#8Sunday #SexySnippets #WeekendWritingWarriors: Luna #paranormal #romance #Weak #HIS

 Happy Sunday, guys!

August is almost here and I can hardly wait!! My holidays are barely  a week away and I'm excited! I can't wait to get some rest and possibly some writing too. *fingers crossed* As a heads up, I'll probably be late in visiting other authors blogs today, but I will be there.

Anyway, on to the snippet!

Let's recap: Clare (aka Luna), has met a mysterious, yet hunky, alien who's come to take her back to his home. She believes he's Mikelo, the alien boy she'd met twenty years ago... but he's presented himself as Serrik. In shock, Clare doesn't know how to react. Serrik taunts her and asks her why she is not screaming. In the previous snippet he tells her that her destiny is tied with his people. Clare denies it and  he threatens her. Serrik will do whatever it takes to get Clare back to his world and to Mikelo. 

Serrik has let Clare know that if she doesn't adapt to his alien world she'll die (be killed). Clare runs and Serrik follows at a slow pace until he gets tired, hides behind a tree and re-captures her.  Finally, he drags her back to his own world, where we meet Mikelo, who is in turn, watching Clare sleep and thinking... 

Finally, you can read the older snippets here:  

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Snippet 3 

Snippet 4

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Snippet 6

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Snippet 8

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Snippet 17
Snippet 18

Hope you're all having a great weekend!   

XOXO,

Elyzabeth

 

ps: Creative editing has taken place to fulfill guidelines!

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Clare’s cheeks were marred by black paint, her dress was torn and her hair disheveled, yet, the flush on her rosy cheeks and the pout in her pink lips were delectable. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned like a wounded animal. Mikelo hurried to her side. Her dreams were clearly not pleasant. A thought occurred to him. He rubbed his hands together and held them over her head. He could crush her with his hands as he’d done to other enemies. He smiled. His Clare Luna was not an enemy, she was human and weak, yes, but she was his human. 

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So, what do you think?

 

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