Sunday, June 9, 2013

Sneak Peek Sunday

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Sneak Peek Sunday is where authors get together to post 6 paragraphs only of either a book they've published, or a work in progress. Below is 6 paragraphs to Yield to Me, my latest romance with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.

As it began to dawn on Sophie that she was being abducted, she strained against Brent’s hold in earnest, dragging her feet in an effort to stall for time. Maybe with a little luck someone had heard the commotion and phoned security. However, she soon realized he was much stronger. Without half-trying, he curled his hand around her upper arm like a steel shackle, forcing her to walk ahead of him. As they moved closer to the door, she realized she had to do some-thing. She couldn’t just go with them without a fight.

As they reached the threshold, desperation forced her into letting her body go limp. Maybe pretending to faint would work to her advantage, but unfortunately her plan was short-lived. She heard Brent release a tisk of annoyance before scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of unwanted potatoes. At least he hadn’t let her hit the floor, but his undignified solution to the problem was no less welcome.

The gag only muffled her groan of protest over the unlady-like position. Frustrated her fainting spell hadn’t worked she began to squirm vigorously, gaining nothing but a grunt of irritation and a hard slap that wounded her pride more than her posterior. She had no idea where they were going. From her vantage point, all she could see was the back of his neatly pressed slacks and the royal blue carpet embellished with little gold crowns.

They hadn’t gone very far when they paused before a door, long enough for Brent’s partner in crime to unlock and open it for them to pass through. The short distance told Sophie they’d entered the vacant apartment next to hers, making her recognize they were the new tenants. They’d obviously thought of everything. The tenants who lived in the building were extremely wealthy, valuing their privacy. Unless they had a good reason, security would think twice before knocking on a tenant’s door to question them.

“Something tells me we aren’t going to get lucky where security is concerned, which means they could show up here any minute. Keep your eye on the peephole. You know what to do if they come knocking.” She heard Brent say over his shoulder as he continued through the room in hurried strides.

“Don’t screw this up, Tom.” He strode into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and dumping Sophie unceremoniously on the bed.


nora snowdon said...

hmm, interesting. love all the little details and i'm curious as to how this will pan out.

Constance Phillips said...

Oh! I love the intrigue. You've definitely got me interested to know what happens next.

Tory Richards said...

Thanks Nora! I try to create a visual when I'm writing so that the reader feels they are almost there:)

Thank you Constance! There is definitely a lot of that through-out the story:)