Tuesday, 18 September 2012

The Look Challenge - with knickers and tattoos

I’ve been tagged in the Look Challenge by the very talented Susie Medwell, author of Forfeit and Freefalling w/a Zara Stoneley. You can read my review of the latter, here.

The aim of the game is to search for the first instance of the word ‘look’ in your current wip and post this together with the surrounding paragraphs. Then I’ve to inflict this madness onto five others—fun times!

Okay, so my first look is a treble dunter from the full I’m writing for Riva (will revise out some of these laters). After being dared to run around a floor in an expensive hotel in Marbella in her underwear, Alexa ends up in Enrique Castillo’s penthouse in her knickers. :D

The sound of the footsteps drifted away, followed by the click of a door closing. Adrenaline roared through her veins. This was her only chance. Pushing away from the wall, she rounded the lift, desperately seeking an escape. She barely noticed the plush furnishings, soft-looking leather sofas and floor to wall window which showcased the most spectacular view she’d ever seen. Instead she focused on the walls surrounding the elevator.
Looking for something?”
The heavily accented voice froze her feet to the spot. She darted a glance toward the sound. Dark brows furrowed over the richest coloured eyes she’d seen. His gaze swept over the length of her body, then up, lingering on her rear for a beat too long. Her skin tingled under his scrutiny.
Turning her whole body to face him, she slapped a hand on her hip. “Had a good enough look?”
His lips quirked in a sexy, lopsided grin. The jitters were back, and Alexa swore the temperature in the room shot up ten degrees. Her gaze dropped to his broad shoulders, covered in a thin white tee-shirt, then down to a well filled chest. She could see a dark pattern above his pec. She longed to find out what kind of tattoo he had. Usually, tats didn’t do it for her. But on that chest… 

And now for those poor sods I’m going to tag:  

Melissa Blue—no dodging, I know you can hear me.
Michelle Smart (‘cause I know how much you love being tagged) 

*rubs hands together and cackles*


  1. My first look pops up the most boring paragraph in the story. yes, I like to think everything I write is awesome on top of awesomesauce (stop laughing)...So I'm cheating. This is the second instance where "look" pops up in Down With Cupid:

    Nicole gave herself a moment to breathe deep and dispel any irritation. Calm. Efficient. Capable. Since she'd practiced how that looked in the mirror, Nicole knew she looked every inch of those words.

    She turned the doorknob to her office and stepped inside. Her gaze barely glossed over the back of the client's head. Her gaze was too busy drinking in, and disbelieving, who sat at her desk. The man's angular cheek bones gave his bronzed skin a striking balance. The peak of his nose was thick but sharp. Yet the steel-blue glint of his eyes held a depth that left her breathless. She knew what it felt like to be under that intense gaze.

    The last time she'd seen him, his hair had been mussed and tousled by continually running her fingers through the ebony strands. He'd looked rakish and exactly like the type of man you took to bed, but she got to know he was the type of man you wanted around long after the sex glow dimmed. He was a man who had started the small shift within her to relax and have a little fun.

    Now, not a strand of hair dared to stick out from the slicked-back style. He looked like a shark. A shark perched behind her desk as though it was his.

    Damn him.

    “Sebastian?” The name spilled from her lips.

    1. Ya big cheater! Awesome snippet though so I'll let you off.

  2. Your look is PERFECTLY timed in the story. I do love a good meme. Mine will be up in a couple of days :-)