Wip it Up, up, UP!!

I was at a writer’s conference last week. I love them because they recharge my creative batteries but hate that it takes me so long to get everything back to normal afterwards. But, here I am, trying my best 🙂

This week’s sample is from the same WIP I have been sharing. I got a lot of work done on it this weekend and while I might not know exactly how it all ends, I have a better idea. This little scene occurs just after the one I shared last time. Olivia has been kidnapped and she doesn’t really know who or why, she also isn’t handling it all that well.

Three days passed and Olivia allowed not a word, a morsel of food or drop of drink to pass her lips. She feared that if she allowed herself to do anything more than sit and think then she would begin to cry and there would be no way of stopping it. On a normal day, Olivia hated to cry, she never saw much point in it. In her present company, she hated the idea even more. Grant—she refused to call him Master Thatcher even in her head, as he had instructed to her—had made up the silence by explaining to Olivia in more detail who The Enlightened Hand was. She would never admit the society intrigued her, especially now that she knew it was real and not just a cautionary tale.

By the time the third night was almost upon them Olivia was sore, her butt hurt from sitting in the carriage for so long, her legs ached, begging that she stretch them. Even though Grant had allowed her to sleep in the carriage at night, she had still refused to stretch out, choosing instead to remain in the tense, angry ball she’d curled into as they had driven away from her home.

Grant called for them to stop for the night and Olivia heard the men prepare the area for a camp. Even stopped, her mind was full of an endless beat, the echo of horse hooves trotting over rocky terrain. She closed her eyes and her heart matched the rhythm of the phantom hoof beats. How had she lost everything that was important to her, and so quickly? If devastation were food, she’d be full.

There we are I’ll have to promise any one who is reading to have a sexier, more upbeat snippet next time!

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WIP it Up Wednesday! Reeeeeemiiiix

Okay, so not technically a remix, but I was trying to find an exciting way to say it was my second time! Got me thinking, second times are not nearly as celebrated as first times…hmmmm there’s got to be a story there. Anyways, onward!

I’ll be sharing from the same WIP as last week, not right after last week’s snippet, but in the same chapter. Here, we introduce more of what the story is about, and as stories go, this is where Olivia’s perfect life goes horribly awry. Once again, this book is tentatively titled, The Enlightened Hand’s Chosen One and is about a woman who is pulled into a secret society. Here goes:

“Mason Fosterson, please, do not be angry with your wife,” the man said. At first, Olivia thought he was rehearsing or speaking to air, but then she spotted her father and mother at the back of the carriage. Olivia was glad they couldn’t have seen him spank her from where they were, but she wished she wasn’t over the man’s shoulder. “Olivia here has an amazing opportunity. The only reason she even has this opportunity is because of how special she is. You should be proud of yourselves and of her. And, if she makes it back to you, you should remember this feeling instead of focusing on your disappointment.” There was so much in his words that Olivia needed to understand, her head swam. His tone had changed, less arrogant, actually respectful while he addressed her parents. It made her hate him a little less.
She searched her father for some comfort, but he wouldn’t look at her. Her mother, however, beamed. The man placed her in the carriage. He was in the act of climbing in behind her when there was a great booming sound from the barn.
Bart sprinted towards them on a mission. “What is that ugly beast?” the man asked.
Any respect she had felt for him vanished.
“Bart!” Olivia cried out for her friend.
“No dogs at the Manor,” he said, without a hint of kindness before climbing in and shutting the door.

I know, I know, I felt for Bart as well. It is hard to be mean to animals, even in stories!

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WIP IT UP Wednesday, my first time!

Lordy that is a huge graphic

I’ve seen the posts, visited many of them and finally, I am in a position where I actually have a WIP! Like many, it is taking over, ignoring my thoughtful planning and preparation and has become what it wanted to become. And I thought, why not share a little as I go?

This work is tentatively titled, The Enlightened Hand’s Chosen One. A mouthful if there ever was one 😀 It is meant to be a historical erotica (I guess I mean, aren’t labels the worst?!) I decided to start sharing from the beginning in the hopes that this might just get those editor juices flowing. I make no promises for grammar or that this scene will even make it to any final version. Now, before I lose my nerve:

        Olivia lay back, nestled on a thick layer of hay. She lifted her hand and examined how the sun shone between her fingers. Lawrence would certainly get scolded for not fixing the hole in the barn’s roof, but his laziness was Olivia’s gain. With her gigantic hound, Bart snoring at her side and the sun shining on the both of them, she was absolutely content, warm and happy.
        “Olivia?” Her mother called for her from the entrance.
        As long as she stayed put and kept Bart from snoring too loudly Olivia would remain undetected. There was no way her mother would step foot in a place as unseemly.
        “Olivia Fosterson, I know you are in there, come out right now and get water for your bath.”
        Olivia slunk down even lower.
        “You are not a child, Olivia, stop acting like one. You are a grown woman who cannot spend her time smelling like dog and dirt.”
        “I do not smell like dog!” Olivia responded and then clamped a hand over her mouth. Dang her mother, she definitely knew how to get a rise out of her.
        Olivia could hear the smug undertone in her mother’s words. “We have guests for dinner and you will look your best. Do not make me find you again, or you will feel your father’s belt!”
        Olivia scoffed silently. If she ever felt her father’s belt it would be because she borrowed it to hold the pants she borrowed from Lawrence up. However, her mother seemed to believe her threat was sufficient enough as Olivia could hear her soft footsteps fading away.
        Bart whined and yipped like a puppy, startling himself awake. He blinked at her with big, brown, soulful eyes.
        “She gives me nightmares too,” Olivia said. Bart yawned.
        Someone chuckled, low and familiar. Lawrence crept out of the shadows. How long had he been there against the back wall? His clothes were well worn and meant for work. He’d rolled his sleeves up over his muscular forearms that were crossed over his chest. He smiled at her, his regular expression when looking in her direction. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that her stomach flipped over at his smiles. Hired as her father’s apprentice, Lawrence was a staple in her life. When he wasn’t avoiding fixing roofs and learning the trade with her father, he was with her and she loved every moment they spent together.
        “Nothing gives Ollie nightmares,” Lawrence said to Bart.
        “Except your ruddy face,” Olivia said. She may have new feelings for the handsome man, but she had always teased him. That couldn’t change.
        His brown eyes were gentle. He reached down and with a soft hold he led Olivia up to her feet. That close she could see the golden flecks of color around the blacks of his eyes, like tiny sunbursts. “Are you sure it is in your nightmares when you see my face?”
So, there it is. I hope to finish the first draft soon. Hear that, self?! Soon!
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