Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Lucky 7 Meme Award Rules:

1. Go to page 77 of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them as they're written. No cheating!
4. Tag 7 other writers to pass this meme on to.

MY EXCERPT

Great. Another dream about him.
Been a while since I had one of those. Aside from shoving Kayla into the lockers, I hadn’t seen or heard from, the faceless figure since Volterra, Italy sort of promised he would leave me alone for a bit after the craziness there, but I should’ve known better than to believe he was capable of telling the truth, maybe he wanted to gloat that he had self control for not ripping Kayla’s body to smithereens. He stood beneath the oak tree that looked ancient, maybe as old as him. Not that I had any clue how old he was.

Lucky 7

Roni Loren
Cece
L.M Preston
Julie Cross
Matthew Merrick
Nina D'Angelo
Natalie Bahm




8 comments:

Unknown said...

Ohh! Nice piece. He sounds so...mean. LOL. AND mysterious! But if I'm sensing a love story!!! Which is the BEST!

Keisha Martin Romance Writer said...

Thanks Ashley, the scene was with the antagonist yes it will be a love story everything I write will have romance.

Peaches Ledwidge said...

Congrats on the award too. I guess he seems young but probably isn't.

Keisha Martin Romance Writer said...

Thanks peaches, who seems young guess I have to go to your blog and ask lol

Carol Riggs said...

Interesting excerpt!! I like the name Kayla. Fun to read some of your writing. :)

Keisha Martin Romance Writer said...

Carol, Kayla is indeed an interesting character in previous drafts I wanted her to change be kind, unfortunately she wouldn't have it lol,still editing this book (my first YA) so likely this excerpt will be cleaned up a bit, thank you as always for commenting. =0)

Cecilia Robert said...

Hey Keisha, Love the excerpt. I've done mine on my blog. Will post in a few moments. :)

Keisha Martin Romance Writer said...

Cece,
TYSM hopping over to your blog now =o)

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