Lucky 7…

Here are the rules:

1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms

2. Go to line 7

3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.

4. Tag 7 other authors. No cheating.

 I had to use page 7 and chose 7 paragraphs

Tris shrugged and followed Aiden into the bustling restaurant. He probably imagined the instance of silence when they walked through the door, but then again, everyone had known his parents and three months were a blink of an eye in the small town.

He lifted his chin a trifle as they crossed the crowded room and he tried not to notice the whispers behind him. Conversation resumed as they sat at the counter. Aiden seemed not to notice anything amiss and Tris picked up the paper menu, acknowledging he was being overly sensitive. The waitress smiled as she brought coffee and took their orders, and Tris relaxed enough to enjoy the precious minutes with his estranged darling.

“What class do you have this morning?” he asked and took a sip from the steaming mug. If nothing else, Murphey’s always had good coffee. Aiden shifted on his stool to face him and Tris thrilled when their knees touched and Aiden made no effort to move away.

“I’ve a lab in chemistry or I’d ditch out for the day.”

Tris’ lips quirked. “That never stopped you before,” he pointed out with a laugh in his voice.

“That’s only because you were a bad influence.”

Tris chortled into his mug of coffee even as a flush heated his face. It had never taken long to persuade Aiden to stay with him. A soft kiss on the sensitive skin behind his ears. A nip on the neck. Gentle sucks on Aiden’s full bottom lip, the snug silver hoop driving Tris crazy with want. He heard Aiden’s quickly drawn breath and all the blood rushed to his groin. Damn. His dick was going to need some serious attention once he got home.


About diannehartsock

Author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy/adventure, m/m romance and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer.
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7 Responses to Lucky 7…

  1. Havan says:

    Okay…I need to know when this comes out…freaking love piercings! 🙂

  2. Page 77, Lines 7-13

    “It’s easy. We can travel only in daylight. See the surface, how it’s black?” Kiltarin knelt beside the crumpled flat tarp and ran his fingers along its smooth texture. “Sunlight heats up the surface, thus heating the air inside. This air is trapped, and as it gets hotter, it rises, taking the balloon with it. We ride it along.”

    “You can fly.” Riane’s black eyes held nothing but admiration for her husband.

    “After a fashion. We cannot move like birds and are at the mercy of the winds, but we do have some control.”

  3. Thanks, Dianne! This is out current WIP, working title “Blood Tells”, the fourth in our fantasy world series. Hope to be done with the first draft in a couple more weeks…

  4. Elin Gregory says:

    You’ve packed a lot in here 🙂 tension, a teasing bit of backstory and oodles of sexual tension. Just lovely.

    • *waves* Morning, Elin! Thanks for coming by. I just started this MS the other day, but I’m really starting to like it. (I borrowed Tristram La Roche’s name for my MC!)

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