Slipping Through the Crowd, excerpt from Arrival by DD Symms

It’s fun to be part of the Sexy Saturday blog hop. Thanks to Lynn Crain and all the authors who take part. Below is my excerpt from Work in Progress novel Arrival. It’s a follow-up to Boarding, available through Amazon, Breathless Press, and All Romance. We see Jessie Carter after she’s achieved a certain status in the design and fashion world, dancing at an awards dinner.

Enjoy. And click here for the blog hop.

The vintage wine might as well have been flat Seven Up. The four-piece string quartet could have been playing a funeral dirge and for all Jessie Carter cared she’d rather be stuck shivering in a crumbling European castle instead of a gala in New York celebrating her arrangement with retailer Toni B.

“Hey, Jessie. You’re missing something.” A chair scraped on the wooden floor and Callan DeLongpre squeezed himself along the wall and took a seat next to her.

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Your smile.”

Jessie raised an eyebrow. Her upturned lips looked like the grimace of someone who couldn’t digest the buttery Maine lobster or the cheesecake.

Callan touched her shoulder. His fingers were warm and light as a feather. “Let’s dance.”

“Oh.” She had played it safe sitting against the wall. Her bouquet of roses had already been presented and she was looking for a discrete exit, a quick ride to the hotel, and an early morning flight to Los Angeles.

Callan didn’t wait for her consent. Her chair tilted forward as he moved behind her and she couldn’t resist his grip on her hand. “No.” His momentum pulled her from her chair and almost cleared her lethargy. She wobbled on her heels and the hem of her dress seemed to tighten around her.

“Too late.” His tone had a happy lilt. Jessie found it annoying during those times of public scrutiny or deadlines that were impossible to meet. His positive nature was also endearing and by the time he had one arm supporting her back and the other leading her through the tune, the dour mood that engulfed her like a fog lifted. His touch was like magic. “You move quite nicely.”

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Writing is foundational to our communication like running is to sports.
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