This week's 7 paragraphs come from the first book in my paranormal romance series, THE FELIG CHRONICLES published by eXtasy Books, We encounter the heroine, Tina, as she prepares to meet Nate Lowe for the first time and to tell him that she wants his help. Let's say that she is dressed to dress down any refusal.
In the bathroom, she peeled off her nightclothes and got in the shower. She chose the honey-chamomile shower gel for a pick-me-up. Working up thick lather, she luxuriated in the feel of it on her skin. She tested her body. Not bad for nearly forty. Years of Pilates and, most recently, Krav Maga, had lent her form, agility and strength without bulk. She liked tight skin over long muscles. Flat tummy, firm butt and boobs. Toned arms and legs. Yeah, she looked better and was in better shape than the twenty-somethings in her neighborhood who yelled " Old lady!" at her.
She squeezed shampoo on her hair and worked up more lather. Finished, she stood under the shower head and rinsed all suds away. She wrapped her dripping head in a hand towel to absorb excess water, removed it and then set the damp spirals in place with holding gel. While in front of the full-length mirror Tina slathered on body moisturizer. Five minutes had passed before she realized she been standing there massaging the lotion into her damp breasts. She snapped back to Earth because she had absentmindedly aroused herself. The aureoles of her breasts were pebbled and her nipples were hard points.
“This is pathetic.”
Tina shook her head, finished her toilette and left the bathroom wrapped in her bath towel. Sitting on her bed she wondered if she would be able to ever function with a man again. She had gotten into just focusing on her pleasure, worrying about another‟s pleasure would be…distracting.
After easing into her white, boy-leg undies, white racer back bra and a pink tee, she tossed on a black tracksuit over it all. The doorbell rang just as she tugged on pink socks and her black Rykas. One last check in the mirror prompted her to arrange her spirals casually with a fast shake.
Strolling for the front door, she stopped to dump some dry cat food into Tatum's bowl and to refresh his water. The door rattled from knocks again. Tina rose from her crouching position slowly and rolled her shoulders.
"Okay," she muttered to herself. "Time to get what I need."