Friday, August 27, 2010

Writer's Challenge # 1

I decided to try out the Writer's Challenge over at eHarlequin. It's a bi-weekly thing. The winner gets to pick what we write about for the next challenge, and you're only allowed to write 1,000 words max.. For this one we had to use these words somewhere in the story: beach, volleyball, sun, sand, and ouch. Sometimes we get a picture and sometimes not. It just depends on who's giving the challenge. This was our inspiration photo:

Faith stepped onto the beach, her shoes in hand. The grainy sand squished beneath her toes as she made her way over to the lounge chair. She’d left the house later than she had intended, she got stuck in traffic on her way to meet a friend at the beach. The bright sun shone down, she cupped her hand across her forehead, scanning the area and spotted her friend ahead of her. Bailey waved her over to where they sat.

“What took you so long?”

“I overslept and the traffic was backed up on the five.” Faith lowered herself on the lounge chair.

“Have you heard anything about the promotion?” Nikki asked.

“No, hopefully Monday. The suspense is killing me, but I just want to relax today, and soak up some sun.”

Nikki, stood up, “You want something to drink?”

“Yeah, a water.”

Faith laid face down on the chair. It had been a hard week at work for her. She’d taken on more cases than she really needed to, but she really wanted the promotion. It seemed when one came up it was always between her and another woman named Stacy. Her eyes closed and she let her mind clear. The sound of the ocean and people on the beach was all she could hear. The salty ocean air filled her lungs. It always had a soothing effect on her.

Something hard hit her head, forcing her head up. Faith raised a hand to the spot rubbing it.


“I’m so sorry… are you all right?” A husky voice said from in front of her.

Faith jumped and looked up, her heart raced. Washboard abs caught her attention first, she moved her gaze up further. He had arms to die for. His face was the kind that would make any woman melt with just one look. Her hand itched to run through his jet-black hair.

I've died and gone to heaven!

“It’s okay…I’m fine,” she rose up, and sat on her legs. Baby you can hit me any time.

“I’m Brad.”

“I’m Faith.”

He brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it gently. She felt warmth spread up her hand.

“Would you like to join us for a game of volleyball? We could really use another player.”

“I don’t know how to play.” The words flew out of her mouth before she had time to think about what she was saying. It wasn’t her style to lie and act dumb just to snag a guy, but something about him made her tongue tied.

“Come on, I’ll teach you.” Brad took Faith’s hand and helped her out of the chair; she tripped over her bag, and slammed into his chest. Their gaze locked on one another; time stood still for what felt like an eternity. She needed a fan. He released his hold and she followed him.

OMG! Could I have been a bigger klutz?

Just my luck. I hit the girl I’d been staring at since she walked on the beach thirty minutes ago. She’d caught his attention as he served the ball…she strolled onto the beach wearing cut-off shorts, t-shirt, her blonde hair pulled back in a clip.Brad gave her the ball and stood behind her. “Place the ball in your left hand.”

“Like this?” Faith shot him a look over her shoulder.

“No, hold it this way,” his hand slid up her arm and took her hand in his. A spark shot between them, and he forgot what he’d been doing before. He shook his head. “Now take this hand and pull back slightly.” Brad took her hand showing her how to do it.“Now you try.”

“Okay.”Faith took the ball from him and did as he instructed. She made sure not to hit hard just yet. She’d save that for the game.

“Good, let’s play.” He moved toward the other side, but turned back around pinning her with a stare. “How about the loser has to kiss the winner?”

“Sure, I’m game for that. Get ready to go down.”

She moved to the front, and he served first, Faith jumped and spiked the ball back over, earning a side-out for her team. The years of playing in Middle and High School was about to pay off for her. Her high school team had won the state championship. She rotated to the back, placed the ball in her right hand this time, and sent him a saucy smile, then shot the ball over, scoring a point for the girls.

Brad ate more sand than he’d ever remembered, but he wasn’t about to let the girls win this one. It also didn’t help that Faith in her blue bikini was making his pulse race and he could barley pay attention to the game.She had one wicked serve; he couldn’t believe he fell for her “I don’t know how to play” act. Not like he minded showing her to play and the feel of her satin skin under his fingertips. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her lush lips.

Get your head in the game and off the sexy goddess about to serve again.

He saw it coming over, and dove to keep it in play, but once again, he missed, and fell face first in the sand. He heard someone laughing in front of him. Lifting his head, he saw the beauty standing in front of him with her hand on her hip, pressing her lips in a line trying not to laugh again.

“Good game, he mumbled, as he rose from the ground.”

Faith handed him a towel. “Yeah, good game.”

Brad reached out and pulled her against him. “So, you’ve played before.”

“Yes,” a smile curved her lips.

“I think we have a bet to take care of.” Brad bent down, captured her lips, stealing the very breath from her lungs, making her weak in the knees.

Copyright 2010 Allyson Carter

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