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We’re in Edge Grayson’s POV in this snippet from River’s Edge.

As Edge prepared for his visit with Miss Prescott, he experienced a momentary flush of embarrassment when he remembered stroking his shaft to stiffness.

Why had a grown woman been sitting in a willow tree drawing pictures?

And how long was she there? Maybe she didn’t see me do that.

Instead of cringing in shame, his cock stood proud, evidently remembering too.

“Dammit, behave,” he muttered.

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Gem

Hello again! It’s already the third week in January and time is moving at warp speed.  Today, I’m posting another snippet from my wip, River’s Edge.

Scene set up: Still in courtroom.

“Let me see what she’s got there,” the judge demanded, holding out his hand for the pictures.

A hint of pink tinged her cheeks as Edge met her gaze, discovering eyes as green as the willow branches she’d hidden behind.

Now that it looked like he could relax, he studied her.

She was a small, thin female past the first blush of womanhood.

Her molasses colored hair bundled into a severe bun at her nape, framed a thin face with a sharp little nose and a mouth forming a delicate bow with a surprisingly full lower lip.

Old maid, plain as a mud-fence, and peeping-tom or not, he liked everything about Miss Prescott when she stared down the hostile audience and declared him innocent.

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Have a great week!

Gem

Greetings, everyone. Hope the first week of 2012 was good for you.

Six more sentences  today from my wip, River’s Edge.

Edge heard the name of his savior for the first time when she was sworn in–River Prescott.

She proceeded to tell her tale and the old lawyer serving as the county’s attorney in the case interrupted her asking, ”River, are you certain you have the correct day?”

She opened her satchel pulling out a stack of paper Edge was just as interested  in seeing as the rest of the men in the courtroom.

“I’ve been sketching Mr. Grayson, using him as my model.” She handed the pictures to the attorney and said, “As you can see, each scene is dated.”

The judge couldn’t have been more sour if he’d been sucking on a persimmon and a shroud of disappointment hung over the the courtroom  as the audience realized they weren’t going to get to hang him today.

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Thanks for stopping by this week.

Gem