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As I am a weekend-only writer of romance, Hale is still having trouble with Darrah.
This section continues on from last week. Hale has been observing Darrah since she pinned him to the ground to teach him a lesson - to prove she could fight him without causing herself harm. But once she had him pinned she kissed him. Darrah initiated skin contact? The experience has left Hale intoxicated and raw.
Her relief was obvious as she relaxed when she identified the man who stood behind her. Observing this, he experienced what felt like a skewer snake burrowing into his flesh, but was probably something more barbed instead. Envy? Need? Hunger?
Hale needed no breeze to carry the warm scent of her to him. After all this time, stranded on this world, allowing the chemicals that created the aroma of her aura to flood his open pores was intoxicating. She was woodland and ripe fruit and sweet, sweet sugar.
I love the way I can actually taste the words as I say them aloud. This is such poetic writing!ReplyDelete
That was the nicest comment ever *grins Thank you.
Great job! All of those are enticing odors.ReplyDelete
Thank you. I was aiming for musky, mellow and addictive :)
I love the way you describe is feelings and his obvious attraction. Great 8!ReplyDelete
Thank you. He is struggling. He probably wants to want to gain control again ;)
Very descriptive, brought the delicious smells right to me as I read. Terrific snippet!ReplyDelete
Thank you. You'll have sympathy for poor Hale as for him her scent is as much in his system as it is in the air. ;)
Really like the details here. It all fits pretty naturally. Curious now what he's going to do about those reactions :DReplyDelete
Thank you. It is all following on from the last few weeks. Learning to ignore them - suppressing them - might be a plan ;)
Fantastic appeal to the senses in this and to the sensuous. Nicely done and definitely makes one wish to read on.ReplyDelete
Thank you. Hale is wallowing at the moment - it's hardly his fault - he's used to people keeping their distance - now he is submerged he is fighting his base biology. ;)
I love the depiction employing the senses. And this was one of my favorite lines among all this week's snippets: "Hale needed no breeze to carry the warm scent of her to him." Nice!ReplyDelete
Hi J RoseDelete
That line links back to the previous scene - an essence of her is still coursing through his system.
Lovely descriptive writing!ReplyDelete
Thank you. :D
Lovely use of the senses. Visual, poetic and powerful. Great job.ReplyDelete
And Sarkisians have so many of them too. I'll have some fun with a few of them ;)
Wow :-) "She was woodland and ripe fruit and sweet, sweet sugar." Excellent! Good eight, Elaine!ReplyDelete
I was looking for the best translation of musky, mellow and addictive ;) They work for me.
Nice description, lovely and rich.ReplyDelete
Thank you :D
The contrast of the barb and all those delicious senses gives me a felling of masculinity. There is no resolution yet.ReplyDelete
I'm glad Hale is sounding masculine. Even if he ever comes down off his high, he'll bee too conflicted to think about resolutions ;)Delete
I love the details in this scene, particularly the ones about her scent.ReplyDelete
Thank you. Poor Hale, he's been perched on the rocks for some time ;)