Slogging away on book 3
I'm well into book 3 of my Broken Kingdom series. I'm really excited to say this book, unlike the previous two in the series, is written from his/her dual perspective. So any of you fantasy romance readers out there that love dual perspective, this is for you.
It's taking me longer to write than the first two because I keep having to switch from Rya's head and into the head of the lead guy (I want tell you who he is).
So, I'm going to drop a snippet here for your pleasure.
Warning: this is all draft. It's likely messy and could change from the final manuscript that makes it to publication.
Heroes POV
What emotion had she felt in the moment she fell in a heap at my feet? Horror with herself for the desire? Yes, it had been there. Her heart beat fast, the pace quickening as I drew near. The speed of it likely driven by fear, but she had stilled, waiting, lost in the excitement of anticipation. I had felt the longing, the up tilt of her head, the incremental creep of her chin, positioning her lips toward mine, the held breath, the ripple of tension, the thrum of hunger, the moan. I arched my head and stretched back as I allowed the pleasurable memory of the moan to tease my ebbing desire.
It's taking me longer to write than the first two because I keep having to switch from Rya's head and into the head of the lead guy (I want tell you who he is).
So, I'm going to drop a snippet here for your pleasure.
Warning: this is all draft. It's likely messy and could change from the final manuscript that makes it to publication.
Heroes POV
What emotion had she felt in the moment she fell in a heap at my feet? Horror with herself for the desire? Yes, it had been there. Her heart beat fast, the pace quickening as I drew near. The speed of it likely driven by fear, but she had stilled, waiting, lost in the excitement of anticipation. I had felt the longing, the up tilt of her head, the incremental creep of her chin, positioning her lips toward mine, the held breath, the ripple of tension, the thrum of hunger, the moan. I arched my head and stretched back as I allowed the pleasurable memory of the moan to tease my ebbing desire.
Published on February 24, 2021 01:05
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