I enjoy writing Science Fiction, and Thriller / Suspense, but sometimes I wonder if I should be writing romance instead. An excerpt from my current manuscript, the first draft of “Helix Helix: DNA Detective.” I have no idea if any of this will stay, right now I’m still trying to find my footing with the story.

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The house was already crowded, the din from downstairs penetrating the sanctuary of my bedroom. I smoothed my suit again, a nervous habit, my hand drifting to my coat pocket as it checked and re-checked the position of the ring. I was trying not to be too obvious, not that she would notice.

Across the room, Charlotte was primping and preening in the mirror, her long gunmetal gray dress flowing around her, hints of lace and crystal sparkling up from her shoulders, winking at me. She had been standing in the mirror for at least an hour now, making sure she was absolutely perfect before we made our grand entrance into the party below.

“You know you don’t have to dress that formal, right?” she asked. Her lips danced around her words as she applied her red lipstick.

“Hey, when my girl looks as good as you do,” my words trailed off. I crossed over to her and grabbed her, my hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her into me. My mouth searched for her, but she pushed me away, shaking her head.

“I just put my lips on. Could you at least wait a few minutes before you mess them up?”

Shut down again. “Fine. But can we finally go downstairs and join the party? Everyone has been here for at least an hour now. They’re going to start to wonder where I am.”

She turned and checked herself in the mirror one last time and then nodded at me. Her hand slid into the crook of my arm. “Lead the way.” She smiled up at me and my knees went weak for just a moment.