Karin Tabke | Author of Contemporary, Historical, and Paranormal Romance: Author of Sensual Romance
Karin Tabke | Author of Contemporary, Historical, and Paranormal Romance: Author of Sensual Romance


First Line Contest Round Three
December 22nd, 2008

 

Okay, folks here are the 60 lines that made it this far!  You have until midnight Friday January 2nd to post these two lines plus a third.  We’ll scale down to six culled entries a week from here on out!   Good Luck! 

 

1. “Who—What—oh God!” Susan shouted, bolting up in bed. “Why are you here?”

2. I hissed when I saw it, my gut coiling, hide crawling in alarm. Skin, damn it, not hide; I hadn’t transformed yet.

3.  “Zeus has summoned you.”
With a growl, Markus rolled over on the giant four poster bed and scowled at Octavious, who stood at the entrance to his chambers, arms crossed over his chest like the arrogant bastard he was.

4. The piercing pain in her chest grew worse, but she couldn’t stop running. A flash of lightning split the darkness once again, temporarily blinding her as thunder roared in her ears and her racing heart felt as if it would burst.

5. The warmth of the desert vanished under a shroud of bone-chilling twilight. And Jackson Neale, cautious now after four bloody years of war, slipped deeper into its murky, concealing cloak.

6. Megan Trent jerked out of a deep sleep at the sound of her clock radio turning on and off by itself in a rapid beat of white noise and eerie silence. She watched as the red display numbers flickered in and out with a frantic Morse code lightshow.

7. The mansion loomed eerily through the swirling mist, a sinister shadow against the backdrop of a storm darkened sky.
Destiny Ryder hunched over the steering wheel and stared through the car window in awe even as apprehension skittered down her spine.

8. Mardi Gras was in full celebration in New Orleans, but Alexander Xavier Montclair, one of the most eligible bachelors in the Queen City social circles, and by far the most handsome, found himself in very cold, very wintery, Charleston on a business trip. Standing six-foot-four, he was tall for a Creole, and his lean, muscular frame gained the respect of most whom he met.

9. It came to Nick Holloway, gradually, that he was lying on cold, hard concrete. Something above held him fast.

10. Thick clouds of steam puffed out of manhole covers and sewer grates, making it extra hard for Henry to see while driving in the dark. The radio sputtered and he reached outside the cab’s window to give the bulky antenna another twist.

11. She was going to die.
What cruel twist of irony would take her life at the hands of the very people she’d tried to save?

12. I squeezed the trigger, the noise of the gun deafening in the confined space of the elevator. My legs trembled as I made my way over to where he lay, sprawled on the parking garage floor.

13. The best thing about being an heiress – the low expectations. Dad still ran the company, and the stockholders would freak if she even started to show an interest.

14. Lacey knew the moment she opened her eyes that something was wrong. The fact that the sun was coming through a window where there should not have been a window, was her first clue, the black cotton sheets covering her naked body was the second.

15. Even two hundred yards away in near-whiteout conditions, Locklen Roane saw the red Accord careening too fast down Highway 145. Had to be a tourist—who else would risk driving in this blizzard?

16. It was feeding time and humans were the only thing on the menu. Krystoff’s acute vision took in the deep crimson that covered the gray cracked sidewalk, the smell of blood thick on the air.

17. I wobbled into my apartment, legs wide, as if I’d spent the last seven hours on a horse. Instead, I’d suffered through the inhumane treatment masochistic women endured—a Brazilian wax.

18. Cold trembling fingers reached out to trace the letters engraved on the headstone, the chilly marble slab the only tangible link to the family Jolene still missed. Ten years hadn’t even begun to numb the pain or take away the gaping hole in her heart.

19. The culinary Casanova was at it again. No way would she go next door for breakfast no matter how tempting the fare.

20.  “I am the Keeper of Paradise, Purgatory and Hell.”
John Parker realized his tone was over-harsh when the shipping clerk backed away, stammering, at his response.

21. Guilty or not, Leonardo faced a death sentence.
Alone in his father’s house, he paced his room, fearful that any moment the Governor’s guards would pound upon the door, drag him to Florence.

22. Fate had painted a bull’s-eye on my back. The ironic thing, I didn’t believe in fate or karma before my brother left a message on my office’s answering machine that was the equivalent to Armageddon dropping a line just to say hey.

23. Jill tried to stand straighter, though the handcuffs bit into her wrists. If this was to be her last moment alive, she was determined to go bravely.

24. Sitting in a graffiti-smeared cell on a Sunday afternoon wasn’t what Molly Hicks would call a good way to end a weekend.

“Dammit, Molly!

25.  “We have a visual on the boat,” Coast Guard Lt. Commander Jake Carver reported. Her gloved fingers tightened around the helicopter’s control stick and she increased air speed.

26.  “That man would have taken you off my hands had you shown one iota of intelligence.” Every one of Uncle John’s hate-filled words was a lance piercing Desiree’s flesh and she didn’t have the armor necessary to withstand the pain.

27. “You want me to do what?” Ainsley asked, nearly choking on her tea at her mother’s announcement. She knew the invitation was not for a pleasant chat, but she had no idea her mother would stoop to this.

28. “I suppose there’s no turning back now,” Lady Emma Caulfield whispered.

“You should have thought of that before you put the story in the Post,” Mary Lambert whispered back.

29. Even after he was dead, my father’s obsession with magic continued to color my life. He hadn’t been dead so long that I didn’t have many memories of him, but my strongest were of slight of hand and illusion.

30. She expected the ragged skeletons that thundered through the orchard on their will o’ the wisp chargers, expected the slow parade of pale eyed ladies with their gossamer hair and butterfly wings, expected even the raven with the broken tail feather that flew among them, darting and swooping through their insubstantial forms to send them whisking skyward like so much smoke, but the heavy hand on her shoulder, the warm breath tickling her ear and the soft, masculine voice whispering “Jane” – these were the trappings of nightmares, the first indication that her life was about to change for the worse.

“It’s done,” he said.

31. The man holding the gun to her head didn’t know what she was capable of.

Tess Damon braced herself in the open doorway of the airplane while shivers raced up and down her body.

32. My name is Isadora Macleod and I am haunted. Take it from me, a life where the dead are your regular clientele is nothing like Hollywood would have you believe.

33. Nadia Reynolds’ cheatin’ SOB of a husband had dumped her for a twenty-something with plastic tits, telling Nadia he didn’t find her attractive any longer. Whatever.

34. How could her friend bring her to such a barbaric event?
Agony radiated off the dark-haired fighter as his blonde opponent twisted his arm into an awkward angle.

35. That’s where the body is.

Amelia’s stomach knotted as she trudged toward the recovery site, carefully watching where she placed her feet in the snow.

36. Traveling through time hurts, at least for the broker. But I’ve grown resistant to the pain and that makes my bounty hunting services invaluable.

37. They had been in the interrogation room for twelve hours straight. He hadn’t left, not even to get coffee or a donut or to tag team in his partner for that whole good cop-bad-cop game.

38. “Even Jane Eyre found her Mr. Rochester.” Lucy Bennett caressed the spine of Charlotte Bronte’s novel and released a sigh.

39. He brought four items to their first date: a spray of orange roses, because he knew they were her favorite flower; a duffle bag containing a change of clothing; three condoms to capture any stray DNA; and a freshly sharpened hunting knife.

With anticipation fizzing through his veins—as effervescent as the finest batch of imported champagne—he plowed through the sprinkler mist dampening the walkway and took the steep steps to her porch two at a time.

40. The Lord of Harmeswood was a madman and a murderer, and Alexandrina Whitsett was headed straight for his house.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true — she and her brother, James, were returning from a weekend house party in Kent, and were about to drive past Harmeswood’s ancient moldering pile, but even that was too close for comfort.

41. If she’d been a bad girl when she had the chance, she probably wouldn’t be dying right now. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

42. It was going to be a dark and stormy night once Hurricane Lex stopped flirting with the coast and got his hands down Savannah’s pants. Teijon didn’t need Goodnight, Atlanta’s weather girl to tell him that, though.

43. The blood on her hands trickled down between shaky fingers. Slowly, Marisol curled her fingers into fists, resting them on her knees, and looked down at the dead man before her.

44. It may sound odd, but sometimes moments in life seem to have a distinct smell. At any moment, of any day, a plethora of aromas can summon a wealth of emotions and memories.

45. The man slouched on the edge of the bed, his fingers clutching the deadly syringe hidden in his jacket pocket. Despite the timpani drum pounding in his chest and echoing in his ears, his face was expressionless.

46. Darkness did not fall gently this day.

It scourged the land like a rolling plague, leaving shadow where there had been shapes—a predatory hunger not unlike his own.

47. His life consisted of death. In fact Lucas Sinclair knew many ways to die.

48. Looking back, my mid-life crisis began on a Tuesday in March, right there on aisle twelve of the local supermarket between the laxatives and the condoms. That’s the day I confronted an assortment of tampon boxes and wondered if my diminishing egg production warranted the forty-eight count economy size.

49. Seven lockers down, my boyfriend was making out with Cheryl, the way-too-perky head cheerleader.

I tried not to stare, but when his hand slid past her waist and over her hip, I slammed my locker shut and stormed off in the opposite direction.

50.  “What do you mean I’m not on your list?” Tomorrow’s final review deadline for the weekend Food section wouldn’t care that she’d made this reservation two weeks ago.

51. Ephraim MacNeill would kill anyone who stood in his way. Still not believing his luck at locating Elizabeth’s current place of imprisonment, he feared the rumor a ruse, or worse—a calculated attempt to draw him into the spider’s web.

52. So very close, Nate Benson thought to himself, trying hard to keep his mind on the purchase contract he was proofing. It was way too soon for celebrations.

53. A hand–oh God, she hoped it was a hand–gripped her ankle like a vise and tugged. Tina clung to the rope for dear life and winced when its nylon thread chafed her leather gloves, but her grit and determination was no match for the sheer force pulling her downward.

54.  “They have a two-hundred thirty year head start and I thought I could find them?” Finn macc Liamór bit back an oath and the urge to hurl the fragile leather-bound journal across the quiet reading room of the Ruehl Institute in San Francisco where Niell and he had buried themselves for the past week.

55. The hate mail started Monday morning.
If she’d known about it, Parker Kennard might have just stayed in bed–or at least stayed away from the office.

56. Jackson Taylor’s toes clenched as he came abruptly awake, the left side of his body shivering. A soft weight held his shoulder down, the feel of a woman’s curves pressing hard against his chest, keeping the right side delectably warm.

57. The young prince was going to die. When the angry mob of outlaws and outcasts finally realized who it was that had fallen into their clutches, they would tear the young nobleman to shreds, and there was nothing Shallah could do to prevent it.

58. I wish alcohol didn’t exist. I shook my head as I watched the chubby chick in the short skirt slurp the dredges from her half gallon carton of orange juice.

59. “What do you mean, ‘You can’t be alone with me?'” Saari planted her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned closer to her laptop’s webcam.

60.  “Oh, hell,” Brit Roberts snapped when the ringing phone on her kitchen wall stopped her in her tracks at seven AM. Already late leaving for work, she turned away and reached for the doorknob, then paused at the second ring.

 

 

Sorry to those who didn’t make it this time around.  Once again, the judge had a difficult time culling; there are so many great lines!  Two of my faves didn’t make the cut this time.  L

 

K*

61 comments to “First Line Contest Round Three”

  1. Diane Garner
    December 28th, 2008 at 6:54 pm · Link

    The man slouched on the edge of the bed, his fingers clutching the deadly syringe hidden in his jacket pocket. Despite the timpani drum pounding in his chest and echoing in his ears, his face was expressionless.

    He stared at the naked, unsuspecting woman asleep on the bed, her slender body seductive even in slumber, her blonde hair a halo on the pillow.



  2. sarah andre
    December 29th, 2008 at 8:24 am · Link

    Even two hundred yards away in near-whiteout conditions, Locklen Roane saw the red Accord careening too fast down Highway 145. Had to be a tourist””who else would risk driving in this blizzard? He shook his head, about to continue trudging the steep hill home when the Honda lurched once then slipped sideways on the highway.



  3. chrisk
    December 29th, 2008 at 3:04 pm · Link

    My name is Isadora Macleod and I am haunted. Take it from me, a life where the dead are your regular clientele is nothing like Hollywood would have you believe. I’d love to claim some saint-worthy purpose, that it’s my calling to guide lost souls to a better place, but that would be a lie.



  4. Kendra
    December 29th, 2008 at 10:07 pm · Link

    That’s where the body is.

    Amelia’s stomach knotted as she trudged toward the recovery site, carefully watching where she placed her feet in the snow. She yanked on the sides of her wool hat and tucked her chin into her scarf as she strode through the fluff, blinking away the swirl of snowflakes



  5. Jennifer
    December 30th, 2008 at 10:28 am · Link

    She expected the ragged skeletons that thundered through the orchard on their will o’ the wisp chargers, expected the slow parade of pale eyed ladies with their gossamer hair and butterfly wings, expected even the raven with the broken tail feather that flew among them, darting and swooping through their insubstantial forms to send them whisking skyward like so much smoke, but the heavy hand on her shoulder, the warm breath tickling her ear and the soft, masculine voice whispering “Jane” ““ these were the trappings of nightmares, the first indication that her life was about to change for the worse.

    “It’s done,” he said. “Your uncle is dead and Edward has inherited all.”



  6. Jamie
    December 30th, 2008 at 10:39 am · Link

    “They have a two-hundred thirty year head start and I thought I could find them?” Finn macc Liamór bit back an oath and the urge to hurl the fragile leather-bound journal across the quiet reading room of the Ruehl Institute in San Francisco where Niell and he had buried themselves for the past week.
    The trail had gone a wee bit cold.



  7. Judi Phillips
    December 30th, 2008 at 4:20 pm · Link

    Nadia Reynolds’ cheatin’ SOB of a husband had dumped her for a twenty-something with plastic tits, telling Nadia he didn’t find her attractive any longer. Whatever. She had a brand new divorce decree, would turn forty in a month and was ready to move on.



  8. Brooke
    December 31st, 2008 at 2:09 pm · Link

    So very close, Nate Benson thought to himself, trying hard to keep his mind on the purchase contract he was proofing. It was way too soon for celebrations. Way too easy for something to come along and screw things up.



  9. Randy
    December 31st, 2008 at 4:56 pm · Link

    Looking back, my mid-life crisis began on a Tuesday in March, right there on aisle twelve of the local supermarket between the laxatives and the condoms. That’s the day I confronted an assortment of tampon boxes and wondered if my diminishing egg production warranted the forty-eight count economy size. See, I worried about a future when the half-empty box, now faded and kinda tattered around the edges, still sat beneath the sink ready to mock me every time I reached for a hair dryer or fresh roll of TP.



  10. trashyknits
    January 1st, 2009 at 6:08 pm · Link

    It was going to be a dark and stormy night once Hurricane Lex stopped flirting with the coast and got his hands down Savannah’s pants. Teijon didn’t need Goodnight, Atlanta’s weather girl to tell him that, though. He’d always known the rain.



  11. Sherry Morris
    January 2nd, 2009 at 3:53 pm · Link

    I wish alcohol didn’t exist. I shook my head as I watched the chubby chick in the short skirt slurp the dredges from her half gallon carton of orange juice. She had been sitting in the first aisle seat when I jumped on the train in Fredericksburg, Virginia.



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