Writing on Wednesday...Confessions of a Book Blogger

Good Wednesday morning!

The story that I have been working almost exclusively on this week is Confessions of a Book Blogger. In last week's Wednesday post, I posted the opening scene between David & Lexi and thought you may want to see who they are:

David:

Lexi:

This week, I am posting another scene between the two of them. They are going to have a wild ride before they find their HEA, because David has some secrets that are going to throw their relationship for a huge loop...and then that secret becomes part of the fun!

Here is a teeny tiny excerpt for today's writing share:

“Aw, David, I am so sorry.” Lexi gave him a hug. David pressed his body into hers, enjoying the feel of simply receiving some physical comfort. Then thoughts of the scenes he had been writing flashed through his mind, along with the press of her lush breasts up against his chest, and the whiff of almonds coming from her hair, and all thoughts besides ones about her body, fled his head. He reached down to cup her ass  and pressed his erection into her.

She laughed and shoved at him, “You are seriously not using my sympathy hug to cop a feel are you?”

He looked at her through half-shuttered eyes, “I should say no, right?” and gave her an impish grin.

She laughed again and shook her head at him. “Listen do you have any plans for today?”

“I was planning to work on my wood flooring upstairs in the bedrooms, but if you were offering I could think of much more fun things to do up there.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

She smirked, “Well, I am not offering, but what I am offering is to be your tour guide to re-introduce you to the wonderful sights and sounds that make up the Fontana Fall Festival.  That is, if you would be interested in going with me. And then maybe afterwards, I could help you for a bit with your flooring.” 

He gave her a genuine grin this time, and said, “I would love that. Do you mind if I just hop in the shower real quick and get cleaned up? I could even offer to let you scrub my back if you would like.”

Lexi smirked, “Be careful there or I may just withdraw my offer. Go get ready, and I will wait here for you.” She shoved him up the stairs.

These are my words so you are not allowed to copy, alter, or re-print them anywhere else without my permission. ;o)

Writing on Wednesday.... Bookstore Nirvana

Like I mentioned in Monday's Meandering post, I am working on several different writing pieces at once (mainly for the practice.) As a result, these Wednesday posts are liable to be all over the spectrum as far as subject matter. 

BTW, I have added a word count chart to my right sidebar so that you all can keep track of how I am progressing on each work. My goal is to write 1000 words each day on something, so hopefully those word count numbers will continue to steadily climb.

Today's scene is a short little snippet from the opening scene of a book that I am tentatively calling Confessions of a Book Blogger. The photo below is similar in feel to what I visualize this scene looking like, although the bookstore in the scene is actually much smaller than this one in the photo. Enjoy!

 Chapter 1

David peered at the exterior of the local bookshop through the shade of the tree that stood in the corner of the upscale little shopping center. He didn’t have high hopes. This town wasn’t very big. While the town definitely had an artistic and educational bent with the local university, independent bookstores were going out of business all over the country.

Taking off his aviators, he turned the handle on the heavy leaded glass door and, as he stepped into the store, he felt like he had stepped back in time. His gaze immediately peered up the wall of books that went up 2 stories. The store was filled with row upon row of gorgeous books, surrounded by rich wood paneling, brass ladder rails, and wooden ladders. The rich aroma of good coffee filled the air and all the doubts that David had been feeling were put to rest. He had made the right decision to move here. Walking into this store was like coming home.

To the right was a little café and coffee shop decorated in rich hues of red and burgundy with highlights of black and white harlequin patterns. That obviously was where the wonderful aroma of coffee was coming from and he began to think that he had walked into Nirvana. After a night with little to no sleep, he could use a direct IV line hook-up to the closest coffee machine. He started to head in that direction when a flash of movement from the corner caught his eye.

Standing on one of the rolling ladders was a sight that certainly did not fit into this old world looking bookshop. At the very tip top of the ladder stood a goddess who immediately sent blood flooding south in David’s body.  He could only see her from the back, but what a wonderful backside that was. She had on dark grey thigh high socks each topped with a red satin bow at the tops of her thighs that made his mouth water. A short, very short, grey wool pleated skirt topped off those wonderful little bows. A red fitted turtleneck and plaid vest topped off the ensemble as well as some seriously high patent red mary-janes that made David wonder how she was maintaining her balance on the high ladder. Just as he had that thought, she reached too far out and started to wobble and David ran.




These are my words so you are not allowed to copy, alter, or re-print them anywhere else without my permission. ;o)