Thank you so much for
stopping by. I have a new WIP begun some time ago that I've just started
revising this week. Here is the opening scene from a brand-new
work-in-progress titled, To Love or Not to Love. The city I chose for my prompt this week is New York City.
One
minute he was running on the bridle path in Central Park, the next he was
flying through the air! Penn Robinson landed flat on his back, the wind knocked
out of him for a second. He looked up into a pair of soulful brown eyes
belonging to a handsome Golden Retriever.
Buddy! Was it Buddy, his beloved
golden, who died seven years ago?
He
reached up to touch the dog he didn’t believe was real when he heard a voice.
“Are
you hurt? Should I call 911?”
Penn
switched his gaze from the dog, who had now begun to lick his face, to the most
beautiful pair of green eyes, framed in black lashes he had ever seen. Her face
with a peaches-n-cream complexion was framed with long hair as dark as midnight.
“Lucky
didn’t mean to knock you over. See, he’s sorry.” The dog continued to lick him.
“Are you okay? Can you talk?”
Penn
pushed himself into a sitting position.
“I’ll
live. Is this your dog?” He petted Lucky’s back.
“I’m
his dogwalker.”
“Some
dogwalker…can’t keep control of your dog.” His eyes moved from Lucky to the
stunning woman crouched before him. His gaze roamed over her luscious figure
with curves in all the right places.
“You’re
okay?” Her brows knitted.
“No
thanks to Lucky, here…or you, for that matter.”
“You’re
right. I’m sorry. When he sees a squirrel, he bolts. My fault all the way. I’m
Miranda Bradford.” She stood up then extended her hand.
Penn
used it to pull himself up.
“Penn
Robinson.”
“What
can I do to make it up to you?” Miranda picked up the dog’s leash.
It
was a gorgeous day in Central Park in New York City, warm, with clear blue
skies and sunshine so bright it coated all the flowers and leaves with
brilliance. It was a day like every other day in early June in New York City.
Penn looked at his watch.
“Have
breakfast with me at the boathouse.”
“I
can’t…Lucky here.”
“We’ll
eat outside. He’s allowed to sit with us.”
“Glad
to see your injury isn’t fatal. It hasn’t killed your appetite.” She tried to
hide a smile.
She
wore black bicycle shorts topped by a low-cut turquoise tank top. The outfit
molded her figure perfectly, leaving little to his imagination – which kicked
into overdrive anyway.
“My
stomach…and my appetite…have remained unharmed. Will you join me?”
So has my appetite for
beautiful young women.
“Guess
so. If you’re a serial killer, Lucky’ll protect me.”
“How?
By licking me to death?” Penn continued to pet the retriever as they moved
toward the lake. A smile played with his lips.
Would love your feedback. Please feel free to leave a comment.
I love the new story. Of course having a Golden in it doesn't hurt
ReplyDeleteLove your use of New York City, especially when you emulate the song and use it twice!!
ReplyDeleteLovely, descriptive piece of writing, I'd like to learn more about them. Is Penn really a womaniser you seem to be hinting at?
I already feel in love with Penn and Miranda. I'm partial to New York City and I'm an animal lover. Can't wait to see how Lucky brings these two together.
ReplyDeleteI felt as if I were sitting on a bench, watching this take place! Loved Lucky too!
ReplyDeleteNext someone falls over my dog I hope I get some breakfast out of it instead of just a nasty glare :-)
ReplyDeleteLoved it, Jean.
Love this, Jean. I already like these characters and can see it's the start another great love story. And Lucky is a great addition. Would love to read of this.
ReplyDeleteLove this first meeting between the two of them...and Lucky. :)
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