Untitled Book Five #mfrwhooks

In recent posts to Book Hooks, I said I had not one but two WIPs underway. I also said that for me, writing two projects is insanely unwise. Well, one of the two  has withered away, and it’s the one I’ve been sharing.

So I’m switching to the other WIP, which currently has no title, though it will be Book Five in my Alien Contact for Idiots series. I hope to finish it during Camp NaNoWriMo this month, but I’m a slow writer. Here’s the very opening:

Time: Five years from next mid-summer day.

Place: A forest on a Pacific Northwest island that doesn’t exist . . . yet.

“I don’t care how helpful you’re being,” Audra Verhailey panted with as much defiant dignity as she could muster, “I’m not having sex with you.”

Her lanky, dark-skinned guide — an honest-to-God alien from another world, though he looked like someone you’d meet on an Indian Reservation — stopped in mid-stride. He tipped his head to one side and stared at her as though contemplating . . . something. Then he resumed climbing.

Scowling, she followed. If he got too far away, she’d have to shout, and that might wake Roxie, the best baby in the world. The least the alien bastard could do was stop to listen to her.

Her words had been first that either of them had spoken during thirty minutes of climbing through a dense yet kinda pathetic evergreen forest. She’d been meaning to state her terms for at least twenty-nine of those minutes, ever since they started up this damned mountain. But his silence and the steep trail had robbed her of words.

He was being so over-the-top helpful that he obviously wanted something from her. All she had was her baby and her body, and of those two she assumed that he, well . . .

Since this is a WIP, feel free to make suggestions. And be sure to check out the book hooks by other great writers in the Book Hooks blog hop.

I’ve shared this elsewhere, but in case you haven’t seen it, I’ve got to share. Normally I don’t care much for ballet, and normally I don’t play my oboe to accompany ballets — but next weekend I’ll be in the pit with an orchestra for Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty.

One of the high points for me is the extended oboe solo for the Puss in Boots and White Cat dance — and this version of the dance is both beautiful and freakin’ hilarious. Enjoy!

 

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8 comments

  1. I like this, Ed! Is this the very beginning? Either way, you’ve definitely hooked me.

    1. Yes, this is the very beginning, Lisabet. I figured an opening sentence that hints at both sex and potential conflict might be a grabber.

  2. Yes – the assumption could be made what he was after – but then again…it might be something else. Tweeted.

    Have studied ballet and taught ballet – Sleeping Beauty is not my favourite ,but for a non ballet person it is a good ballet- easy to follow the story.

    1. Your background in ballet is interesting, but unsurprising. When some people hear of my background in music, they act as though it’s a big deal to have more than one talent. I don’t think it is, though. If a person has creative urges, those urges might easily find more than one outlet.

  3. Very nice start. How can you stand to write a book without having a title. That’s my first thing before even the characters. There are nice touches of humor here.

    1. I usually have a title in mind, but I find it almost always changes before I type The End. Although a title hasn’t leaped into my mind for this book yet, I know it’ll come eventually.

  4. Cathy Brockman · · Reply

    Interesting hook so is it the baby or body…. I I can see it go either way

    1. You won’t find out for sure for quite awhile.

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