Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts

Monday, October 8, 2012

You've got the "Look" challenge



Here’s the challenge: search the word LOOK in your current WIP (work in progress), pick your favorite, and post three paragraphs around the word.
From my time travel romance novel, "Anna in the Portrait"



Nate held the drawings to his chest and closed his eyes. A feeling of intense joy ran through his body, causing his heart to expand in his chest and beat wildly. In his mind a vision appeared of the Sunken Garden as it looked in the early 1900’s. Climbing Rose bushes on arbors, iris in tall clumps thriving in the background, dahlias with their blooms of different colors and shapes, and pastel colored tulips standing tall at the front of each section. Between bushes of lavender, peonies grew with their full pink blossoms. He could smell the fragrance of the flowers and feel the warm breeze of the early afternoon.
         In his vision, a girl with long dark hair walked up the stone steps from the garden. She held a  bouquet of freshly cut flowers and turned to talk with the man coming up behind her. The expression on her face was of pure elation, echoing the feeling he just experienced when he held the drawings  close to his heart.
When he saw the face of the man he sucked in a huge breath. The man looked just like him. Nate knew immediately it was his great-granddad Nathaniel. Nathaniel's gaze locked on Nate standing in the dormer window and at that instant Nate sensed their souls connect. He felt what Nathaniel felt, the wild tumble of his heart for the girl.

 


Saturday, October 9, 2010

Nate and Anna

Something drew him back to stand in front of the portrait tonight. His mind had wandered all day thinking about her. She was just a girl in a picture. But he swore he heard her in his mind. No, he was sure of it. What was she trying to tell him?

Her skin looked so soft. He reached out to touch the portrait. For just an instant he could feel the velvety softness of her cheek, and the wetness of her tears. Soft lilac breath blew across his face.

“What the..?” He jerked his hand back and stared at her face. This was madness.

She had felt his touch as his hand caressed her cheek. It was heaven, even if it was for only a moment. She had to find a way to convince him they were soul mates, lovers through out time, meant to be together.

“I’ll come to you in your dreams tonight,” she said in a whisper. “Then you will know I must be yours.”