As the month of December encourages the festive cheer within my giving soul, I find the muse for this weeks blog post. Perhaps against my better judgement, I cannot help but feel the need to unveil a little more from my upcoming novel Nature’s Destiny, which will be released in 2014.
This snippet is from the second chapter, and as usual I welcome all thoughts and comments. I hope you enjoy!
I was busy clearing up my table when the door opened. The air crept in and the most delightful scent cradled my senses as a mixture of aftershave and the woods enveloped me. I looked up to see who it was and froze.
It was him.
My breath caught in my lungs as I realised the man that I’d been dreaming about stood across from me. He turned and looked directly at me, and the same emerald eyes that I’d memorised shone with intensity.
My heart raced as I watched him walk towards the bar. His body moved with an elegant grace, and confidence exuded from him. He was tall, really tall, and the navy t-shirt he wore clung to his big biceps.
I didn’t know what to do. Half of me thought about turning around and walking away, feigning ignorance of his presence, but the other, more curious half wanted to know more about him. Against my better judgment I went to the bar with my empty drinks tray, where he stood waiting to be served.
My skin tingled the closer I got to him, and without realising it I quickened my pace to reach him. I was drawn to him like a magnet, like some unforeseeable force was pulling me towards him. I opened the half-door to the bar and stepped in. My foot caught the step and I tripped over the only stair there was, and landed ungracefully on my face.
I stood up as quick as I could, dusted off my apron and smoothed out my hair, and pretended the pulsating throb across my nose wasn’t there. It wasn’t easy, especially when tears began to form. I gathered the nerve to look at him, and I stood with my mouth open appalled.
He was laughing at me!
His shoulders bunched up and down as he continued to laugh, and my skin reddened with embarrassment. I knew I was clumsy, but for once I really wished I wasn’t. I felt like a fool.
I cleared my throat and attempted to act cool. “Can I get you something?”
justinewinter 
“He was tall, really tall, and the navy t-shirt he wore clung to his big biceps.”
Big biceps. Tasty.
So they’re bonded in some way. Maybe he sired her, but I’m only guessing. Actually, I’m hoping lol. I can’t help enjoying the more romantic relationships that form between those who have that Maker/progeny bond between them.
You do a good job of capturing the protagonist’s voice. I can sense her excitement, feel her embarrassment. Poor face! Can’t really gauge the guy too much, yet. That he laughed at her means he may be an asshole. Yet we all know how much we enjoy those types. 😉
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I know, I’m fascinated with describing the muscular stature of my protagonist’s desire. There is plenty more of that to come! I’d love to spill the beans and tell you if you’re right or wrong, but for now I will sit here, and smile wickedly because I know what happens 😉
Oh I’m so glad you can, it’s something I’m always questioning when writing. I often wonder if my characters are complex and deep enough – though that may be over-analyzing as we said earlier! I adored writing that little scene, I had to have her falling because I could just imagine it happening especially the embarrassment that goes with it!
I love that you think that, and it’s true, we do!
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