Sweet yet Sexy?
I think by far I am not sexy. Yet, as a romance writer, I have to convey this in my work. So what makes sexy?
For me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, a lean and fit man, who carries the ability to conquer all in his 'tude and stance. But the twinkle in his eye…
So from my romantic comedy, "Store Wars," I give you 7 paragraphs with sexy hero, Fletcher:
"Sold." As I reached for his outstretched hand, my pant leg caught on something. I felt myself tumbling face-first to meet concrete.
Fletcher caught me before the grand finale. "Whoa, sweetheart. You okay?" Gently, he lifted me to my feet. We stood chest to chest; so close, I could smell lemon, see the golden ring pulsing around his irises. An exchange of synergy zigzagged between us.
As I stared into his eyes, my body barely swayed. All sense of time and place evaporated. My mouth parted. When my eyes closed, I perceived him shifting closer. His grip tightened on my upper arms. When he softly said, "Janie," his breath teased my ear, sending butterfly-like shivers over my body.
The urge to have him hold me, kiss me, love me seized. His mouth found mine. My nose grazed his cheek as I deepened the kiss. His lips dragged and took, sending me out of my mind. He tasted like the Hershey's chocolate kisses Betty from Bath Bubbly had passed around.
When a car honk reached my ear, my Texas sensibility returned. I stepped away, my finger lightly rubbing my lips. Ohmygolly, I just kissed Fletcher Babcock like tomorrow would never come.
His mouth quirked. The same quirk found his eyes. "Nice, sweetheart."
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