Writing can sometimes be too much of a solitary venture, and that’s why I started WIP Wednesday. On the first Wednesday of every month, I post a little bit of something I’ve been working on, and I invite you to do the same.
We don’t critique each other’s work, because we’re usually sharing stuff that’s not ready for a beta reader yet. Friendly words on people’s projects are always welcome, though!
So I’ve got to be honest — it’s been four months since I’ve made serious progress on my two novels-in-progress. There have been work-related reasons for that, but… there are always reasons, right?
I’ve had it. I get so grouchy when I don’t get enough pure writing time, anyway. In March, I’m going to add 20K to The Equinox Stone, book 2 of my paranormal romance trilogy.
Here’s an excerpt from The Equinox Stone. It’s the lead-in to a very slow and sensual scene, but there’s nothing too steamy here. By the way, Tristan and Val both know at this point that he’s disease-free… the secret society that he and Val are in takes medical testing of all kinds very seriously. I didn’t want you to worry about it!
“I still wish you hadn’t been there yesterday,” Tristan told her. “Though it’s a good thing you were.”
“I keep trying to get my mind off of it,” Val said, and then admitted, “You’re helping.”
“I can help a lot more. We’ve got an hour and a half before Dr. Holst.”
Her heart skittered. His bluntness hardly surprised her. He couldn’t have had so many casual liaisons by beating around the bush, as it were.
And she wanted to do it. Or at least, she wanted to do something. On top of her feelings for him, it would be something good and right, counteracting the recent evil.
“Come on, Valentina.” He dragged out the words in a sensual rumble that went right through her. “I’ll do everything you like.”
“I don’t know what I like,” she reminded him.
His eyes lit up. “Let’s find out.”
Her resistance was slipping away like sand under her feet, borne away by the tide. But he would want to go too far. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
He moved closer to where she perched on the edge of the bed, gripping her teacup and saucer, and crouched at her feet, looking up at her. “Not ready for what, exactly?”
“Losing my virginity.” Impatience edged her tone, because he was making her be explicit, and because it sounded so archaic.
“Are you worried about getting pregnant?”
She shook her head. “I take birth control.”
“How come? Bad periods?” He leaned his head on her knee like an adopted puppy. “Or were you just waiting to have your chance with me, and now you’re nervous?”
He gave her a look of pretended innocence, all wide blue eyes. “You said you had a crush.”
“I never should have told you that!” His low, sexy chuckle sent a flutter through her belly. “The former. I get the worst cramps, even with the pill.”
“Ah, that sucks.” He lifted his head up again. “I won’t try to change your mind. I promise.”
Without her empath abilities, she would’ve doubted his sincerity. He’d slept with how many people—one hundred? More? He couldn’t possibly see it as a big deal. But his caring and longing wrapped around her.
If he wasn’t asking for sex, what was he asking for, exactly?
Cautiously, as if he didn’t want to send her flying away like a bird, he rose to sit next to her on the bed. The towel around his hips came undone, barely covering anything. He was already aroused, and it was hard not to stare.
“I’ll go so slow,” he said. “We’ll stop whenever you want, of course. I won’t push you.”
She trusted him, without question. Still, she squirmed. “What if it leaves you… unsatisfied?” Her face heated.
“I’ve been that way for weeks.” She bit her lip.
“Not your problem,” he said, his voice pitched low. “Just let me find out what you like.”
I hope you’ll share a little of what you’re working on in the comments! Or if you’re like me and you’ve been in a dry spell lately, feel free to comment on that, too. We can get out of it together, right?
Thanks for reading, and happy writing!