Sunday, May 16, 2010

Flirt Fest Blogfest, I Had To!

The gals over at Critique This WIP are hosting a Flirt Fest Blogfest today. I had decided not to participate in another blogfest until I get this manuscript rolling forward again, but here I am, unable to resist. After all, it's a Flirt Fest!!!

Make sure and click over to Critique This and read all the other entries in the Flirt Fest, there are some truly amazing writers over there.

I'm posting another scene from my current WIP (work in progress for my non-writer readers). In this one our main character, Sammy, just stepped off a plane and is feeling particularly vulnerable.

Fighting the tears that threatened again, Sammy shook them off and threw a brilliant smile at the man who had just deplaned. Tall and lanky with broad shoulders, dark hair and flashing eyes, he was just what her bruised ego needed. He looked crisp and fresh in black-on-black Armani, in spite of the five-hour flight across the country.

“Cherie,” he grinned, “you here for long?”

“Don’t know,” she replied, tossing silken hair from a pixie face that held sad, green eyes.

Lanky waited a beat for Sammy to fall in beside him. She had a designer bag over one shoulder and towed a laptop and carry-on behind her.

“May I?” He asked, reaching for the carry-on.

“I’ve got it, thanks,” she flashed another of those almost-famous smiles. “You changing planes? Coming home?”

The report of her stiletto heels rang through the concourse, blending with the symphony of Hartsfield. One PA announced an arriving Delta flight, another, a last boarding call.

Lanky paced her, smitten. She knew that look.

“I’m just passing through. My next flight’s out of Concourse B. And you?” he asked.

“Oh, just visiting,” Sammy shrugged and stepped on to the escalator descending to the tram.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, close behind. “I have a couple of hours to kill before my next flight.”

Sammy hesitated. What was another hour or two? She could use the diversion. When she’d called Daddy after landing, he’d said Mama was sleeping.

“No, handsome, I’d better not,” she concluded. “I have to grab a rental car and head north. Don’t want to get in too late.”

“Mon Cherie, are you sure?” he implored. “It’s early. One hour. No more.”

Laughing, Sammy waggled her head and gave him a little pout. “No, Handsome. I’m sorry.”

The tram pulled up and after everyone had gotten off, Lanky extended his arm for her to board. Sammy stepped in, chose a center pole and wrapped her arms and leg around it. The dark man took another and watched her with jet-black eyes, a speculative smile on his lips.

He was certainly a sight to behold. Too bad she didn’t have time to play. But still, she was tempted.

The tram announcement interrupted her thoughts. "The next station is concourse B. The color-coded maps and signs in the vehicle match the station colors. Please move to the center of the vehicle and away from the doors. Please hold on. This vehicle is now leaving the station."

When Lanky edged over to share her pole, Sammy unwrapped enough to give him a handhold.

“One little kiss, Cherie?” he leaned in and whispered.

“Non,” Sammy giggled. Then sighed. Oh, it felt good to be pursued. Even if only for a while.

“The train is approaching Concourse B. Please hang on.”

“Just one?” his breath tickled her ear.

“Non, s'il vous plait, non. Stop teasing.”

“Ah, mademoiselle, my heart breaks.”

“We have now arrived at Concourse B. The doors are opening. Please exit the tram.”

“Your stop, handsome,” Sammy said. “Have a great flight. And thanks for the offer.”

Lanky chuckled, leaned closer and planted a warm kiss on her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. Then moving away, he stepped to the door and stood, watching her.

“Au revior, mon amour,” he laughed, stepping off the tram, and waved as he turned to go.

“Bye,” Sammy waved, green eyes sad again, watching him though the closing doors.

“Bye,” she whispered.
A big thanks to Merissa, Julie, Margaret and Courtney, the aspiring romance authors who fuel Critique This, for hosting this blogfest. Don't forget to click over to read the other entries to their Flirt Fest Blogfest.


Unknown said...

sweet stuff! nothing like a little flirt to make you feel better.

Christine Danek said...

Nice job! I enjoyed this. :)

Sharon Gerlach said...

Ah, those French men. LOL Very well done. I find flirting always makes me feel better.

Charity Bradford said...

Heh heh, nothing like being pursued to make you forget your worries for a while. I wonder how I would feel about a kiss from a French man I've never met before?


Raquel Byrnes said...

Unanticipated romance on the run...very fun to read. Great job. Oooh those French phrases...they get me going. ;)

Zoe C. Courtman said...

Oh, this was a deliciously "dialogue-y" one. Great job!

Anonymous said...

I liked this because of the layers bubble up -- one the top level, there's the obvious flirt and the recognition that it's just a diversion from sad reality.

And of course, what's tempting is to forget your troubles -- even for a little while.

But we don't. And so the sad eyes stick.

Beautifully done.

Amalia Dillin said...

he's pretty insistent! Interesting piece! I feel sad for her at the end-- I kind of wish she'd had the time for the drink. Seems like she could have used one.

Tahereh said...

aww that was pretty and bittersweet!

i loved the french touch!!

A.T. Post said...

Yes! What Tahereh says, the French really binds this scene into a cohesive whole and makes it extra flirty. I like it. I'm also sort of pleased it didn't go where you thought it would (a drink at the bar). Sort of a bittersweet touch. Nicely done!

Olivia J. Herrell, writing as O.J. Barré said...

Thank you to each and every one of you, your feedback is most helpful and welcomed. I'm so glad you liked the French touch, it just flowed out of nowhere and, since I've no French skills in my bag of tricks, it required a bit of research...which I love.

I'm happy it works for you! Much thanks!

If I haven't already come by to read your entry, though I think I got everyone, I'll be by over this next week, I've gotten myself in to a bit of a time crunch.

Au revior, Olivia

Rebecca T. said...

That was fun :) He's such a persistent man, now isn't he?

Only thing was I got a little confused at the beginning as to who was who - obviously in the whole work we'd already know Sammy, but here I was trying to figure out who was saying what (just at the beginning)

Tina Lynn said...

Mmmm...yummy. That was delish!

Olivia J. Herrell, writing as O.J. Barré said...

Rebecca, sorry for the confusion, thanks for stopping by!

Tina, yay! I'm so glad you liked it!

I'll be by both your houses later on this week...

~That Rebel, Olivia

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