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Lucky 7 meme--Tagged!

I've been tagged by Cristal Ryder to post 7 lines of my latest WIP. 

But ever the rule-break, I decided to post the entire scene, a total of 30 lines. I'm such a rebel.

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Gene raised his head, looking hopeful. “Indeed, I would prefer to meet a female of another species. I fear that after the incident with the camel, I am not considered a desirable mate among the females of my own kind.”

“Camel?” I repeated. I had to hear this one. Man, I loved this business.

He ran a finger through the little pool of condensation forming near the water jug. It sizzled and steamed. “I mistakenly believed she was a lady ifrit who had merely taken the shape of a camel to toy with my affections.”

“And you…”

“I wooed her.”

“You wooed her?”

“I brought her gifts. Flowers, incense, sweetmeats.”

“And she…?

“Ate them. Then she spat on me. I became heart-broken until I discovered she was not an infritess playing coy with me, but an actual…”

“Camel,” Dolly and I chorused.

“But you didn’t…” I had to ask.

He looked horrified. “No, of course not. I merely spent time with her. There may have been petting.”


“On her shoulder. One must approach a camel with great care.”

“And all the ifrit women feel…?”

“That if I can’t tell the difference between a charming and beautiful magical djinn and a camel, then I deserve the camel.” He hung his head, cheeks burning. And when I say his cheeks burned, I mean that literally. You could toast marshmallows on the heat rising from his face.

“And they all found out about this because…?”

“It was in the monthly newsletter, The Genie Scenie.”

“That’s a terrible name,” I said. “But you never had actual sex with the—”

“Give me your hands, Gene.” Dolly cut in.

Gene held up his hands, but didn’t take Dolly’s. “Before we begin, I need to tell you that any woman I become involved with must be impervious to high temperatures and to the occasional outbreak.”

“What? Like a rash. I know they can itch and burn sometimes, but they have ointments for that now— Ow!”

Dolly and I need to find a way to communicate silently that doesn’t involve pointy shoes connecting with delicate shins. Ow!

“Outbreak of fire, he means.” Ignoring my cries of pain, she grasped Gene’s hands, sucking in a loud breath, although whether from what she saw or from the heat of his flesh, I didn’t know. He was a hunka’ hunka’ burning love, that’s for sure.

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Here are The Rules: (should you choose to follow them).
Go to page 77 of your current MS.
Go to line 7.
Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences, and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
Tag 7 other victims …er, authors.

Now I'm supposed to tag 7 of my blog buddies, but how 'bout I just say post if you want to, and consider yourself tagged.

Ready, set, go!




Mar. 21st, 2012 01:32 pm (UTC)
Okay, now I soooo want to read on.

What a fascinating blend of formal speech patterns and titles, mixed with modern theory. Is it a sort of steampunk-y type thing? Math-punk? Science-punk?

Either way, it's awesome!

Mar. 21st, 2012 01:34 pm (UTC)
I think of it as New Adult/Magickal Realism. I love it.
Thank you!

If I thought you had a split second available I'd ask you to peer read it. I know better!

Mar. 21st, 2012 01:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks for understanding. I already owe half my crit. group. Yikes!

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