I'm writing a hot new story that features a curvy depressed songwriter named Amy and a sexy & sweet but sad Rancher named Jack. It's going to have a lot of characters and will probably be a longer serial. Not sure how many parts yet, but I've got a lot in mind.And guess what? This one has the male POV, too!
I'm so excited to share this with you!! Gah, can't wait 'till you guys read it :)
Anyway, here's an excerpt:
Jack opens
the door and steps out of the car. Frowning, I look around. I thought we still
had to drive, why is he getting out? It’s already dark outside, but I clearly
see one light burning up ahead.Then I see the house attached to the light, a
few yards away. It’s a large wooden home, looking like it could use a fresh
coat of paint. Next to it is a huge barn, and tools are lying all over the
place. We’re already here?
“You
gettin’ out or do you want to camp out in my car?” he says, leaning over to
look at me through the window.
He walks
away toward the house. I hurry to get out and slam the door a little too hard
maybe, because he turns his head to me. I walk to my own car and haul out
enormous suitcase I brought.
“Wow, you
brought a suitcase? You must be serious on camping out here.”
“Oh, damn
you and your jokes,” I say, and he chuckles, amused at my troubles. Yeah, you
go ahead and laugh. After you’re done with my car, I’m out of here …
Walking
back to the house is difficult. The ground beneath me is soggy and my shoes
sink into the mud. I tiptoe to a spot where there are some tiles.
Gazing at
me, he laughs and shakes his head. “Afraid of a little dirt?”
“I’m a girl
and I’m from the city. What do you expect?” I say with my brows furrowed.
“Nothing,
actually.” Leaning against the open door of the house, he just stands there and
looks at me.
I gape at
him. Did he just actually say that. “Excuse me? Are you implying something?”
He smirks.
“Well you said it yourself, you’re a girl from the city. Not much to expect when
it comes to farm life.”
He’s just
provoking me! Well, I can take him. “Yeah, well I think I can handle a little
muck.” I snort.
I jump
across a pile of mud, but lose my balance on the slippery ground. My butt lands
exactly in the puddle.
Jack bursts
out into laughter and it makes me furious. My outfit is ruined and now my
hands, legs and butt are covered in wet sand and god knows what else is on this
ground. Jack strides toward me and holds out his hand. “Does your highness want
a hand?”
Squinting,
I’m pondering whether to jerk his legs so he drops, too, but I bet I’m not
strong enough to make it happen. Plus, it’s rather rude, since he wants to help
me. Sighing loudly, I take his hand and let him pull me up. My shoe is caught
in the mud, and I stumble forward, right into his chest.
His broad
arms are around me, keeping me from falling again. I look up to meet his
surprised eyes. My heart makes a jump, feeling his body so close to mine. Oh,
shit, this is so wrong.
I twist
away from his arms and lean backward to get on my feet again. Clearing my
throat, I try to make the burning feeling in my throat go away.
Jack purses
his lips and frowns, looking confused. For an instance it almost looks as if
he’s affected by our touch, too.
Then he
turns back into his playful self again. “Can’t even stand on your own two feet,
huh.”
He wipes
his muddy hands on his jeans, like it’s no big deal to make them dirty.
I roll my
eyes. “Give me a break. It’s dark outside, I can’t see a thing and the road
here is like a sinkhole.”
Jack laughs. “Can’t argue with you on that. Well, better get you cleaned up.” He grabs my suitcase, turns around and hauls it to the door, expecting me to follow him, I guess.
Jack laughs. “Can’t argue with you on that. Well, better get you cleaned up.” He grabs my suitcase, turns around and hauls it to the door, expecting me to follow him, I guess.
**End of excerpt of unedited Work In Progress**
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