Teaser TuesdayFiled under: Uncategorized
I had wanted to get something up much earlier today, but my day job kept me away from the blogs and twitter. Don’t they realize I have more important priorities? I’m tired now, so I picked something really quick from my super secret WIP, which still doesn’t have a proper title. As always, this is an early draft and what I post here may end up on the cutting room floor or get a line editing makeover. All my critique partners really liked the love interest’s dialogue in this scene, which is why I chose it.
Set up: my characters just got caught in a down pour at a haunted hayride. The rain hasn’t exactly subsided completely, but they’re not going to let that stop them. This scene also contains a big clue to a secret the love interest, Chess, is harboring. It would be fun to take guesses, but I doubt you can figure it out without the context of the rest of the novel. Feel free to try if you want!
|I took a step and tripped from the slippery mud. My arms flew out to balance, and I caught myself before I crashed to the ground.
“You need help?” Chess asked.
I didn’t need help, but I wanted his hand so I nodded and held out mine. He squeezed my hand tightly and used his other palm to guide me back toward the wagon. His skin was rough and callused, the kind of hand you expected a construction worker to have. He steadied me up the stairs until I made it onto the cart. The haystacks made a noise like a crunching Triscuit when we sat on them. My teeth clattered, and I rubbed my arms to keep warm.
“Do you play guitar?” I asked, thinking of the callused hands some of the guys had when I’d helped set-up their equipment last year for a student council sponsored Battle of the Bands event.
Chess rubbed his hands. “No. Why?”
“You need some lotion,” I said with a smile. “Or maybe a manicure.”
“Pretty sure I don’t.” He smiled back, wider and more sparkly than mine. “Or maybe I do, but it’s just not going to happen.”