Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat reaches 20,000 Words

Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat reached 20,000 words before I went on hiatus, but in line with my new tradition I’ve put an excerpt for you below:

In the last excerpt, Kitty Cordello followed Sera through an archway in time and needed his rescue. In this excerpt, she gets to know him a little better:

Despite the sense of unreality that seemed to cloak her, Kitty knew what she liked, and Sera seemed to embody most of what appealed to her most.

She let her gaze drift down from his well-defined cheek bones, along the line of his jaw and then stopped when she got to his chest. Even in the pre-dawn light, she could see that his pectorals were well-defined, and enjoy the play of sunlight across the ridges and valleys of muscle. A small contented sigh escaped her as she soaked in the view of him.

The cold touch of the early morning breeze did much to dispel the strange sense that she might be dreaming, and she shivered, drawing the sheet around her as she watched him.

“Aren’t you cold?”

He glanced back at her, and this time the expression on his face held a definite sense of play.

“Why? Are you offering to warm me up?”

The next excerpt will be to celebrate 35,000 words. Don’t hold your breath; I’ve now got two stories running neck and neck.

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The Candy Cane Dancer reaches 20,000 words

I know, a month and a half later than planned, but finally done. Now I just have to get the rest of it written. In the last excerpt you met Mayani, another of the Candy Cane’s dancers. In this one, Selene takes a good long look at one of the werewolves visiting the club:

The sight of him, made Selene’s body respond. This was one creature who could fuck her senseless and she wouldn’t care if he couldn’t dance a step. She was already imagining those big hands gliding over body, covering her breasts and squeezing as he breathed kisses on the back of her neck. She stifled a sigh and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Her mind rebelled and suggested what she might do if she had something else in her hand. That was one man she ached to lap dance for, the intensity of her body’s response catching her by surprise. After all, it wasn’t as if she was still in her first century. She was too old for the casual flings of old. No, this time if she gave herself to anyone, she wanted it to be more than just her body. This time she wanted to be able to give her heart, perhaps even a small part of her soul.

Next excerpt will be posted at 30,000 words, In the meantime, I’ll post an excerpt from Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat to celebrate when that tale reached the 20,000 word mark.

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Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat at 10,000 Words/The Candy Cane Dancer Update

Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat reached 10,000 words before I went on hiatus, but in line with my new tradition I’ve put an excerpt for you below:

In the last excerpt, Kitty pondered her ex-boyfriend, Charles. In this one, she has followed Egyptian detective, Sera, through an archway into time and almost lost herself in the mists that cover the realm beyond. Sera has come to her rescue… if only he can make her be quiet.

Sera’s hand covered her mouth, muffling her squawk of protest. The arm encircling her, tightened, and his voice boomed out in the mist.

Try as she might, Kitty didn’t understand a word. The language might, she decided, be Egyptian. But it felt older and she could taste the magic rising around them. Color flared, and Sera roared in answer. Kitty glimpsed flower-scattered fields beneath an expanse of cerulean sky, not a single one a rose. She closed her eyes, burying her face in Sera’s broad chest, letting the spicy scent of his skin comfort her as the world exploded into chaos around them.

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The next excerpt will be to celebrate 20,000 words. Look for it around the end of the month.

Progress Report on The Candy Cane Dancer: The Candy Cane Dancer currently stands at 18,000 words; I didn’t quite make the 20,000 word mark last month. I’m working on it, but I’ve hit a sticky patch. Give me a fortnight to convince the story it wants to play.

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Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat at 5,000 Words

Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat reached 5,000 words over two years ago. Here’s an excerpt to celebrate that time:

In the last excerpt, one of the novel’s heroes was in a bad place. In this excerpt, the heroine is thinking about the ex- she works with.

The last time she’d worn stockings, a garter belt and heels this high, had been on her first and only date with Charlie. Just the thought of him made her sigh.

One of the few men taller than she was, and not at all intimidated by her height, Charlie had a body she’d wanted to explore from the moment she’d set eyes on it. His beautiful blue-black skin had covered a physique that was sleek and graceful, but carrying enough muscle to avoid looking weedy, and his eyes… ebony pools that shifted from the darkest of chocolates to almost perfect gleams of oil with just a hint of amber or green sliding through. She could drown in eyes like that—and almost had. He was the most perfect man she’d ever met. Chris still scolded her for breaking things off with him.

The next excerpt will be to celebrate the time Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat reached 10,000 words. Look for it around the end of the month.

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The Candy Cane Dancer and Pussy Cat Pussy Cat

Good news! The new writing routine seems to be working for me. I have reached 16,000 words on The Candy Cane Dancer. It’s not an excerpt stage, I know so I thought I’d give you a short excerpt from Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat to celebrate the time it reached 1,000 words. Back then I wasn’t in the habit of sharing overly much so now it’s time to do a little catching up. Here is our first glimpse of the novel’s hero, Sera. He starts the story in a very dark place.

EXCERPT

Outside, the desert wind howled like some long-forgotten ghost. Inside, he listened to the sand hiss against the walls, scouring them clean, and imprisoning him with the dead.

Sera! It was like the elements called the short form of his name even while he sheltered from them. Sera! It was like they were tugging on his soul. Seranefret wanted to weep because he’d failed. The Magician had escaped and Pharaoh was imperiled.

Outside, the wind rose in another shriek. Frustration or rage, Sera didn’t know. Perhaps it was despair. If it weren’t for the oath he’d sworn to the high priests of Ma’at and Isis, he’d have stepped through the door and taken his punishment for failing his duty to Ra’s reincarnation. The lash of the sands would have scoured his bones clean and erased him from the world for good.

END EXCERPT

The next excerpt will be to celebrate 5,000 words. Look for it with the next update for The Candy Cane Dancer.

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