Lucky 7

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The infinitely fun and slightly wicked Rhenna Morgan pulled a fast one on me this morning and tagged me in The Lucky 7 game.

http://rhennamorgan.com/playing-lucky-7/#.U57iNgiRGUA.facebook

 

The rules:

Go to page 7 or 77 in your current WIP.

Go to line 7

Post on your blog the next 7 sentence or 7 lines—as they are!

Tag 7 people and do the same

You can choose between page 7 or 77.

images-4So, from my WIP Stolen Kiss, page 7

 

Ah. This was her code red hottie. Shock of unruly hair, cobalt blue eyes, tall. It fit.

“Listen.” His eyes intense like lasers. “My brother is in danger. Help me save him by pretending to be my girlfriend for a few minutes. If they start asking questions, let me do the talking. Please.”

Ruby was about to protest, but his hand trailed up and down along her spine spreading a warm shiver down the backs of her legs. More delicious than devil’s food cake.

 

Voila!

 

Now I have to tag 7 others, so

 

September-21-2011-22-10-21-cat044Vicki Mixon

Susan Petersen Wisnewski

Liz Berquist

J.J. Devine

Jami Gold

Debbie Robbins

Kristen Lamb

 

Tag! You’re it!

xoxxo

 

6 comments

  1. The pit would not be enough to stop it, she knew.
    Please let the rockfall not be far.
    “It will be okay,” she told the lamia child in her arms, knowing the words were as much for herself as for him.
    She saw a wall of barren underbrush and saw open sky beyond.
    But the ground felt wrong. The ground should be softer, this close to the shore. Not slippery stone covered with needles.
    No time to think about it.
    She ducked a wet branch and forced her way through the underbrush.

  2. Thanks for the tag, Kim! I’ve played this one before, but I’ll play again here in the comments. 🙂

    This is from page 77 of my WIP that I’ll be attacking in revisions next week, so just a warning that this is first draft quality. LOL!

    The background: The heroine is “borrowing” the hero’s jacket, and he’s NOT happy about it. 😉

    *****

    A piercing sensation seized his heart, as though the arms she slipped into the sleeves of his jacket punctured his chest. A flip of her hair sent waves of light gold over the collar, and she tugged the leather over her shoulders. The material hung loosely over her small body, covering half her hands and bottom. She buried her nose in the leather, and a tiny smile crept over her face.

    Piss. He’d really liked that jacket. He’d broken it in perfectly to fit him, and now he’d have to throw it away.

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