A Writer's Woes

Excerpt

Here is an excerpt from the novel I'm working on, just to wet your appetite.

Susanna sat on edge of the bed facing away from him, her hands clasped tightly together, her whole body trembling as tears streaming silently down her cheeks. It broke his heart to see her like this. She had not lost her innocence, it had been taken from her––brutally. And although he could not give it back to her, he would do what he could to ease the pain and the memories, to replace them with something softer, something kinder. He could only hope that it would be enough. But first, he had to reach her in that place of desolation and despair.

It was their wedding night. He had no intention of demanding his martial rights, for he didn’t view them as rights at all, but a mutual coming together––heart, body, and soul. He would accept no less. And if that meant waiting a day, a month, or a year; so be it. When they did come together, it would be something that neither of them would ever forget.

posted by chrmisha @ 1:50 PM