Every Sunday, a group of us sign up at the Nuthouse Scribblers blog and post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences from a work in progress. Here’s mine for the week from Exhibition 

Up until now, Grace had felt disconnected from her body. As if by not seeing it because of the blindfold, her flesh didn’t exist. Even the guests signing on her skin had felt academic; their impartiality to her body matching her own. The thrill of it had been more about the idea than sensation. Now, feeling his fingers trace over her curves, outlining her and giving her back form, she felt her awareness grow from her mind, expand and become a body. Her skin prickled with its new awareness.

Nicolette Hugo ©