I am in a Creative Writing class right now. For week three, I shared some of Chapter 1 of Treasured, which you have already read. If you haven’t read it, you can read Chapter 1 in Parts One, Two, and Three with the respective links. You can also read Chapter 2 Parts One, Two, and Three, also, with the respective links.
I will share the excerpt I shared with the class in a minute. I did want to say that Week 4 had no creative work due for the week and therefore there will not be a Week 4 in this series.
I hope you enjoy!
“Stanford, huh?” My heart constricted from the sound of that velvet baritone. Whether it was from fear or attraction, I couldn’t tell. I turned and mustered my best glare at the gorgeous creature in front of me. He may be gorgeous, but that doesn’t change what he is. Remember that.
“No wonder you looked familiar. I remember you now. You were always tucked away in the history section of the library. And not just any section, but the local history section. You have a thing for local histories?” he said.
I sighed. “Look, you may have seen me once or twice but that doesn’t mean you know me or I am interested in what you’re selling. Goodbye.” I stalked down the steps and on to the sidewalk, setting a brisk pace towards my apartment.
Audric was right next to me in a second, keeping pace. “You know, don’t you?”
My heart gave a stutter and I was lucky I didn’t stumble or change pace. That would have given too much away. I might have already with the catch in my breathing and the stuttering of my heart. He was obviously observant. He was a killer.
Shaking away my nerves, I gave a snort. “Your reputation as a ladies man was the main topic on campus for the past year. Of course, I know. Everyone knew.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” His voice wasn’t threatening, just curious. He was fishing. He didn’t know if I knew.
“Then what are you referring to? Because I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His hand shot out and pulled me to a stop by my arm. One of his hands tilted my head up by the chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. The ice-blue depths smoldered, showing some of the danger he presented to me. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I needed to get away. And yet, I was cemented to the spot with his gaze.
- This is an interesting story. I love the way you use the banter between your characters to build both the characters and the plot. It also puts in conflict without being in your face. It is wonderful how you use the tension between them as well as just internal for her to keep the story moving. This almost sounds like a Christine Feehan novel. Great job and look forward to more.
- Excellent use of literary tools to show plot and character development. You used dialogue and emotional tone, developing a scene.