Chapter 7 It was a light knock at the door that drew her from sleep the next morning. Gazelle almost didn’t acknowledge it, her mind too determined to hang on to the last threads of her dream. A sleepy smile spread across her face as she languished in it. When the knock grew more persistent, …
Chapter 4 “Decide.” Hunter stepped back, leaving her feeling bereft. She knew why he did it, but missed his warmth even as the distance cleared her head. She followed him with her eyes, as he turned away and paced down the hall. She hated both choices because either way she went left her open to …
I ended the last part at a weird part in the chapter so this section is short. Sorry? It needs a bit more tweaking, but here it is as it is. He closed the distance between them with a few quick steps, caging her between his body and the wall before she drew another breath. …
Chapter 3 Their eyes locked, and for the briefest moment everything fell away; the noise of the crowd, the lights, and the past all melted until it was just them. That lust that ran hot between them flared to life. The thud of her heart in her chest made her feel jittery. Her breath rasped …
He closed the door behind them and pressed Meg into it. Her fingers tangled up in his hair, yanking to keep his lips on hers. The need to feel her skin had him slipping his hands beneath her shirt, pushing her bra up her chest so her could fill his palms with her heavy breasts. …
I’ve been anxious about my writing, or rather my lack of writing, so I’m challenging myself to write something everyday this week. It’s not block so much as a combo of laziness and disinterest. That’s a scary couple right there. I’ve decided to try adding to this poor tale that’s been plagued by the diabolical …
Back in the game this week. I’m out of town for the week so don’t have too much fun without me. “What shall I do with you?” Anything you want. He kept his thought to himself, kneeling and waiting for her to direct him. He was eager, his cock swelling as she circled him slowly. …
Old short. — Irritation surged when boots nudged her feet apart, baring her backside to the men standing behind her. The bit cut into the corners of her mouth, a bitter reminder of her lot in life. No better than an animal, life had twisted and brought her to this place of shame. An …
“Dinner is served.” The clink of silverware against porcelain should have grated her nerves. A porcine man to her left chewed with a vigor that rivaled that of the animal he resembled; nauseating in its sound and visual component. The woman directly across from her continued to drone on about her latest shopping venture in …
It’s a bit long, but I’m looking for help. Here are two unedited versions of beginnings for Hunter’s Gazelle. I’m asking for your opinion on each. Comments are closed so I’ll put a contact form for you to privately send your opinion. I’d appreciate the constructive critique. – 1) Sweat trickled down her face as …