The Story That Needs a Good Title! :-)

Working Title - The Protector

The psycho in the story is going after Emily, the main female character. But she has also met another man who she seems to have clicked with. There is more to the story, but as you can tell, it's a bit of a suspense story, so I don't want to give too much away. I don't know if it's enough for some ideas for titles from you guys, but I'd love to hear some ideas! Who knows! I might pick one!

So if you have an idea for it just suggested it. Oh! And the psycho has "lovers," but none are alive now. Another bit of inspiration! ;-)

Brain Storming Day!!

I'm feeling so clear-headed today despite not sleeping in the last 28 1/2 hours!  But I'm happy that my newest story that I gave a taste of on here is coming along. I have several scenes plotted out in my head and I have the majority of the story. Now I just have to settle down and start writing. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. But today was brain storming and it was fantastic! By the way, I have a working title for it, but I don't like it. I will try to explain the story a bit and see if anyone can come up with something. The working title is "The Protector," but it's a boring title. I am thinking more of something that deals with the psycho. Think that's a good idea? I'm open to opinions on this! 

A Taste of Another Story in the Works

Emily Sinclair was just getting up from the couch. It was getting late and she needed to get home, though it was only a house away.

“Thanks for having me over,” she said to her best friend, Amanda White, who was still on the couch. “The movie was great!”

“I told you you’d like it,” her friend smiled, remote in hand shutting off the DVD player.

As soon as the machine was off the TV channel popped on. It was so late that the 11 o’clock news was playing.

“It has been almost four weeks since the disappearance of Candace Langston, the 30 year old mother of two. Her car found abandoned in the parking lot of the market she regularly shopped at. There are still no leads, but it’s suspected that this ties in to the other disappearance of Morgan Leigh the month before that . . .”

“That’s just awful,” Amanda said.

“It’s sad to say but the women are probably dead,” Emily said.

“That’s horrible,” she replied. “But probably true.”

“Makes you want to walk around with a gun,” Emily replied.

“I don’t know if I could shoot someone.”

“If my life were in danger, I don’t think I’d have any trouble pulling the trigger.”

“You were always more of the defensive type,” Amanda replied with a smile.

Emily returned the smile. “Want to have dinner tomorrow night? I’ll make burritos,” she said.

Amanda groaned. “Oh man . . . my favorite! But I can’t. I’m going out to dinner with Mark.”

Emily shrugged. “Okay, next time. Just let me know when you’re not seeing Mark, or invite him! I don’t know my best friend’s boyfriend all that well.”

“That sounds like a plan!” she said. “I’ll see if he likes burritos.”

“Oh, he’ll like mine! Everyone likes mine!”

“You’re right!” she said. “I’ll call him tomorrow and let you know.”

“Great!” Emily replied. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Night!”

“Good night, Emmy.”

Emily headed to the door. She yawned. It was definitely time to get ready for bed.

He watched as she exited the house; her wavy, chestnut colored hair hanging around her shoulders, moving gently in the slight breeze. Her body was ripe. Perfect. Her curves were a woman’s curves. Her features were soft and strong at the same time. He could almost feel her struggle against him already. See her body spasm against the pulse of energy he would put her against. He could feel her body and see her blood . . . especially the blood. He would have her and no one could stop him. She would become one of his lovers.

Writing Exercise

I shared this on another Blog I have, but this is a writing exercise I did awhile back. The way this particular writing exercise works is that you pick a word or two and write a little story that gets inspired by them! It's a good way to keep working on your writing! :-)

Writing Exercise - Words: Valentine's Day, Rain
What a Valentine's Day, Lynne thought. No boyfriend to speak of and all her friends had someone. She had still managed to get a reservation at her favorite restaurant so she had been looking forward to that. They served the best steaks.

As she walked from her car to the entrance it started raining and not just sprinkles. It was hard rain like God had opened the flood gates. Needless to say she was instantly wet. She groaned inwardly, but she wasn't about to give up her reservation no matter how wet and scraggly she looked now.

However, as she approached the door a man sat there on the bench completely drenched from the rain. He looked very forlorn as he held a single red rose in his hand. She couldn't help stopping to check on this man.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He gave her a half smile as he gazed at her with beautiful blue eyes. "I'm okay. I just got dumped by my girlfriend on Valentine's day in a text . . . a text . . ." He shook his head.

The rain was still coming down on them as she looked at the door of the restaurant and then back to him as an idea formed.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Brad," he replied.

"Well, Brad, I'm Lynne. Want to come in and have dinner with me? I have a reservation."

"You want to have dinner with a stranger?"

"Why not?" she said. "We're both alone and it's Valentine's day."

He smiled a little more. "All right," he said as he stood up. Then he handed her the rose. "Happy Valentine's day."

Lynne smiled. "Thanks," she said as she took the rose. "Happy Valentine's day to you too."

Together they walked into the restaurant soaking wet, but glad they weren't alone.

Assassin's Seduction Teaser - The Beginning

Thought I would share part of the beginning as another teaser. :-)

Part of Chapter 1

He had her by the hair on her knees. The gun was placed at the back of her skull where it was sure to rip straight through her spinal cord killing her almost instantaneously. As long as it was quick, she didn't care. Laurissa Fox would have killed herself already had she not stopped herself in the bathroom only yesterday. The razor blade was still there, waiting at the edge of the sink for her to use. Now she wouldn't need it, she thought. In fact, he would be doing her a favor, taking this burden from her shoulders.

The man holding her down with the gun could tell that she wasn't afraid. She wasn't  shaking. There was no pleading for her life. She seemed resigned. Quiet . . . still . . . waiting . . .

“You do understand that I'm going to blow your head off, right?" he said with surprise. His British accent did nothing to soften the harshness of his voice. "There's no coming back from that . . . You'll be dead. Don't you care?"

"Why should I?" she asked. "You want me scared? Because it's not going to happen. You can't scare someone whose not afraid to die . . .Whose already dead inside . . . Now are you going to shut the hell up and pull the trigger or what?" she asked, staring at the Persian rug her  knees were sinking into.