“Sharp teeth elongate out of his gums, he licks her at the tender spot between her jaw line and neck. Slowly he puts his mouth over where he had just licked. Then he…”
So what do you suppose he is about to do? Bite her? Is he a vampire? Is he a werewolf? What about a succubus who has her tranced and is going to feed off her energy and just a little bit of blood?
Well he could be any of those things I suppose. It all depends on the writer, the character and in this case the reader. So what do you think he should be? Are you a vampire fan? Or perhaps shifters are more you style? A good incubus can be hard to find as well…because they are all so bad!
Of course it could be that he isn’t going to use the teeth at all. Maybe he has more control. Do you suppose that is possible? That this paranormal, aroused male is going to be able to control whatever baser instincts he has? That he isn’t there to bite her at all?
So now that we have established this character could be any number of creatures, about to do a multitude of things, where do you suppose they are?
“pushes her back up against the alley wall next to the door they had just exited. As he is about to finish what they had started he hears a noise. Lifting his head he looks over his shoulder and there is…”
Now, is he the bad guy or the good guy? Is he going to kill her to spite whomever is watching, or share her? Maybe he’ll taunt the watcher by slowly siphoning off her blood, or moving back to her lips and taking a deep long kiss? Any ideas?
As you can see it takes a lot to write just a small passage. Any twist or turn could happen depending on what the character wants, perhaps where the author is seeing the story as going, and the mood that is being set.
Right now this is a dark mood, suspenseful (to some degree for a small snippet), and being made up as I type this blog.
Tel me where you think it should go. Where would you take it? Who would you make him?
(P.S. I have a book out today with Eternal Press. See below for an excerpt and the cover. Thanks for playing with me)
“I repeat. What did you think you were doing?” Cassie asked, with more bravado than she was feeling. She had never felt anything like the pulsating emotions emanating from Jared. It seemed to overwhelm all her senses and she was struggling with just getting breath in and out of her lungs. She looked up at him and found herself face to face with eyes that were so intense she could see nothing but them. There was a slight glow that fascinated her; she had never seen eyes like this before, incredibly deep with a special inner light.
“Don’t ever touch Kraig again or let him touch you,” Jared growled from deep in his chest. He was having trouble keeping his wolf in check. When Kraig had kissed Cassie it was all he could do to not rip the pup’s head off. She didn’t know anything about being his mate, or even what it entailed, but Jared did and he was having trouble controlling the wolf because of it. He had barely managed to control changing, and he certainly wasn’t going to stop the rush of jealousy and anger at his mate being touched by another man. Not just a man, but another werewolf. And with that acceptance, he quit thinking and did what his wolf wanted. He kissed her.