Brit woke slowly, luxuriating in silken sheets as she took a drowsy accounting of her circumstances: One, it was morning. Two, she was naked. And three, she was lying in a strange bed. Continue reading
Ryan felt a smile tugging at his lips. “Since you can’t sleep, perhaps it’s time for a little show-and-tell.” Continue reading
Conn Ap Llyr had not had sex with a mortal woman in three hundred years.
And the girl grubbing in the dirt, surrounded by pumpkins and broken stalks of corn, was hardly a reward for his years of discipline and sacrifice. Continue reading
A glimmer of silver reflected from his chest where he wore a brace of pistol daggers; the weapons were unique and of a French design, and he had used them before to great effect. A smile came to his lips as he considered the legend that had spread about him—a larger than life figure who successfully stole secrets from places believed safe from intrusion. They called him L’Engoulevent, the Nighthawk.
In her historical romances, Walker paints a powerful image of her hero and the past in which he is immersed. In this excerpt from the prologue, we’re introduced to a secret agent of HRH The Prince Regent. One can’t get any more Regency than that.
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The day began normally enough. Translation: I rolled out of bed thirty minutes late, rushed through a shower and hurriedly dressed in the standard black slacks and white button-up top every Utopia Cafe employee is required to wear. Unlike the other employees, I left the top three buttons of my shirt undone, revealing hints of the white lace (push-up) bra I wore underneath. Don’t judge. Some people are mammarily challenged and need a little boost. Anyway, if I showed a little cleavage my pervert boss wouldn’t care that I was late. Again.
Notice Showalter’s voice. She lets her character grab us with her opinionated humor. The strong main character has her own take on the world and amuses us throughout with her unique reactions to a series of events that befall her.
This technique of deep POV illustrates clearly how a POV character can intimately narrate their own story, thus tempting the reader into it.
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At last, the time had come. Soon the blood of evil would stain the earth. Soon the reign of darkness would fall. The end was near. Click the title to read more and post
He tore off his clothes, stashed them in the roots of an old tree, and entered the body of the cheetah. Bathed in fire, marrow and muscle melting, he molded into a shadow. Same heart, same mind. Hunter. Hunted. All around him, the scent of woman, clinging. Hot. Lush. Dangerous. Continue reading