Five Days. Three Goals.
- Finish the initial review of Picture of the Past (appr. 70 pages)
- Finish doing a deep dive breakdown of Drawn Into Love (appr. 275 pages)
- Get up to 60k words in my current WIP (10,778 words)
That’s what I’ve been working on this week. So far I have finished #1, and not started the other two, so with that in mind, I haven’t time to do an actual post for you today. So instead, here’s a sneak peak into my current WIP:
“Owww.” Andrea stopped to cradle her funny bone as someone hit it just right, even as she took a perverse delight in the ability to cry out as indignantly as she wished without her mother there to correct her.
Andrea forgot how much it hurt as her head jerked up, her eyebrows lifting. It was the first time all night someone had actually apologized. All thoughts of the throbbing faded as her eyes met the deep blue eyes towering over her, shimmering with light humor, even as they creased with concern for her. Her mouth opened a fraction as she stared.
“Are you all right?”
“Mmhmm,” Andrea sighed the words as his deep voice rolled over her. The concern in his eyes shifted to laughter.
“Are you sure? You look a little dizzy.”
“Oh. Oh!” Andrea shook her head, trying to clear it. One would think she had never interacted with a boy before, let alone with the most eligible bachelors in New York City. Color scorched her cheeks as she realized how stupid she probably both looked and sounded. So much for being a graceful socialite. She looked down at her other hand, still holding the funny bone and dropped it, rubbing it against her jeans. “Yes, thanks. I—I’m fine.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.” The boy turned and slipped through the crowd in front of her, the silver case that had bumped her disappearing with him.
Andrea stared after him, two spots of colors in her otherwise cold cheeks and gave an involuntary sigh. Then she shook her head. She couldn’t possibly be mooning over a boy she had literally exchanged one sentence with. She straightened her shoulders and continued her plodding pace toward the giant screen in Times Square.
Only Andrea’s well-trained instincts kept her from gasping out loud at the words spoken almost into her ear. She swiveled her head to look up, and couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks again as the blue eyes brimming with laughter once again looked down at her.
“H-hello.” Stop stammering, girl. Andrea could hear her mother’s snapping corrections in her head as clearly as if she were still next to her. She straightened her shoulders and forced her lips to turn upward. “You came back.” No stammering, but she might as well have for how inane the words sounded in her own ears. Evidentially they sounded just as inane in his, because he burst out laughing. Despite the fact that laugh was aimed at her, Andrea let a true smile curl her lips. Most people probably wouldn’t call such a barking laugh enchanting, but there was something very infectious about it.
“Well, you looked like the kind of girl who might be up for an adventure.” He winked at her.
Andrea’s smile stayed in place even as her eyebrows furrowed. “Pardon me?”
He nodded down to the silver case still in his hands. “I’m about to do something very illegal, but lots of fun. Want to come?”