Looks Like a Blog Post

I've been MIA due to real life issues but I saw this challenge and had to respond. This writing challenge comes from Dianne Hartsock, a wonderful writer. The challenge is this: Find the word LOOK in one of your current WiPs, select three, and post the paragraphs around the word. Easy, peasy right? Wrong!

I had a tough time with this because the WiPs I am working on didn't have a single LOOK word in them. Granted they are very new and I haven't gone far with them yet. So I went to an older one that is scheduled for major surgery (ie a serious rewrite) called The Sweet Spot. And because Dianne shared the love with me, I am sharing it with others. By the way, if I've called your name and you've already done this or don't want to, that is absolutely fine.

  Doris O'Connor, Lee Brazil, Aurelia B. Rowl, Karyn Gerrard, Ivy Bateman

 #1 He surveyed their surroundings in anticipation of an irate newlywed husband. If she were his woman, Tate would never leave her alone at a bar. In fact, they wouldn't be in a bar, they'd be in bed. As he took her left hand, he tangled his fingers with hers and felt for a ring.

 "No ring," he lifted her hand to examine it, "and no tan line. So when is the big day?"

 "Three days ago. I left him at the altar." Her eyes shifted away before looking directly at him again.

 "His loss," he murmured. "You just picked the wrong guy I guess."

 #2 "Don't look at him. Don't look, don't look, don't look!" She glanced at the man lying in bed and her heart clenched.

 He was sprawled on his back, large, lean and well muscled, the bed sheet barely draped over his nakedness. His arms were raised and resting on the pillow on either side of his head. Even relaxed and sleeping, his biceps were impressively large. The corded muscle continued along his shoulders and neck. His dark hair was tousled and shining in the rays of light that filtered through the window. His eyes remained closed but she remembered the vivid blue-green. Dark eyelashes fanned against high cheekbones and his full, sensual mouth curved in a smile that even in sleep was wicked. 

Willa's gaze lowered to the broad well-defined chest blanketed by a light thatch of curly brown hair. She paid particular attention to the line of hair that trailed down a set of impressive washboard abs and disappeared under the sheet. Her fingers itched to trace the path of the treasure trail.

 #3 "Where are we going?"

 "My place, it isn't far."

 Puzzled by Willa's soft laughter, he turned around to look at her. "What is it?"

 "It's just--you probably don't remember but you said those words to me that night on the beach before, you know, we had sex."

 He did remember that night, even if it was fragments here and there. If his luck held, they would be doing the same thing tonight.