8 Sentence Sunday

Every Sunday (if I remember), I’ll post eight sentences of what I’ve been working on during the past week! It will be rough and unedited, but that’s okay. Every book’s gotta start somewhere. Plus, it means I’ll write at least eight sentences per week.

A tall man stood behind her. He was the only man she’d seen so far without a tuxedo on. Instead, he wore a high-collared, double-breasted black jacket with a red sash from his left shoulder across his chest to his right hip. The gilded belt around his waist accentuated the definition of the body beneath it. His black slacks ended as they dove into shined black knee-high boots.

He smiled and spoke with a thick Russian accent: “Would you like to dance?”

His eyes were mesmerizing, the pupils ensconced in a sunburst of golden green, which faded into the blue of an incoming storm. Mattie was lost in them for a moment before she said, “Yes.”

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