Saturday, August 26, 2017

WeWriWa: The Future’s Not Set . . . Not Yet!


I’m in that limbo between waiting for edits on one book and planning to start another, so I thought I’d share a little more about my next hero and heroine with the rest of a scene from UNLEASHED BY SHADOWS in which the two meet . . . and stars align. 

A shiver of heat coursed through him when her fingertip traced lightly along the creases of his palm as she read, “I see a good heart, a long life, and a very healthy libido, everything but your name.” 

Her gaze flirting with his while he told her, she added, “Well, Kip Terriot, Mademoiselle Phe will answer all if you’ll let me draw you.” She dragged out an artist’s pad and pushed him into one of her folding chairs, the tip of her pen scratching over the surface of the paper without her glancing down at it. 

In answer to her husky prompt of, “Your question?”, he tried to ignore his attraction to the artist while explaining his interest in the van, to which she shrugged and replied, “Oh, sure, I see it all the time. The a-hole driver blocks in my pick-up so I’ve had to report him more than once.” She set down the tablet to rummage in a huge crocheted bag that lounged at her feet like an old hound, pulling out a card and scribbling on the back saying, “Here’s his plate number . . . and my phone number. I’m Phe, Ophelia Brady, but you can call me anytime . . . if you have any other questions.” 

She picked up the pad and turned it to show him the lines capturing his profile, the curve of his ear, hollow of his throat, but all the attention went to his eyes and lips, then, as she stripped the drawing off the pad and quickly rolled it into a tube, she pointed the end toward one of the alleys leading off the Square, saying, “Third door, top floor.” 

Kip took the sketch with a quiet, “Thank you for the information and the picture . . . and the future.” 

“Oh, that future isn’t set,” she promised with a wink, “not yet.” 

I’m setting aside more plotting (hahahaha, like that’s going to happen!) while heading out of state for an annual lakeside Legal Secretaries Gone Wild Weekend with three of my former co-workers, one of which happens to be my d-i-l! Sunscreen, check, bathing suit, check, but no computer so I’ll be checking in with everyone’s posts on Monday.

If you’d like to read more about my “in the veil” transition period between heroes, you might enjoy my Friday’s post at Paranormal Romantics on It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye.

Here’s me and Grandguy from last weekend’s Double Digit Birthday celebration, all glassy-eyed from too much fun wishing you Happy Back to School and Happy Reading!



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25 comments:

  1. That's definitely an intriguing first meeting. :)

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  2. ooh, this scene definitely has an underlying sizzle going on. :-)

    Happy birthday, dd grandson!

    I hope you have a great weekend, Nancy!

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    1. It was AWESOME! Never even looked at a keyboard. Of course, then withdrawal set in . . .

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  3. Sounds like a ton of fun. Hope you're enjoying it!

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  4. Well that's one way to make an introduction. Why can't they all be as interesting as that?

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  5. I like how the final line is usually offered as something hopeful in a bad prophecy, but switched to be a little more ominous here! Great idea!

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    1. It's meant to be upbeat, but hey, you know how my plotlines go . . .

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  6. Interesting first meeting - palm reading. And flirting already—sounds promising. Have a great weekend away.

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    1. Thanks, Rachel. A great time was had by all!

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  7. First, happy birthday to you little guy--who isn't so little anymore. He & my granddaughter both hit double-digits this summer. And thanks for mentioning Paranormal Romantics. That was a great post.

    On to today's post: Holy cow! Love the simile with the crochet bag and the hound. Perfect imagery. I noticed she didn't miss a chance to see him again. :)

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    1. She's an intuitive miss! I know, ten years. That make us . . . very young grandmothers!

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  8. An interesting little interlude, feels like there's so MUCH going on under the surface here - I love it! Terrific excerpt.

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  9. I like the way they work together on him. So interesting.

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  10. What a brilliant snippet, so much information given in so few words. It really drew me in, wanting to read more - and I too loved the analogy between the crochetted bag and a hound.

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    1. After you drag them around a while they begin to smell like an old dog, too!

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  11. It would seem she like him as much as he likes her. That's a good beginning indeed.

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    1. But you know THAT won't last. Sigh . . .

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  12. I love your characters' interaction. So good. And I am intrigued. ;)

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