We're all about love, here at WITS
And to prove it, we're giving our readers the opportunity to strut their stuff! WITS bloggers are going to share a bit of their writing, and we're giving you the opportunity to show off yours!
We want to get to know you through your writing! Simply paste your sample into the comments. RULES: one paragraph, no more than 5 lines.
And before we get carried away with that, I wanted to let you know - the winner of Laura's ARC is - - - Julie Glover! She'll contact you, Julie!
Please feel free to comment on others' stellar writing ~ Here's ours:
Laura Drake - from my debut novel, The Sweet Spot (May 2013 release.)
She wanted to slap the solicitous look off his face. She wanted to run.
Instead, she held ground, stabbing a finger at the trailer. “Those bulls have nothing on you in the balls department. You’ve got no talking room, Jimmy. Your old life fell apart, so you just threw it away and started a new one. Your medication just leans toward blonde and brainless.”
Sharla Rae - from her American historical, How to Fell a Timberman
“Freya’s tits! You’re Noelle Bridger?”
Noelle gasped in outrage but she refused to be bullied by this . . . tree trunk. “Yes, I’m Miss Bridger, and I’d like to know --”
“You are not what I expected.”
“This place isn’t what I expected,” she shot back. Her “new beginning” no longer looked so promising.
Orly Konig-Lopez - from her Women's Fiction novel, It's Not Me, It's You
"Am I setting myself up for another fall?” I said, the words echoing in the quiet of the gallery. I whipped my head around, suddenly feeling ridiculous. No doubt looking ridiculous. Okay, I was totally ridiculous. I was talking to a suit of armor.
Fae Rowen - from her Sci-Fi Romance, Keeping Athena
Athena squinted against the brightness and gasped the precious air into her lungs.
“Eve, dim the lights.” The deep, disembodied voice sounded annoyed.
Immediately the brightness faded, backlighting a figure towering over her. He was huge. His shoulders filled her entire field of vision.
So this is life after death. Is he a demon, an angel, or God himself?
Jenny Hansen - from her Women's Fiction novel, Healing the Talent
One of them, squeezed into a pink microdress, poked the other’s left breast. “You used Dr. Hernandez-Klein? I heard she’s crazy expensive.”
The other blonde reached back and deftly unhooked her halter top. Agatha sucked in a breath as the objects of attention bobbed in front of her. “Yes, but look at the nipples!”
How could you not look at the nipples?
Okay, it's your turn - strut your stuff! For Valentine's Day, we're inviting our readers to share five lines of their writing down in the comments. We can't wait to see what you're writing.
~ Fae, Jenny, Laura, Orly and Sharla
