Here are 7 sentences from my work-in-progress novel, Arrival.
Damn women. The roundness of the breasts and the softness of curves and the slinky movements always managed to touch Armand and arouse him. Jacqueline was no exception. She didn’t have any more warmth or tenderness to offer him than he would ever imagine offering to her.
Seduction and the heat that radiated didn’t need love in his world in order to ignite. Power was the aphrodisiac and she packed plenty of it.
He countered her sentiment with a reminder of what she and TC had to gain.