It’s Tuesday, Two Line Tuesday to be precise. Right now, I’m reading No Rest for the Wicked by Kresley Cole. Here’s a couple of lines:
“I’m weary of this. Of you.” He put his hand above her against the wall, leaning over her. “You’re right. About everything. There’s no reason for you to accept me. And you were right in saying that I’ve been compelled to want you simply because you’re my Bride. My desire for you has been forced on me. I’ve had no choice in the matter.”
Tension and drama. I have to say, I’m totally invested in their relationship at this point, and mad at both of them for being stupid and not just accepting it, but it would be a really short story if they did.
Here’s a few from what I’m working on right now. No title yet, and a twist that surprised me. Two of my characters have just retrieved a kidnapped boy, and one of the team was injured.
“Give me good news, Ian.”
"The boy is in our possession and headed back this way. Mace’s arm’s broken but he’ll recover. Don’t know yet whether the bastard hurt the kid. Report right now is that he looks healthy but doesn’t have much to say.”
“He may just be scared. How the hell did Mace’s arm get broken?” He rubbed his hand down his face. “Do I even want to know?”
Ian laughed, but it was more a sound of frustration. “He says he fell down some stairs. It’s bull, we both know that, but I’ll find out more in a couple of hours when they get here.”
Yep, that’s more than two lines, but it was fun for me. Check out the Women of Mystery for more great writers.
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