Time for the Sunday Fiction Post-up! Come share your current work-in-progress here. Here I go again, something new, but I’m determined to push through this because I’m writing it as a novella and I’m on a strict writing schedule. Something from the first draft of my clean romance. Be prepared to swoon, “meet-cute.”
I invite you to post your title, genre/sub-genre and since I’m feeling adventurous, let’s go with a paragraph or two of your favorite scene. No need for critique, just a little writer love.
“Hard day?” the bartender asked, leaning forward so he didn’t have to raise his voice.
Autumn swallowed hard and mustered a nod. “More like a long day.” She watched him turn his back to her and reach for the Maker’s Mark on the top shelf above the register. Sitting at the bar left her with an eye level glimpse of his jeans stretched across his backside—not that she was complaining about the view. Heat crept into her cheeks and she pulled her gaze away to see if Val had arrived. Where the hell was she?
“A double on me,” the bartender said, pulling Autumn’s attention away from her search and need-to-be-rescued. “You look like you need it.”
“Oh, it’s not necessary. But…” her words trailed off when she turned around. With his elbows on the bar, he was close. Close enough she could smell his rich, spicy cologne mingled in the bar’s smoke and sweat. Close enough she could see the dark stubble on his skin. “…thank you.”
Have a great Sunday! And Write on!