Snippet #1: Octagon Girl

Dear Reader,

More exciting news coming in October, in celebration of the Violet Femmes 1st Anniversary!  Did someone say contest?  With a great giveaway? And a fabulous blog make over? And how our unofficial Femme has joined us, rounding us into a quintet of writers just in time for our second year?  Keep checking back for additional information.

This month, as the Violet Femmes  prepare for the New Jersey Romance Writers conference, we thought readers might enjoy snippets from our current works in progress. Remember, you’ll have five short scenes by each Femme  for your reading pleasure.

Enjoy!

Michele

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Snippet #1:  OCTAGON GIRL by Michele Mannon

In this mixed-martial arts romance, notorious ex-ballerina Logan Rettino finds that hanging up her ballet slippers for a ring card takes some getting used to—especially with six feet two of ripped, brooding, oh-so-tempting welterweight standing between her and her plans.

The mass of bodies on the ramp parted.

Logan fell silent at the sight of the fighter. Shirtless and sweaty, the planes of his abdomen flexed as he moved. A sculpted mass of chest, sprinkled with dampened hair, rose and fell with each rapid breath.

His biceps tightened, drawing her attention, as he wiped a grey towel through short, cropped hair. An errant bead of sweat escaped and journeyed across a sharp cheekbone to pool onto lush lips.  With the back of his hand, he wiped it away.

Logan froze as awareness of his imminent proximity made her pulse race. Too late, she realized her mistake. She was standing smack in the middle of the ramp. And the fighter stalking toward her seemed preoccupied with drying himself off.

Suddenly, she felt so small. Fragile, even. Though not small enough to get out of the way of the raging bull bearing down on her.

She blinked as he abruptly halted in front of her.

He looked up through long, wet lashes and narrowed crystal blue eyes at her. With a final swipe of the towel to his head, the fighter bunched it up in his fist.

The grey ball was sent hurling in the air, spiraled once, and hit her boss square in the face.

Jerry sputtered, and swatted away the offensive material.

How could she forget her boss, rooted in place next to her in the aisle? Yet it was the indignant expression on his face that was a keeper.

Perhaps it was the long build up of tension from this problematic year, or perhaps it was the nervous flutter in her chest at her undeniable attraction to the fighter, whatever it was, Logan did the unthinkable—she laughed.

Jerry sputtered some more, this time turning a bright shade of red. Raging red. Blood hungry red.

She took a step away from him, inadvertently closer to the fighter. An uncomfortable moment lingered where she fell under the scrutiny of both men. One furious, and the other full of . . . intent. Watchful. Unreadable.

The welterweight’s gaze felt like a caress as it lowered to her chest, then downward to her exposed stomach, pink short-shorts, long expanse of leg, and hesitated on her pink Nikes. Until it shifted to her forearm, and he scowled.

She jumped as two fingers lightly caressed her arm, running across the reddened fingerprint marks Jerry had made. For a split second, something flickered across his pale blue eyes before they narrowed on her boss.

“That’s it. I’m done. My final fight. Meet me in the locker room in twenty—you owe me some money.”  The fighter’s voice was low and husky, and deadly serious.

The touch of his hands at her waist sent a jolt of excitement through her. Easily, with no effort at all, he lifted her and moved her around. Gently, he set her on her feet, off to the side and out of his way.

“What do you mean, you’re done?” Jerry squeaked, finding his voice as the fighter brushed past him. “You can’t just come in here, win one lousy fight, and disappear.”

The fighter grunted and stalked off up the ramp.

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OCTAGON GIRL is a finalist in the New Jersey Romance Writers Put Your Heart in a Book contest, as well as the Sheila and the Catherine.

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14 Comments

  1. jennablueblogs

     /  September 30, 2012

    Michele,
    What teasers you started out with! It’s going to be such a great month! And I am really excited about the year ahead! ; )
    And an Octagon Girl snippet! I LOVE this book. Really, truly something special. If only all you readers could already grab Logan & her fighter off the store shelf!
    One of these days, soon, I feel it!
    Jenna Blue

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  2. Hi Jenna, I’m thinking I’ll put my name tag around your neck at the NJRW conference and let you pitch OG! Thanks for all of your wonderful, insightful, helpful critiques. You are the BEST.

    And right back at you — love the Runaway and your current WIP.
    This is going to be another amazing year. Cheers, Michele

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  3. hieubietusa

     /  October 1, 2012

    “He looked up through long wet lashes, and narrowed crystal blue eyes…”
    Is this line copywrited? Wow! Talk about painting a picture…
    Good Luck in the Contest…
    Joe

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  4. R.A. DeFranco

     /  October 1, 2012

    Beautiful, descriptive writing, Michele! Makes me want to read more. Such great energy around this project. So excited for you!

    RoseAnn

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    • Thanks R.A. I had so much fun writing my hero Keane. He doesn’t have a hell of a lot to say so writing his mannerisms (and her perception of them) was a blast. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers, Michele

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  5. I love this story, and I’m rooting for you in the contests! Keane… sigh. Good work, MM!

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    • Well, thank YOU for making him even better (and not too “wordy”). Don’t you just love the Alpha males! And, rooting for you too. Michele

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  6. Wow! I want that welterweight fighter for my own. He’s hot stuff! Fabulous description and amazing sexual tension! Panting here.

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    • Hi Nancy, I am so glad you enjoyed Keane. So much fun writing an Alpha male, who doesn’t have much to say but his actions speak volumes (I hope). Cheers, Michele

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  7. Hot excerpt, Michele (as I fan myself). Best of luck in the contests!

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  8. Hi Maria. See what I mean when I say “not so sweet”? Glad you enjoyed him. Michele

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  9. Michele, I can’t wait to read more about “tall, dark and brooding”! Great scene! You make me want to reach out and touch those biceps (I always was a sucker for nice, muscular arms)!

    🙂
    Jaye

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    • Hi Jaye, I had so much fun writing Keane. A bit tricky writing a guy (and from his POV) when he doesn’t have much to say! Especially from a writer who always has something to say 🙂 Glad you liked him.

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