|Posted by Brenda Dyer on April 9, 2012 at 2:00 AM|
This is taken from my current WIP, Prophecy's Child. In these sentences Katherine has ran into Kal--literally--after ten years. He still has the same erotic pull on her.
Katherine’smouth dropped open and butterflies took flight in her stomach. Lucky she was flat on her ass because her limbs shook so hard she’d have ended up in the same position. “Kal? It can’t be…”
She closed her eyes, then quickly opened them, needing to make sure his appearance wasn’t simply a hallucination brought on by stress.
But there was no mistaking it, Kal stood in front of her, all six foot four inchesof well muscled, testosterone dripping, male. His black leather covered shoulders were so wide, they blocked out the florescent lights hanging from the ceiling. Faded jeans hugged his long, finely formed legs. He was perfection standing in a pair of black hiking boots.