Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday
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The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend. Here are mine from the start of a historical novel set in Victorian London called THE BOUND HEART.
Mr. James Edwards, the Bond Street Bookshop’s bookbinder and The Velvet Basement’s source of shibari photo plates has avoided Miss Olive Thompson for a long time. Her Friday deliveries of string, threads and yarn were a exercise of constant vigilance. Of constant denial. And of constant longing… Today’s snippet is where Olive has managed to make Jamie take the leap. Tonight they will walk into his world.
The corset was loose, the back all unlaced, Olive clutched it uselessly against her breasts. Her heart was beating overly fast and the heat in her face meant she must be a bright, bright red.
Jamie tilted his head to the side. There was a softness in his face, just a little, as he picked up the rope and came to stand in front of her.
Her mind sent the order, let go of the corset but her hands didn’t respond. Very slowly he reached out and gave the garment a gentle tug. For him her frozen fingers listened, they uncurled their desperate grip and along with the corset, he drew away the very last bit of of her uncertainty.
© Elsa Holland