placed her hands on his hips, hanging on for dear life. “If we’re sleeping together, it’s just you and I.” She nodded. “Protection, every time.” No way in hell was she going to risk getting an STD for a romp in the hay. Her birth control pills would allay any pregnancy concerns. He wrapped a hand around her waist and yanked her to him so she was flush with his body. He kissed her mouth, dipping his tongue inside as she moaned. Her hands rose to wrap around his shoulders and she dug her fingers into his jacket. He had her up against his door in two seconds flat and his thigh between her legs before she could blink. She was well on her way to an orgasm just from riding his leg when she heard a car backfire, tossing her heartlessly back into reality. “Fuck,” he muttered, drawing back barely an inch. “I can’t do this right now, Emma, but we will be finishing this.” His hand slid down and cupped her sex. She bit her lip but not in time to stop the moan that escaped. Sam grinned and kissed her softly on the lips. “Yeah, I’ll want to hear a lot more of that, but even louder, when you come around my cock.” Feeling brave and throwing caution to the wind, Emma leaned in and kissed his jaw, then moved to his ear. She nipped his earlobe and his fingers tightened at her hips. She’d have bruises there, but she didn’t care. “I think I can handle that.” She leaned back but not before sliding her fingers along the bulge in his pants. “Don’t let me wait too long, Sam.” Emma could see the conflict in his eyes. He wanted to stay and having that kind of power over a man like Sam, well that sorta thrilled her. His eyes lingered on her chest where she knew her hardened nipples were on display through her shirt, as was her midriff from that wrangling against the door. “Get inside and lock the door. You’ll see me soon enough.” Emma held back her sigh as his words had her feeling like she was melting inside. He knocked. “I didn’t hear the latch.” She giggled and turned the latch, adding the dead bolt. “Good girl,” she heard muttered and then his boots on the sidewalk as he walked away. She smiled, proud of herself for living life on the edge and taking a risk with a man like Sam. “Sam, if you only knew the things I wanted to do to you, you wouldn’t think I was so good.”
And now for a quick check in for ROW80. And get this–> and I have actual progress! Woohoo!
- Write or revise a minimum of 1 hour every day: I’ve hit this, and exceeded it, every day this week. *high fives*
Post a minimum of one ROW80 Update per week
- Post a non-ROW80 post once per week: I’ve no idea what I’m going to post for this. But I’ll come up with something before Sunday! 😀
- Walk 3 times per week and attend Bootcamp: Because of storms, I’ve only gotten one walk in so far, but I have been doing some of the super sets that my trainer has me do at class, while the storms raged. I had to make a good use of the power outages we had, after all!
I did want to mention one of my Round goals (completing Camp NaNoWriMo), and give an update on that. I had initially started out with 30K words for a goal. Well, it’s July 9th and between finishing the end of “Wanted” and working on “the WiP that is making me write it, right now”, I’m up to 23,423 words. I’m stunned. I have never written this much, (in addition to the character sketches and other background info I’ve written), in such a short amount of time. So given my progress I think I will up my goal to 40k.
That’s it for me, this week. I hope you enjoyed the snippet of “Wanted” and please, feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments-whether they’re good bad, or well, whatever they are. Have a great week and good luck with your goals, writing and otherwise!