I decided that since I was posting a teaser from my work in progress, a photo of the keyboard where a lot of my novel-writing happens would be appropriate. The teaser is from Loving Lily, a new erotic romance with a heroine who has lost everything and a hero who has hidden from everyone. Lily is a strong woman, and she’s working hard at creating a new life for herself, but sometimes things happen that she doesn’t expect. Matt is an ex-SEAL who has retreated into small-town life. He’s a bit of an introvert, but then Lily shows up, needing help. 🙂
Remember, this is a first draft. I will be revising out the typos and passive voice and dialogue tag errors eventually!
Loving Lily, opening scenes:
Horrified, Lily stared at the humongous cups of the bra the lingerie lady held out to her.
“Really, I don’t think my boobs are that big,” she said, trying to edge away from the woman’s hands.
“Honey, you really should just try it. You told me you couldn’t figure out why your bras were always uncomfortable. This is why.” She held up the lace and elastic as though it were a flag. “You’ve been wearing ones that are too small.” The silver haired woman smiled kindly. “Trust me. You’ll be a lot happier in this bra. It’s really pretty, too!”
Lily reluctantly took the purple satin from the woman. It was pretty, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to try it on. It looked like something made for a hippo. “I’m not making any promises,” she said, frowning down at the bra.
“Trust me. You’ll look good in it. You have a nice bosom, why not show it off?”
Lily tried not to shudder as she closed the fitting room door.
Five minutes later, she scowled at herself in the mirror. “Fuck,” she said, then clapped her hand over her mouth. She’d been trying to cut down on the cursing, but every time something bad happened, the f-word slipped out.
And this qualifies as a mini-disaster, she told herself. The bra fit. It looked fantastic, in fact. It was comfortable and her breasts were contained in a way that proved she actually did have a waist.
“Shit,” she muttered, turning to look at her back in the mirror. She held her wavy brown hair off her shoulders and glared at her reflection. Even that view was lovely: no bulging flesh, no side-boobs. She let her hair fall and sighed. She could never decide if she hated her body or loved it. She wasn’t skinny, oh no, but she wan’t obese, either. She had a small waist, but it was usually hidden because she had to buy clothes that fit her top and her bottom. And because her breasts were rather generous, the standard clothing sizes that fit them usually made her look like she had no shape. Unfortunately, her ass balanced the ridiculous size of her breasts rather well. She looked okay naked, but as soon as she put on a blouse or a sweater, all her confidence went out the window.
If I could live somewhere long enough to find a seamstress who could alter my clothes, I’d probably look great, she thought, not for the first time. She laughed at herself. She knew even if that were true, she wouldn’t bother. She just didn’t care enough. She hadn’t cared since her husband Russ died three years ago.
“For God’s sake Matt, you need to get out of that house sometimes and talk to people. You’re going to rot up on the mountain. We’ll find your body in your foyer someday, desiccated and pathetic.”
Matt sighed loudly. “Stephanie, I’m sitting in a park with you right now. We’re surrounded by people.”
His sister sniffed as she watched her five year old twin girls run up the steps so they could go down the slide again. “Because I dragged you out today. You’re a hermit. Admit it.”
“I have work to do. And I like being alone,” Mat said absently, smiling as Keri shrieked on her way down. Her sister, Annie, swooped down right after, landing on top of her sister. Keri pushed her off with a disgusted look, and then the two were off again. “They never seem to get tired of the slide.”
Stephanie leaned back against the bench, hands twirling the seeded dandelion her daughters had given her just a few minutes ago. “Oh, they will. And then we’ll be pushing them on the swings for about three hours.”
Matt grinned, glad he’d managed to deflect his sister’s nagging. He liked his house. He liked being alone. He liked writing the novels that paid his bills. “I don’t mind. They’re sweet.”
Stephanie gave him a look. “Sweet. Uh-huh.” She smiled grimly and turned to him. “I need a babysitter for Friday night.”
Matt backed away, almost falling off the bench. “Oh no. No way. The last time you roped me into babysitting alone I ended up at the ER with them.”
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “How can a Navy SEAL be such a wuss?”
“Ex-Navy SEAL. I haven’t been in the military in ten years,” Matt reminded her.
She mouthed whatever at him and waved her hands belligerently.
He crossed his arms mulishly. How his little sister managed to annoy him so much, he had no idea. She was thirty, thirteen years younger than him, and they hadn’t even really grown up together, but she still drove him mad. “And seriously. I needed stitches. They maimed me,” he continued.
His sister laughed. “You were the one who let them play outside with those sticks. I hope you learned your lesson.”