Welcome back to another installment of What I Wrote Wednesday. This will be the my final post for January. After this week, I'll be hosting other writers to showcase their work in progress. But never fear, I'll be back with my own work at least once a month.
Today, I'm going to continue with a unedited snippet from The Sweetest Thing, which may be destined for a boxed set with several of my writing colleagues. I'll keep you posted on that. But for now, enjoy this little peek, this time from Logan Hamilton's point of view. Logan owns a tourist shop called Words On A Shirt. The inspiration for the shop comes from a website called T-Shirt Hell. I've spent several hours chuckling through my research on that site.
Today, I'm going to continue with a unedited snippet from The Sweetest Thing, which may be destined for a boxed set with several of my writing colleagues. I'll keep you posted on that. But for now, enjoy this little peek, this time from Logan Hamilton's point of view. Logan owns a tourist shop called Words On A Shirt. The inspiration for the shop comes from a website called T-Shirt Hell. I've spent several hours chuckling through my research on that site.
Found at T-shirt.name website
Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so entertained, so turned on, in the presence of a woman. But Seraphina Taylor did it for him. Or maybe the sweet, rich smell in her store added to the magic. Christ, even her eyes were a warm chocolate brown.
He’d been the victim of a sweet tooth for as long as he could remember. Cover something in creamy candy, and he’d scarf it down. His sixth grade buddy, Ryan, had challenged him to eat a grasshopper. He’d grabbed a bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate, smothered the big green bug in syrup and chowed down. It hadn’t been horrible.
The aroma in Cocoa Sera had smacked him in the face the second he’d walked through the door to her shop. And she wasn’t open for business yet. Imagine how great it would be once she’d stocked the store. He knew where he’d be spending his coffee breaks in the future.
To be honest, hanging around the woman wouldn’t be a hardship. Her long, dark hair had been swept back from her face in a tight ponytail, accenting her cheekbones. Her lush lips held the same dusky rose color as the apples of her cheeks. And looked ripe for kissing. As soon as her blouse got damp it had turned transparent. He was pretty sure the color carried through to her nipples. He got hard just thinking about how he’d like to confirm his speculation.
He dashed into his store to get a clean, dry shirt for Sera to change into. Yelling at his business partner Ryan...yeah the same guy who’d persuaded him to eat a bug... that he’d return later, he grabbed a soft light blue shirt from a hanger. He jerked the price-tag from it as he crossed the street back to Cocoa Sera. A car horn blared at him and he waved to greet the driver.
The pleasant chocolate smell assailed him again as he walked into the commercial-sized kitchen and found Sera backing out of a closet in the corner. Her jeans had a large damp patch from where she’d fallen on the floor. It didn’t detract from the luscious curve of her backside. He scrunched the shirt tightly in his fist as hot, hot lust jolted through him. Swallowing hard, he attempted to get his libido under control.
“I have a dry shirt for you,” he croaked.
He’d been the victim of a sweet tooth for as long as he could remember. Cover something in creamy candy, and he’d scarf it down. His sixth grade buddy, Ryan, had challenged him to eat a grasshopper. He’d grabbed a bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate, smothered the big green bug in syrup and chowed down. It hadn’t been horrible.
The aroma in Cocoa Sera had smacked him in the face the second he’d walked through the door to her shop. And she wasn’t open for business yet. Imagine how great it would be once she’d stocked the store. He knew where he’d be spending his coffee breaks in the future.
To be honest, hanging around the woman wouldn’t be a hardship. Her long, dark hair had been swept back from her face in a tight ponytail, accenting her cheekbones. Her lush lips held the same dusky rose color as the apples of her cheeks. And looked ripe for kissing. As soon as her blouse got damp it had turned transparent. He was pretty sure the color carried through to her nipples. He got hard just thinking about how he’d like to confirm his speculation.
He dashed into his store to get a clean, dry shirt for Sera to change into. Yelling at his business partner Ryan...yeah the same guy who’d persuaded him to eat a bug... that he’d return later, he grabbed a soft light blue shirt from a hanger. He jerked the price-tag from it as he crossed the street back to Cocoa Sera. A car horn blared at him and he waved to greet the driver.
The pleasant chocolate smell assailed him again as he walked into the commercial-sized kitchen and found Sera backing out of a closet in the corner. Her jeans had a large damp patch from where she’d fallen on the floor. It didn’t detract from the luscious curve of her backside. He scrunched the shirt tightly in his fist as hot, hot lust jolted through him. Swallowing hard, he attempted to get his libido under control.
“I have a dry shirt for you,” he croaked.
So, that's it. Check back next week when my guest will be Kristina Knight. I can't wait to find out what she's writing now.
Be sure to leave a comment and let me know what you think will come next in The Sweetest Thing.
Be sure to leave a comment and let me know what you think will come next in The Sweetest Thing.
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