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Weekend Writing Warriors – A Ball of Energy

Weekend Warrior WritersToday on Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday, I’m sharing eight sentences from my untitled contemporary romance. While hibernating the winter in a beach house Josh is being paid to remodel, the former K9 handler is befriended by a service puppy in training. Last week, Josh was jogging along the beach when a black puppy rushes him. This snippet is from Tori’s point of view, the dog’s owner.

He knelt down as the pup sprayed sand in all directions with a hearty shake. “Aren’t you a ball of energy?”

Up until now, Sky had been somewhat timid around strangers and Tori worried she’d made a poor choice in picking a service dog. “You’re the first person she’s approached since I began her training.”

Passing her a questioning glance, he gave Sky a hand command and said, “Sit.” The puppy sank her rump on the sand. “Good girl,” the handsome stranger said, his face softening. Evidently his stern nature didn’t apply to K9s.

Sorry about the speech tags. I don’t like using them unless necessary. These helped get to a stopping point. Now its time to check out the other amazing authors at Weekend Writing Warriors.

 

 

Weekend Writing Warriors – Puppy Love

Weekend Warrior WritersToday’s Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday post is entitled Puppy Love. I’m sharing eight sentences from my untitled contemporary romance. While hibernating the winter in a beach house Josh is being paid to remodel, the former K9 handler is befriended by a service puppy in training. Today’s snippet is from the puppy owner’s point of view.

Broad shoulders molded a black hoodie to perfection as the only other person on the beach jogged toward Tori and Sky. A black beanie with Hurley logo rode low at his brows. The slight limp in his gait seemed out of character for his athletic build. His piercing steel, gray eyes squinted as his gaze fell upon her dog.

Sky’s interest on the wind blown seaweed shifted to the approaching stranger and greeted him with a fearless bark before breaking into a run.

“Heel,” she commanded. At the end of the lead, Sky tumbled head first forming a black fur ball causing Tori to laugh.

The man stopped, his lips curling against a day’s growth of beard revealing a bright grin.

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