Saturday, October 17, 2015

@MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MSSAuthors

It's My Sexy Saturday! Participating authors post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or 7 words. This time it's 7 paragraphs from Enchanted Skye ~A tale about an American on the run named Jenna who unwittingly unleashes an ancient charm and traps a Selkie unawares.   

Setting the Stage: 

Exhausted from her trans-Atlantic flight and half-frozen from
her unfortunate car trouble, Jenna thaws out in a hot bath at MacCodrum's Inn. Bea the owner was explaining something just as the phone rang. Jenna's so drained she didn't quite catch it all...something about the ancient doors have a way of sticking. Jenna soon discovers that's exactly the case and realizes she doesn't have a towel or a robe. In this scene, she decides to make a dash for her room. The owner did say there were no other guests...

My Seven~

    Jenna opened the door a crack and listened to the soft rumble of male voices coming from downstairs. Then hearing a woman laugh, determined that was Bea. Bea said she was the only guest tonight. Maybe the storm had driven people inside to wait it out. Opening the door further, Jenna peered down the hall. Fairly confident she was alone upstairs, and shielded by a ridiculously small towel, she decided to make a run for it. Now or never. Trying to remember which of the seven rooms was hers, she crept down the hall. Suddenly Bea’s voice echoed in the stairway. “Knock it off ye great fishy beasties, yer getting’ me wet!”
    The laughing male voices grew louder. They were coming up the stairs! Jenna clearly heard a man on the stairs say, “I’ll be right down. I’m going to get out of these wet clothes.” Another man replied, “I’m right behind you.”
    Jenna gasped. Oh no! Ducking into the nearest room, she quickly closed the door behind her and pressed her ear to the wood and listened.


    Startled, Alex spun around. A woman had just barged into his room and slammed the door closed as if she’d been chased inside. That was something all unto itself, but she also held a small towel to the front of her body, leaving the back exquisitely bare. He suddenly felt odd, the same odd feeling he’d felt at the lighthouse earlier that day.
    Dawning realization took him. This beauty was Angus MacLeod’s niece from America. His heart started to race. Availing himself of his fortunate vantage point, he looked her over. Her skin was the warm color of honey, her dark hair sparkled with water droplets now, but he knew it would be a rich chestnut brown when dry. Her lovely caramel-colored eyes, he knew, possessed gold-flecked irises and long lashes. Earlier that morning, the smallest details had been burned into his brain. He now added shapely legs, a perfect bottom, and a compelling pair of dimples at her lower back.
    She slowly opened the door.
    “You might wait a bit. They’re sure t’ be walking back downstairs in a moment.”


"...her descriptions of their legends and lives are so intimate and lovely."
~Author Jane Leopold Quinn

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