In honor of Brazil’s Valentine’s day, the wonderful Gabriela Lessa is hosting a love scene contest, judged by literary agent Weronika Janczuk, of Lynn C. Franklin Associates, Ltd. Very exciting stuff…
My excerpt entry is below:
Name: T. F. Walsh
Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy
Entry word count: 748
Manuscript word count: 75K
Link number: 19
My chest tingled at the chance that Connell waited in my office. He never visited me at work, but who doesn’t like surprises?
I sauntered down the florescent-lit corridor, and my stomach fluttered. With a quick exhale, I chased away the butterfly sensation and calmed my excitement in case it wasn’t him. Connell had the deepest chocolate eyes with curly lashes that caressed his eyelids. I clutched the doorknob and held the cold brass for a few seconds while I inspected my clothes – tight blue pants, knee-length boots and snug white blouse emphasizing my full bust. Not bombshell, but sexy enough. I entered and kicked the door shut behind me.
Connell waited near my desk, and his smile sent a rush of reassurance through me, as if everything would be okay. His broad shoulders filled his perfect-fit pinstripe suit, and anyone might second-guess themselves before taking him on. Blond hair reached his hard jaw line, and he knew his look screamed don’t mess with me, while the surfer hairstyle was a flirting tool.
I said nothing and dashed into his arms, burying my face into his chest. A lathered soap fragrance greeted me.
He chuckled and squeezed me close. “You happy to see me?” His playful tone held the slightest hint of a British burr.
He kissed the top of my head and laughed in that deep throaty way that made everyone stop and stare. His warm breath caressed my nose, and the heat of his body flooded me with fire. His hand climbed past my shoulder and neck, to my cheek. He guided a loose strand of hair off my face, tracing its length to my neck, yet his eyes never left mine. He bent over and kissed me with the savagery of someone starved. I drew in his breath and playfully nibbled his lower lip. All my worries spilled free, replaced by the overwhelming desire to kiss every part of him. His hands combed through my hair and then fell down my spine. I traced the softness of his chest, and pressed myself against him. Blood pulsated inside my head, and I yearned to shove aside all inhibitions right there in my office.
I wanted my life to stand still forever and forget the upcoming Luna Eutine, the wolfwere on the loose and the pack. More than anything, I wanted to be human.
His mouth tore away from mine. “I missed you.” He started to unbutton his jacket, revealing a butter-cream shirt and placed it over the guest chair. His skin smoldered a healthy tan. My pulse raced.
Connell examined the papers and cardboard boxes stacked against the wall. I considered apologizing for the mess, but decided not to mention it. He looked at me and his mischievous grin sent me weak. “Have I told you how much I love your gray eyes, and how wolf-like they look when your hair is down?”
“Every time I see you.”
My fingers crawled up his rippled stomach and firm pecs, slipping them between the shirt’s buttons, tickling smooth, warm skin.
His hungry hands inched beneath my blouse and climbed higher. He pressed his lips to mine. His tongue and mouth grew relentless. I tugged his shirt free from his pants. Wildness swirled inside of me. I snaked my fingers up his rock-hard chest and then followed the soft trail of his chest hair to his belt, which I yanked loose.
He drew back, and I loved the look of his flushed cheeks and full lips after we made out. He said, “Maybe we should stop?”
My finger traced around his belly button. “Then you shouldn’t have started it.”
“You drive me crazy Daci, and I can never say no to you.” He cupped the side of my face in his hand, and I tilted my head into his palm. He continued, “But the forensic team is waiting for us.”
I straightened myself. “What do you mean?”
He cleared his throat and caressed my arm as he spoke. “This morning, a jogger found a dead body in an alley backing into the woods.”
“So?” The strange ache inside my stomach returned. I’d assisted police in the past with multiple animal attacks, all domestic livestock, not humans.
“We believe it was an animal. The body remains are covered in scratches and bite marks, and we believe it was either a bear or wolf.”
My next breath caught in my throat, and my mind flew to the pack.