Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The only female . . .Writing Prompt Tuesday

Tuesday's Creative Writing Prompt: The only female in the room. . .

This should be an interesting starter phrase. Would love to see what some of the guys write fro this one!

I will work on a response to Friday's prompt and get that out to you as soon as I finish the edits on Killer Bunny Hill. Fingers crossed that will be today.

In the meantime, work on this prompt and if you haven't started read this week's Book-A-Week Challenge, Three's The Charm, you better hop to it. Ellen Dye's interview will be posted on Sunday and she wants to hear from you.

5 comments:

Ceri Hebert May 26, 2009 at 4:30 PM  

The only female in the room he wanted despised him.

She wasn’t dressed like any other woman. The typical feminine attire for one of these fundraisers was dark and bland, covering as much skin as possible. Iona was a tropical sea on fire, her dress shifted in color, sea blue to orange gold. Her body intrigued him more. He’d tasted and touched every inch of her, but wanted more.

When she entered the room and stood next to the piano, her gaze locked with his in one hot, liquid moment. She raised a brow, but didn’t smile. Then she looked away and hadn’t looked his way since.

It drove him crazy, though he kept telling himself it was just as well. She didn’t want anything to do with him. She had kicked him out of her bed like the cold-hearted siren he thought she’d be.

“She is hot,” someone said with a chuckle, next to Mac’s shoulder. Tom Fenton put his drink to his mouth but he was still grinning. Mac wanted to wipe that smirk off his face but kept still and silent.

“I hear she takes a variety of men to bed,” Tom handed his empty glass to a waiter and straightened his tie. “You think I’d have a chance? Bet she’s a wildcat.”

Anger simmered in Mac’s gut. He tightened his hands into fists.

“Don’t know,” he muttered. “Why don’t you go ask her?”

Might.” Tom jabbed his elbow into Mac’s side in a bit of good guy-to-guy fun. Tom didn’t know Mac too well. Mac hadn’t participated in that kind of joking since college.

“Wish me luck.” Tom adjusted his tie one more time and strode across the room to where Iona chatted with Myron Stein. Mac simmered in angry frustration as Tom insinuated himself into the conversation until he cut the older man out totally and there was just Tom and Iona.

Damn the woman, Mac swore inwardly and summoned a waiter for a drink. He grabbed a tumbler of scotch and threw it down his throat. The heat from the liquid was second to his anger, however unjustified, he felt when Tom ran his hand up Iona’s bare arm. There was a barracuda smile painted on the man’s face. Didn’t Iona have a clue? Of course she did. Iona knew the workings of a man, both mind and body and she was an expert at manipulating both. Tom twisted a lock of Iona’s fiery hair in his fingers, leaned over and whispered something in her ear. He was rewarded with a sultry smile and a nod of her head.

Mac told himself he shouldn’t feel resentful or angry at the singer’s flirtations. She meant nothing to him and vice versa. They both proved that hours ago. It didn’t stop the jealousy that gripped him tight when Tom took her by the hand and led her out the door toward the courtyard.

Before he had a moment to think what was going on between Iona and Tom was not only not his business and not something he’d want to witness, Mac pushed his way through the crowd toward the doors the two had disappeared through.

Mac could hear the sound of water trickling from the fountain but it took several seconds before he saw them past the fountain. Their bodies were involved in an embrace and Mac had to hold himself back when all he wanted to do was to knock Tom senseless and remove Iona from this party and the lustful scrutiny of every man in attendance.

Then Tom’s frame doubled over and Iona was striding away, her hair like a cloud of flames around her face and her hands curled into two tight fists. She spotted him and paused, her gaze filled with fury. She changed her course until she was stood within a foot of him. Her anger radiated from her body.

“Don’t you ever try to pimp me out to your buddies,” she ground out icily.

Even with the anger bright in her glare he wanted to take her into his arms and taste the passion emanating through her delicious body. The urge was so overwhelming he actually reached for her.

Iona reached out for him too Her knee connected with his groin in a flash of hot, cold and nasty sick sensation that radiated from his lower belly to every single nerve ending.

Iona walked away into the darkness, straight and proud, and she never looked back.

Denise May 27, 2009 at 9:10 PM  

Oooo! Ouch!
Totally did not see that ending coming.

D

Ceri Hebert May 28, 2009 at 4:59 AM  

Thanks! Mac and Iona have a very volatile relationship.

Denise May 28, 2009 at 5:10 AM  

Is that one of your other books? Or a WIP?

I'm going to try and catch up on the writing prompts tonight. Gotta keep Pink Undie story going. :-)

Ceri Hebert May 28, 2009 at 5:23 AM  

An old wip that I bring out on occasion if something good comes up for it, like this prompt. I like doing that, if the prompt will fit something that I'm working on I'll write it for that. Though it is good to come up with new ideas too.

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