Sunday, August 5, 2012

The LOOK Challenge


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 I've Been Tagged!
 According to the rules, you're supposed to do a search in your work in progress for the word "look" and then paste the surrounding paragraph(s) and tag as many people as possible. This is Twilight's Eternal Embrace, my vampire tale. I'm still waiting for my first set of edits from my publisher.
So here goes....


He spoke the truth. Worry shadowed his eyes. Then she understood. It was not magic, but her body responding to him in a way she had not thought possible. She found him desirable. “No.” She stumbled back to get away from him and almost fell, but he was quick, lightning quick as he came to her rescue. She thought meeting his gaze was unsettling, but his touch proved more wicked than casual glances. His hands came to rest on her waist, his touch burning through her shirt with raw heat. Don’t look at him. Don’t meet his eyes.
Damn her curiosity. Her eyes opened and she met his gaze. His eyes smoldered with desire, mirroring her own. He pulled her closer. There was no mistaking the hungry sensual growl in the back of his throat as he pressed his lips to hers. He didn’t ravage, but took his time, savoring, tasting…seducing. She groaned beneath his tender assault before her brain registered what she was doing. Fear mixed with passion made her heart thump wildly in her chest. She pushed at his chest, but he held her tight. She had to stop this before it was too late, before she didn’t care her enemy kissed her. Her dagger hand sliced through his shirtsleeve, hitting flesh. He let her go with a startled curse, but it was all she needed. She fled, her feet moving with sure strides as she made her way back into the forest. She knew he could follow her, make her pay for drawing his blood, but he didn’t pursue her. 
Her feet didn’t stop until she reached the safety of her village. Coomkeen lay calm and peaceful as the people slept. “Which you should be doing also instead of kissing a bloodsucker.” Her fingers lightly touched her lips, still tender from the Blue-eyed Devil’s caress. She hated him for what he was, but her body didn’t seem to care. With a touch of his lips, he awakened the woman in her. She didn’t scare easily, but this frightened her. He had not used glamour and yet he still held a power to make her knees weak. She turned, glancing toward the dark forest. The hairs on her arms stood up and she felt a tingle down her back. Had the Blue-eyed Devil followed her after all? The leaves rustled in the wind, but no one emerged from the shadows. 

I hope you enjoyed the look. :)

I'm tagging: 

Cheryl Pierson @Cherokeegirl57 
Maeve Grayson @maevegreyson
Nancy Jardine @nansjar 
Stephanie Burkhart @StephBurkhart 
Martha McBryar @mmcbryar 
Celia Yeary @celiayeary 
Catherine Bybee @catherinebybee 
Linda Moris @LMorrisWriter







8 comments:

Cheryl Pierson said... Best Blogger Tips

Karen! I love this! OK, my blog is under construction right now, so I'm going to post my "look" snippet here:

Here’s mine from Gabriel’s Law, a western historical I'm polishing right now.
Brandon Gabriel, gunslinger, is being attacked by the men of the town who hired him to get rid of a gang. Now that the gang is gone, they don’t want to pay him. This is on page 3-4.


He tried to shake away the memory as the whip found its mark again, this time across his neck and shoulders. He heard Smith roar in pain as the backlash caught him on the cheek. But Brandon made no sound. His harsh training had been equal in both worlds, Comanche and Anglo. He clenched his teeth and bit back his groan.

They converged on him, and he was almost thankful. At least, they were finished with the whip. Now, it would only be a matter of time. Still, he fought as they tried to grasp his arms. They struggled for several minutes before subduing him, four of them holding his arms pinned behind his back, forcing him to stand.

Arnold Smith’s florid features swam into his view, and he realized Smith was redder than usual because he was looking at him through a haze of his own blood.

“You understand, don’t you, Gabriel?” Smith asked. “It’s just business.”

Nancy Jardine said... Best Blogger Tips

Great reading! Sorry, Karen, I'm going to have to post mine tomorrow, since I'm a bit occupied blog wise right now!

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Cheryl,

Thanks for playing. Gabriel's Law sounds fantastic. Wounded heroes are your specialty. :)

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Nancy,

No problem. I look forward to reading your excerpt. :)

Cheryl Pierson said... Best Blogger Tips

Karen, you know how I love those wounded guys! LOL I have a new novel coming out in October with TWRP, FEATURING... a very wounded DEA agent who still manages (along with the heroine) to take on the bad guys from a drug cartel. TEMPTATION'S TOUCH will be out the 24th of October!!! I love my hero. LOL
Cheryl

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Cheryl,

Congratulations on your upcoming release. I can't wait to read it. Sounds intense.

Nancy Jardine said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Karen! A bit late but here's my excerpt. It's from my next release 'THE BELTANE CHOICE' that's coming soon (Aug 31st) from Crooked{Cat}Publishing. “You claim to be a branded warrior-woman?”
His tone was contemptuous when he stared at the spear brand decorating her upper arm, though she wore no armbands below it. It was Nara’s turn to scowl, exasperated by the aspersions he cast on her abilities. Though his glances were askance, the warrior considered her just as thoroughly as she did him. Two moons ago no man would have given her such frank assessment, but it was impossible to look away now. An instinctive tremor prickled her spine when the centre of his eyes darkened to cavernous black.
A conflict of sensations washed through her. She hated his superiority in the situation, detested his contempt, but could not deny his seductive stare made things happen inside her–which no man had ever managed to do before. Quelling the stimulation at her womanly core seemed impossible. Yet, try she must.

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Nancy,

Intense-- Loved it!!