Every Tuesday I will share a teaser from Work in Progress' only.
So it will be teasers from all unpublished manuscripts. Nothing from already published books.
This weeks teaser continued on from last weeks, which you can read here.
Taken from a WIP that I keep hacking away at every now and again. The characters are active in my mind I just seem to be up against a wall with it at the moment. It currently stands at just over 10K and the working titles is, Let Me In.
Please remember it is still a rough draft so there will be mistakes and details are subject to change.
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My mouth
fell open. Amusement stretched across his face.
“I-er-”
seemed to have lost the ability to form a coherent sentence all of a sudden. Embarrassment
caused my skin to flush a shade darker. I was standing in front of possibly the
sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes on, and I was acting like a bumbling idiot.
The floor really needed to open up and swallow me within the next ten seconds.
“She would
love too.”
My focus
swung to Paige who appeared beside us. She placed her hand on my shoulder and
gave me a gentle squeeze. “She likes white wine.”
“I do?” I looked
back at the man. “I mean, yes, I-I do. And I would love too, er, have a drink,
with you.” Nervous laughter bubbled in my throat as I gave him a polite smile.
“Thank you.”
“It would be
my pleasure.” He slipped his hand from my back and nodded. “I shall be right
back.”
The stranger
turned and I found myself angling my head to the side in order to admire his
fine form. And boy what a form he had. Built in the upper area, solid
shoulders, broad hips, well built thighs, and an ass that any sane woman would
want to chew on.
I shook my
head and looked at Paige. “What the hell just happened?”
She slipped
her arm round my waist. “You hit the jackpot, Sweetie. And I am so fucking
jealous.”
“I can’t
have a drink with him.”
Her brow
furrowed. “Why?”
“I-I don’t
know him. I don’t even know his name.”
“And that
would be why you’re having a drink with him; you learn his name, get to know
him a little and well, daddy likes what he sees, baby, and by the way he was
looking at you I think he plans to take you home and do wicked things to you
with those hands of his.”
Shivers ran
down my spine at the idea of his hands all over my body. The small of my back
still burned from the heat of his palm. “I-I can’t?”
“Are you
seriously telling me that you wouldn’t want to wrap your legs around that” -
she pointed to the stranger - “and let him take you for the ride of your life
and every damn way you can think of? Are you seriously going to tell me that
you aren’t interested in finding out what that yummy mouth of his can do?”
My core
clenched at the ideas. Needless to say my body was as hungry for the answers to
those questions as Paige was, but . . . . I had been with Shaun for six years;
it had been a long time since I got naked in front of another guy, let alone
slept with one.
“If you say
you’re not interested then single women everywhere will like drop dead from
universal shock. I mean, that is a man, Lia. The kind of man women fantasies
about, but never meet. I am willing to bet he is a devil between the sheets, and
sweetie, he asked you to have a drink
with him.”
“But why me?”
“You’re
beautiful and the man is smoking hot. There need be no other reason.”
I twisted
round so he was out of my line of view. “Paige, I’m so out of practice with
this shit. I have no idea what to do or say....”
She cupped
my cheek and stared me in the eyes. “Be yourself, but maybe a little more
flirtatious. You’re single after all. Let him lead. All you have to do is
follow. That is how simple this is.” She grabbed my bag from the table and
handed it to me. “Go. Have a drink. Have fun. Have sex, and then call me
tomorrow because I want to know every dirty little detail.”
I glanced over
my shoulder.
“Forget
about that dickhead, Shaun. Reclaim your independence, your inner goddess. Just
go have fun.” She turned me round by the shoulders and gave me a gentle push. “You
deserve some fun.”
Copyright © 2017, Let Me In, Elizabeth Morgan
Copyright © 2017, Let Me In, Elizabeth Morgan
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