Sneak Peek Sunday...
Hey All. I'm joining in with the Sneak Peek Sunday crowd and posting six paragraphs from my still-to-be-published work, The French Confection. At the bottom of this blog will be the link so you can check out the other participating authors' snippets. Enjoy!
The French Confection
A flicker of annoyance crossed Antoine’s face when he first saw Helen, soon replaced by his devastating smile. He probably hadn’t appreciated her uniform of the same cut-offs and another baggy t-shirt, but what did he expect? She stifled a grin as she followed him onto the courts. Jordana would’ve decked herself out in the most revealing tennis outfit that was legal, and that must’ve been what he expected. She may not be in the same league as the two of them, but she did know how to wind them up.
“I am glad you were available to play.” Antoine cracked open a fresh can of balls and lobbed one to her. “I fear my game may be a little rusty.”
She carefully returned it, thanking the gods of tennis that her shot
didn’t go wild or into the net. She was amazed at how this man affected her. He’d looked fantastic in his casual clothes yesterday, but now seeing him in his shorts and fitted shirt, she could barely concentrate on the game. Helen analyzed each move, ‘eye on the ball, step into position, back swing, hit and follow through,’ as if she were back at the community center in Brooklyn where she’d learned to play. She would not look at his tanned, muscular, legs,
propelling him easily across the court. She would not look at his broad chest, tapering down to a lean waist. She would not— “Damn.” Helen groaned as she bunted an easy shot into the net. She had been distracted by his beautiful, biceps.
"I did warn you, I’m not a good player,” Helen reminded him.
“Au contraire. You have a lovely stroke. Do you wish to serve?”
“Sure. A couple of practice shots first?” She placed two careful serves over the net. “Okay. Here goes.” She let loose a blistering serve to the right side that Antoine lunged to return. She ran him back to the left but her next forehand went squarely into the net. “Love, fifteen.” Antoine was ready for her second serve and returned it with ease.
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The French Confection
A flicker of annoyance crossed Antoine’s face when he first saw Helen, soon replaced by his devastating smile. He probably hadn’t appreciated her uniform of the same cut-offs and another baggy t-shirt, but what did he expect? She stifled a grin as she followed him onto the courts. Jordana would’ve decked herself out in the most revealing tennis outfit that was legal, and that must’ve been what he expected. She may not be in the same league as the two of them, but she did know how to wind them up.
“I am glad you were available to play.” Antoine cracked open a fresh can of balls and lobbed one to her. “I fear my game may be a little rusty.”
She carefully returned it, thanking the gods of tennis that her shot
didn’t go wild or into the net. She was amazed at how this man affected her. He’d looked fantastic in his casual clothes yesterday, but now seeing him in his shorts and fitted shirt, she could barely concentrate on the game. Helen analyzed each move, ‘eye on the ball, step into position, back swing, hit and follow through,’ as if she were back at the community center in Brooklyn where she’d learned to play. She would not look at his tanned, muscular, legs,
propelling him easily across the court. She would not look at his broad chest, tapering down to a lean waist. She would not— “Damn.” Helen groaned as she bunted an easy shot into the net. She had been distracted by his beautiful, biceps.
"I did warn you, I’m not a good player,” Helen reminded him.
“Au contraire. You have a lovely stroke. Do you wish to serve?”
“Sure. A couple of practice shots first?” She placed two careful serves over the net. “Okay. Here goes.” She let loose a blistering serve to the right side that Antoine lunged to return. She ran him back to the left but her next forehand went squarely into the net. “Love, fifteen.” Antoine was ready for her second serve and returned it with ease.
Here's the link to see other authors' contributions.
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