I'm going to continue with another snippet from my romantic suspense Blinded by the Light, which has only been edited by me (and not that much by me). The Sunday before last I posted the opening lines.The heroine has returned home to find a gorgeous man on the porch of her antebellum home. Here's a bit more from the first chapter, skipping a few lines down from the opener. We're in my heroine's POV:
She'd decided early evening would be perfect for her first look at Mallory House, when nothing would disturb the isolated stillness of the home she'd left ten years ago. Mr. and Mrs. Carnley would be eating dinner in the groundskeeper's cottage, no one around to ask questions or offer condolences on her father's death. Condolences would be wasted on her.
That someone else might be in her old home hadn't crossed her mind. The man turned and stretched, arms reaching skyward. Instantly, the past was the last thing on Diana's mind.
His well-defined chest tapered down to a flat abdomen. Worn jeans rode low along with the tool belt, and fit to perfection--
She'd taken leave of her senses.
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