Work In Progress Wed..
I haven't been writing.. I really haven't been reading.. I am lacking in inspiration.. How do you find something to inspire your ideas? Well this is a tidbit from a WIP I have.. which may or may not make it to publication..
The deafening music, assaults my ears, someone just entered this room. They makes no sounds. I can’t smell or see them. Straining my senses to their limits, I try to get a read on my buyer. My heart is racing, hammering against my sternum. Trying to focus on scent, see if I can recognize my buyer, I'm overwhelmed by the patchouli oil on my skin My stomach is twisted in knots. Adrenaline floods my system, tensing my muscles, awaiting the need for fight or flight.
I'm unsure of how much time passes. No words are spoke, no touch is made. Sitting here on my knees, in this barely little red outfit, I dare not open up a conversation. Trying not to fidget or let panic settle completely over me, I wait. This can go bad in so many ways. I know Jasmine isn’t human, not only humans play in this bar. How do I let myself get into this shit? I know better, it isn’t safe for me; yet here I am.
The silence is claustrophobic, crushing my being, the terror setting in. The muscles in my legs twitch, my fingers curl into fists, fight or flight, whatever happens I will be ready. The cloying scent of the oil, suffocating my lungs, nostrils flaring I scent the room. Still nothing, but the damn oil smell.
“Allya, my little wolf why do you run from me?” The voice pours over me, warm and rich. Instantly my body heats. Oh, God. It's him.
I freeze like a deer in the headlights, my body refusing to obey my instinct to run. My legs feel like lead, unable to escape, my nightmares come to fruition.“Come now, my little wolf, I asked you a question. It is a terrible state when a man has to purchase his mate, just to be able to talk to her.” Oh God, oh God. What do I do now?
My body floods with adrenaline, readying for the ensuing fight. My legs awaken, the blood rushing through them, fingers twitching. In one swift movement I rip the blindfold off, quickly assessing my options
ThI hope you enjoy this little snippet.. It has been rewritten at least three times.. so with that being said... yes it probably needs another edit.. and yes it will still probably be different by the time it reaches a publisher.. I hope you enjoy a little peak into my current WIP. Love always Chelle
as always you can check out The Black Lily Club here: http://www.amazon.com/The-Black-Lily-Club-ebook/dp/B009QAKV40/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362578784&sr=8-1&keywords=the+black+lily+club
The deafening music, assaults my ears, someone just entered this room. They makes no sounds. I can’t smell or see them. Straining my senses to their limits, I try to get a read on my buyer. My heart is racing, hammering against my sternum. Trying to focus on scent, see if I can recognize my buyer, I'm overwhelmed by the patchouli oil on my skin My stomach is twisted in knots. Adrenaline floods my system, tensing my muscles, awaiting the need for fight or flight.
I'm unsure of how much time passes. No words are spoke, no touch is made. Sitting here on my knees, in this barely little red outfit, I dare not open up a conversation. Trying not to fidget or let panic settle completely over me, I wait. This can go bad in so many ways. I know Jasmine isn’t human, not only humans play in this bar. How do I let myself get into this shit? I know better, it isn’t safe for me; yet here I am.
The silence is claustrophobic, crushing my being, the terror setting in. The muscles in my legs twitch, my fingers curl into fists, fight or flight, whatever happens I will be ready. The cloying scent of the oil, suffocating my lungs, nostrils flaring I scent the room. Still nothing, but the damn oil smell.
“Allya, my little wolf why do you run from me?” The voice pours over me, warm and rich. Instantly my body heats. Oh, God. It's him.
I freeze like a deer in the headlights, my body refusing to obey my instinct to run. My legs feel like lead, unable to escape, my nightmares come to fruition.“Come now, my little wolf, I asked you a question. It is a terrible state when a man has to purchase his mate, just to be able to talk to her.” Oh God, oh God. What do I do now?
My body floods with adrenaline, readying for the ensuing fight. My legs awaken, the blood rushing through them, fingers twitching. In one swift movement I rip the blindfold off, quickly assessing my options
ThI hope you enjoy this little snippet.. It has been rewritten at least three times.. so with that being said... yes it probably needs another edit.. and yes it will still probably be different by the time it reaches a publisher.. I hope you enjoy a little peak into my current WIP. Love always Chelle
as always you can check out The Black Lily Club here: http://www.amazon.com/The-Black-Lily-Club-ebook/dp/B009QAKV40/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362578784&sr=8-1&keywords=the+black+lily+club
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