Render me speechless…

Here’s mine:

Letting the garment slide to the floor, she stepped out of it and walked toward me. Topless. With her itty bitty panties still on.


Right into the steam-filled shower.

Holy sh*t.

If you’re an author…

Share a few lines showing your character at a loss for words below with ONE link to your book or website. If you’re a reader, sit back and enjoy the comments!


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3 thoughts on “Render me speechless…

  1. Ooo, this one was a little hard. From Trust In Love…

    To her craving delight, he didn’t stop, but repeated what he did the first time. He slowly kissed his way back up her neck to her ear and lightly nibbled again, gliding his tongue around spots she had no idea were so sensitive.
    He kissed her just below her ear. “Do you want me to stop? Tell me what you feel, Sophie. I feel you shake within my arms. Is that fear…or pleasure?”
    Sophie couldn’t speak and closed her eyes as he continued to pepper small, delicate kisses back to her mouth.

  2. From my current work in progress . . .

    Alessia would have thought that she had misheard or misunderstood him except the look on his face said otherwise. He didn’t look insane, he didn’t look angry, he didn’t look drunk or high, he just looked calm and composed. He’d said the words dead body as factually as if he’d said today’s weather was cold and windy.
    She had to run.
    To shout.

    No link to share this week since the book isn’t even finished yet!

  3. This is from Start Over

    “I’m Luke. You must be Ivy, Claire’s date,” he says, finally reaching me and standing just a touch too close. His scent engulfs me, knocks me sideways with lust and I feel heat begin to rise up my cheeks. Of course this Luke is the same man I sat next to in the dark. Of course he’s the one I practically breathed in like a mindless fool.
    It was the dark. It’s really my only excuse.
    Oh and the alcohol too. Yeah, I can blame that as well.
    Both do funny things to people. That whole cloak of anonymity mixed with lack of inhibitions makes you brave and apparently daft.
    Luke begins to chuckle and I realize that it’s because I’m standing here staring at him, like he’s the bloody ghost of Christmas past, without responding to his greeting.

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