For the inaugural post, here are the opening lines of Noble Metals, my steampunk novella (which is technically finished, but I'm still editing, so I'll call it a WIP):
And from Lauren Gallagher, the opening lines of I'll Show You Mine, a contemporary erotic romance that I'm working on:
The dark-haired stranger walked into the saloon, and every whore’s head turned, including mine.
It wasn’t that newcomers were unusual. I myself had come to town much the same way this fellow probably had. Like thousands of other stampeders, my brothers and I came to Seattle after someone sniffed out some gold in the Klondike. We were among the first to arrive in the swampy logging town sitting in a strip of mud between a lake and Puget Sound. Had our provision money not wound up in the pocket of a gambler and the purses of a dozen whores, I’d have been up to the Yukon and back again by now.
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Never in my life did I feel more naked than the moment I walked down the aisle with Shane McNeill.
In fact, the instant he walked into the room before the processional began, I thought my dress might melt right off my body. When our eyes met, I wished it would. Holy shit.
Most guys looked suave and sexy in a tux, but there was something else about Shane. Oh, yes, he was suave and sexy. Clean cut, perfectly groomed, every dark hair in place and not a speck on his black jacket or glossy shoes. But…different.
He leaned casually against the doorway, barely wavering when the boat rocked beneath our feet, and met my eyes without a hint of shyness. He didn’t approach; there would be time for introductions after the ceremony, and that was minutes away from starting. The only reason I knew who he was, as opposed to the other groomsmen, was the red boutonniere that set him apart as the best man.
Which meant we’d be walking together.