Here is a little snippet from one of the scenes I'm working on:

"Hey Big Man. It's me, uh, Keisha. Since you can't seem to answer any other damn request I’ve made before, can you do me a solid this once? I really need a win. Please!"

"Who are you talking to?"

Startled, I jerk so violently that it causes the knot to tighten around my ankles, and the next thing I know, I’m on the floor with a goose egg forming on the back of my head.  

“Crap! Keisha, are you fine?”

Seeing how handsome he looked even upside down, with those dark chocolate eyes and perfect lips forming that sexy frown of his, I can’t stop myself from saying:

“I know what you are, but what am I?”

“Uh…possibly concussed.”

Considering how much my head is throbbing and that I’m starting to get dizzy, I have to agree, but I can't let this deter me.

"More like under your spiel."

"You mean spell?"

"Mmm...that too. Now, I don't have to wish to be crossed-eyed to see you twice." Or that's what I'm trying to say, but based on how alarmed he looks, I fear the message was not delivered correctly.