It's the 3rd week of November is National Novel Writing Month, and we're still busy pounding keys at our house.
My personal favorite lines written each day continue for PETER AND THE WOLF, the eroticMM/shifter romance I'm writing for NaNo.
Week 3 favorite lines:
11/16 “My son, forever the battering ram against doors that are welded shut. But not even you can beat down death.”
11/17 A fever gripped Peter sometime during the night, burning through him like a wildfire that was almost as consuming as the dreams of Jarred Wellington that accompanied it.
11/18 ...(I crossed 50k today!!) ...Peter closed his eyes and saw the forest, an image of the two of them running free and naked until he captured Jarred and pinned him, erect and panting, against a tree.
11/19 “You’re not just a hot stud with a new and emerging dark side,” Jarred said through clenched teeth. “You’re the bearer of really fucked news for my family. A harbinger of death.”
11/20 And if the chains built into the headboard hadn’t been installed for wild sex, Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they were used for.
11/21 “Oh, no, you’re not an animal,” he said, grabbing his clothes off the floor. “Not at all.”
11/22 With an ease that was both surprising and yet somehow expected, Peter hopped the rear wall and disappeared into the night.