Wordsmith Wednesday #1

Welcome one and all to the next greatest meme on the face of the planet! Well, at least to us! :-) It started as the brain child of the great Hope Collier. Thanks, Izzie, for such a great idea!

The objective:

Show us a scene from your current project. It can be creepy, adventurous, romantic, etc. Just a snippet to let readers see what they're in for!

The guidelines:

* Must be from a current work-in-progress (WIP). Nothing already published.
* You may choose from any section of the manuscript, but be mindful not to include spoilers.
* Keep it clean and YA audience friendly, please. No erotica.
* Stay under 300 words or about one page. It can be as little as a few lines if you prefer. We just want to give readers a chance to see everyone's selection.
* Link back to Chirenjenzie so we can enjoy others' work as well!
* Include the guidelines in your post.

WIP: Fallenmore (Feathermore Trilogy, #2)

PUBLICATION DATE: June 2012

" The sheets felt soft and silky against my skin and I pressed them against my body. The sound of someone unlatching a window reached my ears, and a breeze swooped over the thin layer of sweat that seemed to be covering me completely. I closed my eyes again and gave in to the tickling feeling the wind licking my skin created, cooling me off.

            “How are you feeling?” Blake’s voice rang on the other side of the bed.

            Oh, god! Am I in his bed again? Was this an omen for something?! I shuffled under the sheets uncomfortably and with my eyes still closed, afraid the spinning and the headache would come back, I sat up. As I rested my back rested against the cool headboard, goosebumps erupted all over my arms and I pulled the covers tightly over me.

            “What happened?” I asked and my voice was gruff. I took a chance and opened my eyes. Luckily the haziness was gone and I could see him clearly. “You look terrible.” I muttered, exerting myself by speaking. I felt drained of energy, my life force completely empty, and if it wasn't because I had a million questions in my head, I may have just turned and gone back to sleep.

His hair, which had always been cropped and nicely trimmed was now sticking up uncontrollably in all directions and there was a five o’clock shadow that made him look older and weary.

      “I hate to break it to you, but you don’t look that hot either.” He said with a smile."