Richard Castle

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

[Castle growls ridiculously then shuts the laptop and pushes away from his desk.]

The same paragraph. Twelve times. I can't write anything else. Nothing wrong with the paragraph but I've got to cut to the chase here. The same paragraph over and over isn't going to cut it.

[That's when he notices the video device is recording. It pulls another growl out of him]

I'm going for a walk.

Yesterday, some kind soul sent me a lovely leather bound journal. It inspired the writer in me to start the second Nikki Heat novel. I thought some of you might appreciate hearing a snippet;

[He clears his throat and prepares to read]

Nikki grasped the hem of her skirt and ripped, rending a tear along the seam all the way up her hip. Yes, this turn of events exposed her finely shaped thigh all the way to the hip but it also allowed her access to the gun in the thigh holster. Neither rain, nor snow nor pencil skirt would keep her from getting her man.

"Rook, you go around front and distract him. I'll come around back and finish the job."

Jameson was percolating an idea in his head even as Nikki gave him instructions.

"I like a woman who takes charge," he told her.

"Figured that one out already. Just do it. We've got a murderous Santa to catch and a Christmas to save."

[Short pause]

Just a rough draft of course. And no it's not the beginning. Writers don't always work chronologically. I tend to write the more exciting parts first.

Yes Beckett, this does mean the sex scenes are already written. I'll let you have a first look at them. Let's say...lunch?