8 sentences from my current WIP Bloodstone
She pulled the pan back and the door hinge creaked. Without another thought, Ebony swung the iron as hard as her small form would allow hoping to make contact with the intruders face. It connected with a sickening thump and she dropped the pan not expecting it to hurt when she hit him. The male form fell to the floor.She flipped a switch and light flooded the kitchen. Broad shoulders slack against tile and his face had turned away from her toward the stove. Whoever the hell he was, Ebony intended to make sure he knew he’d just screwed up. Acting quickly she pushed a chair against the stove and grabbed some rope from under the sink.