Get ready for the unexpected, goes the popular saying, and here I am, getting it right in the face, like a cold snowball fresh out of my freezer. See Freezer Balls, Festive Logs, and Tobogganing is Dangerous. Not only have I loosed off lines from The Heuer Effect, the second in my series, on Twitter #1lineWed, but I find myself very juiced over getting back to the full MS. Hooray for unexpected inspirations! So here it is @BookEmDonna @CryssaBazos @DaleRLong67 @KriegYvonne @AJH_Ray @CaitJarrod @KyBunnies @AdriennedeWolfe @SilverJames_ @JulieKMulhern @TamraLassiter @iamruthwalker ; The Bigger Tweet from The Heuer Effect:
“The weather, by turns unforgiving in its nastiness, was an unexpected ally. Shoes back on, she crossed with him over a frigid parking lot under the protection of cloud cover. If there was a moon it did not show, and for this she was glad. She had not got naked in front of a man before; not even Jimmy, and the prospect of close physical examination perturbed her. It was cold. So cold. There was also the issue of Heuer’s feet, which were small, and if the popular myths were to be believed, then so too was his dick. She reached for it, grazing the zipper just like she had moments earlier. She could not tell.
“Wait,”’ he laughed. “Wait. Kommen Sie mit mir, und ich werde Ihnen etwas zeigen, dass Sie vorher nicht gesehen haben. – Come with me and I’ll show you world’s you’ve never seen before.”
It was all she could do to keep from swooning. The heat from the dance hall, combined with the lure of the car, which now came into view, drove her out of her mind. The Chevelle, encased in a sheer coat of gossamer faerie ice waited in the darkest corner. Hidden from onlookers by a tall fence and a dumpster, only her keen eyes could spot the emblems – the mighty 454 on the front quarter panels and the SS on the grill – badging so spectacular that even a novice would know she was special.
Heuer opened the door and got in the back seat only to reach forward into the driver’s side where he started the engine. The heating system was pretty good, but it would take some time to kick in and for the moment she wondered if this wasn’t an invitation to flee. In fact it might have been. Vampire legends spoke of free will: if the heroine wanted to go with the monster she must do so willingly. She grinned at him, filing her observation for future savoring.
He offered his hand, and she accepted it, taking her place beside him in the back seat of the mighty Chevelle.”
Thank you @RWAKissofDeath. Thank you #1lineWed