Top 5 lines you've ever written. Just the kinda of stuff where you had to go "hell yeah I'm good."
Oh hell yeah, thanks for the ask, Jack! ❤️❤️❤️ These are in no particular order -
1. “Hold still-” Eliza’s sweet voice hardly softened the sting of cold cloth against Rosalind’s swollen cheek. She flinched, squirming in the Mr. Carpenter’s chair. She groaned miserably as the pain radiated from her cheek bone through her eye and forehead like lightning striking damp earth. Miss Carpenter’s features twisted into a sympathetic scowl. “Rosalind Jones if you don’t stop being a baby and let me clean this, it’s gonna get infected.”
- from this Sisterhood of Blood short
2. How long had they been dancing? She couldn’t be sure. She didn’t want to look at a clock for fear that the night would be over sooner than she wanted. Leaning down, she pressed her nose against the top of her head and drank in her scent. A sweet floral perfume that Ruth doused her in earlier that fit her well, and only a hint of soil from digging around her garden that morning. For just a moment, she envied god for knowing exactly how many hairs graced her head. For knowing her every thought at any given moment.
But Rosalind also wondered if god envied her just then, too. That it was she who got to hold his greatest creation in her arms.
- from this Sisterhood of Blood excerpt
3. Kit’s lips were so warm and soft. The calloused thumb brushed over her cheekbone and up into her hair. Emily couldn’t think straight. She reached out, touching the collar of her flannel and grasping at it in an attempt to ground herself. The two of them shifted until their bodies were flush against one another. It wasn’t until she pulled away and chuckled that Emily realized she was holding her breath the whole time..
“Breath.” Kit grinned, touching a finger beneath her chin. She nodded, blowing out a sharp breath. The heat in her cheeks spread to every digit of her hands and toes. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt about this.”
- from my Christmas novella, available in full here
4. Caleb sighed, tucking his gun away and looking at his once pristine snake skin boots. Blood splashed on them and no amount of wiping them against the cobble stone could clean them. Red flecked his cream suit.
“As God punishes his enemies, so shall I. I’ve come to provide for you.” He gestured broadly at the widows and cowering children. A handkerchief was procured from his breast pocket to wipe the blood from his face. “To make this town prosperous! Be glad, my friends, I am your savior.”
- from this Sisterhood of Blood excerpt
5. Fingers slid down Kit’s arms, running along the smattering of freckles sprinkled along her skin. So cute. And so kissable. Without really thinking, Emily leaned forward and pressed her lips against the top of her shoulder. It shuddered. Looking up, Emily could only see the curve of her jaw and cheek. She didn’t seem to get much of a reaction, so she let her lips glide along Kit’s shoulder until it reached her neck. She gave another shudder and this time a sniffle.
- also from my Christmas novella
