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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