Welcome again to my weekly snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors (www.wewriwa.com) where writers share 8 – 10 lines of their work, for others to see and comment. Please follow and comment about others on the list.
My next book, The Artist,which is due out on August 8, is an historical erotic romance, based in England in the 1850s. Theodore (Theo for short) is the son of a Viscount, but has rejected the life of an aristocrat to live as a rather Bohemian artist. He has an eye for pretty girls, whom he likes to paint in the nude. Lizzie is a poor village girl who made a disastrous marriage, from which she has fled, and is destitute. When Theo asks her to be his artist’s model, she swallows her natural modesty and accepts. She also accepts his invitation to come and live at the house as his housekeeper. Theo is trying to resist seducing Lizzie until he has finished the painting, but he is finding it very difficult to restrain himself. This snippet continues from where we finished last week. The last sentence last week was: He knelt down by the side of the couch before reaching out and slowly and gently running the palm of his paint-spattered hand along the outside of her thigh, and Lizzie could not stop her loud intake of breath as he did so.
Theo looked up at her face.
“You feel it, too, I know you do.”
Her reply, when it came, was a whispered, “Yes.” She could say no more. It was as though her mind and body were paralysed and she was simply an onlooker, rather than a participant in the scene.
Theo’s hand moved around her thigh and slowly, agonisingly slowly, it crept up the inside of her leg and towards the source of her discomfort. She held her breath as he reached the point where her leg joined her body, and didn’t release it until his fingers came to the soft brown curls between her legs. He looked up and stared intensely into her eyes.
“Seeing your beautiful body each day, and not being able to touch it, is driving me insane, Lizzie. I am beginning to lose control and I need to know whether you are having the same feelings as me.”
I know that some of you are going to shout “For goodness sake, say yes, Lizzie” for you might be going insane with impatience for them to do the deed. Remember, all good things come to those who wait, and in 1850 the word ‘quickie’ probably hadn’t been invented.
I now have the cover for the book from Blushing Books Art Department. I hope you like it.
Not quite as handsome as the two Poldark actors of earlier pictures, but we all have to compromise in life!