Do me a favor…
I had two requests to participate in the Page 77 meme. Meredith Bond and Diana Belchase. I love this kind of stuff so thank you both for thinking of me. First a quick recap of the rules: post seven lines starting from the seventh line on page 77 of your manuscript. Of course, this is from my manuscript, Gideon, about a vampire struggling to keep a promise to a witch…and wow! I'm in the process of revisions, and these seven surprised me:)…
“You shouldn’t be so arrogant, vampire. You thought your actions would keep me on the other side. Away from what I need." The shapeshifter crossed its arms and leered. "Stupid vampire.”
Gideon rolled his body forward, his steps slow, fighting the power that wanted to keep him nailed to the wall. He was strong and knew he could get closer if he put one foot in front of the other. “Are you what made her kill her son?”
“No, I am what made her kill herself.”
The mime seems to be happening in Facebook, but I also want you to post your goodness here. So, fellow authors, I'm tagging you (and I'll also alert you via Facebook, too)!
Yvonne Pinney
This is a dare ladies – don't make me go all Godfather on you, okay?
Thanks for tagging me, Denny! This was fun. 🙂
My 7 lines come from the contemporary paranormal book I'm working on, about a damned soul who's been given the chance to win a life back on earth — by damning an innocent woman's soul:
Luca still looked unsettled. His eyes strayed to the stereo and he reached out to touch it, running his long fingers over the buttons as if the whole thing were fragile or precious or too beautiful to believe. The way you might stroke a newborn kitten.
Or a woman's breast . . .
Katie's mouth went dry and she coughed.
Whooo….I like – a lot! Thanks for those seven – now pass it on:)…
Whooo….I like! Very sexy, and nice and dark. Yummy.
Her you go: From the book under contract with EC coming out hopefully soon:
“Things at the party last night got a little heated. Words were said, guns were drawn.”
“Tell me who no one got killed,” he demanded. Crap. If it weren’t for memories and promises to his mother, he’d abandon Rowan to sort out his own shit, but those memories always dragged him back in as a savior. “Take care of your baby brother. He needs you.” He released a sigh at Rowan’s next words.
“No one got killed, man. We’re not sixteen year old gangstas anymore. Didn’t you hear, we got gentrified? Even got our own Whole Foods now.”
Typos aside dearie – that's some goodness – love the dialog, and wow – seven lines and the characters and setting are strong. I like. Looking forward to reading when its published!