So glad its friday throw out!
Well I obviously dropped the ball yesterday. I was on the evening shift and super busy..completely spaced my throwout!! No excuse is valid, and I apologise.
I discovered something this week that made me smile. I was reading a new book and noticed that it was only 145 pages(kindle) and it was an excellent book!. I have been concerned that Muse (at 185 pages kindle) was too short, but this proved to me that a good book can be any length. I am still editing and I know i have to expand some areas, so it will end up being longer. However, I had planned on adding a few chapters from Jesson's POV, which I may now turn into a novella Muse 1.5. Jesson's story. (tentative)
That being said, I am going to give you a taste of what I have already penned for Jesson..hope you like it :)
Jesson's POV
Stella fell into my arms unconscious, obviously shaken by what she had seen beyond the rain covered windows. I gasped when her skin touched mine, once again flooding me with and inhuman need to touch her. I held her like a child in my arms, she small body fitting perfectly with mine. Her head rolled to my shoulder and her lips parted, covering my face with her sweet breath. I could not control my need to cover those lips with my own. Leaning in to claim them, my breath hitches, feeling the electric spark that was pulling me in to her.
Before my lips found their mark , a group of girls rounded the corner distracting me from her sweet face. They were trying not to glance at me, but their attempts were failing. When they got close enough, I faced them catching ones eye. She stopped and stared waiting for me to speak.
"Do you know Stella? I am trying to get her back to her room."
The girl eyed me warily, then approached. She inspected Stella's face and body, obviously looking for signs of abuse. Narrowing her eyes at me, before glancing at her friends, she spoke.
"What happened to her? I have never once seen her drunk, so I know she isn't intoxicated."
"She passed out earlier, low blood sugar, she just needs to eat." I answer matter-of- factly. She glances again at her friend who gives her a nod.
" She's in my dorm, fourth or fifth floor. but I don't know what room. Just up those elevators." She points down the hall toward the elevator bank and I thank her. Hopefully I will run into someone who knows what room she is in.
That is it for this week, Hope you enjoyed :)
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I discovered something this week that made me smile. I was reading a new book and noticed that it was only 145 pages(kindle) and it was an excellent book!. I have been concerned that Muse (at 185 pages kindle) was too short, but this proved to me that a good book can be any length. I am still editing and I know i have to expand some areas, so it will end up being longer. However, I had planned on adding a few chapters from Jesson's POV, which I may now turn into a novella Muse 1.5. Jesson's story. (tentative)
That being said, I am going to give you a taste of what I have already penned for Jesson..hope you like it :)
Jesson's POV
Stella fell into my arms unconscious, obviously shaken by what she had seen beyond the rain covered windows. I gasped when her skin touched mine, once again flooding me with and inhuman need to touch her. I held her like a child in my arms, she small body fitting perfectly with mine. Her head rolled to my shoulder and her lips parted, covering my face with her sweet breath. I could not control my need to cover those lips with my own. Leaning in to claim them, my breath hitches, feeling the electric spark that was pulling me in to her.
Before my lips found their mark , a group of girls rounded the corner distracting me from her sweet face. They were trying not to glance at me, but their attempts were failing. When they got close enough, I faced them catching ones eye. She stopped and stared waiting for me to speak.
"Do you know Stella? I am trying to get her back to her room."
The girl eyed me warily, then approached. She inspected Stella's face and body, obviously looking for signs of abuse. Narrowing her eyes at me, before glancing at her friends, she spoke.
"What happened to her? I have never once seen her drunk, so I know she isn't intoxicated."
"She passed out earlier, low blood sugar, she just needs to eat." I answer matter-of- factly. She glances again at her friend who gives her a nod.
" She's in my dorm, fourth or fifth floor. but I don't know what room. Just up those elevators." She points down the hall toward the elevator bank and I thank her. Hopefully I will run into someone who knows what room she is in.
That is it for this week, Hope you enjoyed :)
Remember to like and share on facebook
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