WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS - 8 SENTENCES ON SUNDAY

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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.

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS - 8 SENTENCES ON SUNDAY

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As I am a weekend-only writer of romance, Darrah is still having trouble ignoring Hale.

Magpie’s treasure! The Sarkisian reflected every facet of a male she had ever been interested in, instead of the freak he really was.

She needed to bathe. An ice cold waterfall might do it. Head low enough to rest on the buckle that held her cloak in place, Darrah gripped her bow and breathed deeply to gentle the tremors that still shook her, running through the Articles of War and the Creeds of Peace she traced the grooves in the bark of the tree.

“Komantak of The Suoliak should not be guilty of unclean or scandalous actions for in this should they incur punishment such that the nature and degree of their offence shall deserve,” she recited. “Accepting the touch of the Sarkisian would stack as both unclean and scandalous,” she added aloud.

When the touch came, hot on the heel of her thought, Darrah turned. Bow high and steady, arrow straight and sharp, she held her breath before she collected her thoughts.

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS - 8 SENTENCES ON SUNDAY

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As I am a weekend-only writer of romance, Darrah is still having trouble ignoring Hale.

She leaned against a tree, halfway back to the camp. Before she faced her men, she needed to give herself a few well-worded orders. The man’s ability to reflect and intensify emotions was a biological low-blow. But, the Sarkisian’s range of subtle, hormone-enhanced scents were no more than perfume on a courtesan. The healthy glow of his skin was the bait. The shifting silk of his hair begging to be stroked was the distraction. And the warmth that surrounded him in his aura? That was the trap.