Welcome back to WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY. I’m sorry I missed the last few weeks, but I had to deal with a personal medical issue, got food poisoning, then got the flu. Needless to say February wasn’t a fun month. But I’m back, now with more from Resistant. I’m also currently working on a ghost story/love story. There isn’t any sex in the novel, but there are some steamy/sexy/sensual stuff that I would like to share along the way, if that is all right? Let me know, if that sounds like something that fits into the blog hop, I’ll start posting sections next week. If not, I’ll keep on with Resistant, then share from Susceptible and Outcast when I start working on them again.
First, to answer your question, Mel, I think the dishes. You can sell Yellow. Yellow wasn’t that bad, but I Yellow might like being duct taped to the wall. ;)
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This is my tenth week on this blog hop. This week’s piece comes from my current romance WIP, Resistant. Resistant is a romance set in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. I’m talking to a photographer right now about photo options for this cover, so stay tuned for that and for the synopsis. I hate writing synopses, so I’ll probably wait until the last moment to write one for this novel, as usual, but it will come.
So on to the excerpt. This scene is a continuation from the last one I posted where Sahara and Daniel kissed for the first time. This is also the scene where Daniel sees her naked for the first time. Too bad it isn’t under different circumstances.
Again, he pulled away. “We have to stop,” he said.
I nodded. If we didn’t we would sleep together and this place and this situation was not where I wanted our first time to be. He didn’t know I hadn’t been raped, and if we went any further, I feared he would think that I was some kind of freak so willing to bed him after such an ordeal, and he would never forgive himself if he thought he had taken advantage of my vulnerability.
Easily he pulled me from the bed to stand. My right leg was weak from lack of use. When I could stand on my own, I let the sheet drop and pulled the pile of clothes toward me. I expected him to look away, but when he didn’t, I stopped what I was doing to watch him examine me. I flushed slightly at his gaze, until I realized that he wasn’t ogling me like a man in need would. He was actually studying me, looking for marks, bruises, signs of abuse, cursing and scowling at the number of them. He took his time examining my private areas, even stepping close, bending down, and lifting my legs to see the insides of my thighs, which was one of the few areas not bruised.
Once I decided he had seen all that he would, I stepped away, grabbed the clothes, and began to dress.
“Sahara,” he whispered as I was zipping up my jeans.
“Yeah,” I said, stopping to look at him.
“Did he hurt you? I mean did he…” Before I could answer, he continued. “He is dead. The zombie we let in got him. You don’t have to worry.”
“He didn’t,” I said and put on the bra.
“Did he do anything?”
“Not really. He tried, but I peed on him.”
“You did what?”
“I peed on him. He apparently had some kind of phobia about such things, so every time he went to touch me down there, I peed on him.”
Just as I was tucking my shirt into my pants, he pulled me to him and kissed me again. “You are fucking amazing,” he said when he finally released my lips but didn’t pull away. He still held me to him; our bodies pressed tightly together, our foreheads touching. I closed my eyes and let my body feel every inch of him. I wanted to memorize the feel of him. When this day was over; when the adrenaline rush of it all had settled, this would be over. We were caught up in the fear and exhilaration of the entire event. He wasn’t kissing me because he loved or wanted me. He was kissing me out of relief that I was alive. That had to be it because until this, he had never done such a thing. I didn’t care though. I would take what I could get, when I could get it.
“I’m not that amazing, he beat the shit out of me for it,” I said, touching my lip.
“I’d kill him for you if he weren’t already dead. I’ve never met anyone like you,” he said, brushing light kisses across my bruised face.
I hoped you enjoyed that.
Just a little update on HIM, a novel that some of you are following. The novel is finally on sale. I’m so excited. The novels has already received some amazing reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Here are the novels links if you would like to know more about it: