Monday, January 5, 2015

First Week Snippets

Unedited Snippet from my first Gothic Romantic Suspense
“Are you ever going to tell me your name?”
“Yes,” was all he said as I saw him swiftly glance at my eyes through the shaggy brown hair that brushed his broad shoulders. The look in his eyes was enough to make me gulp. Was he laughing at me or did he find me utterly stupid? Why did I care? This was getting more frustrating than I had thought and may not be worth the fuss of the next few days, especially if Mr. White hadn’t even made an appointment to see me once I was here.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, of course it does.”
All he asked was, “Why?”
“Why? One, it’s the polite thing to do. Two, if we’re going to be in this house together for the next few days then I’d feel more comfortable if I knew the names of the people that were staying here. Three, is there a reason for you not to share your birth name?”
“Oh Christ,” was his reply.
“Excuse me?”
“That was the first thing that was said when I was born.”
I blinked at him as he finished winding the light gauze around my hand. I didn’t know what to say to that.
“Not even knowing you, I find that you’re exasperating. Are you normally like this?”
“No one usually tells me to my face,” as a light entered his eyes.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
I took my hand back and waltzed over to my bag. “I’m tired. Is there anything else that needs to be handled while we wait for Mr. White?”
“I can show you the grounds in the light of day tomorrow.”
I huffed with annoyance at his lack of conversation. Was I not a guest in this dusty old estate? Not one moment had I felt welcome here.
“Sir, are you ever going to answer one of my questions?”
As he went to silently leave the room, with his candle, “My name is Kenrick, Kenrick Giles.”
He shut the door and when he did, a breeze ran through the room. It was as if it had to follow in his footsteps. I hoped that I had imagined that.
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Ginny Lynn
Wench Writer