Sunday, September 25, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! I appreciate everyone who stops by.

Today I've decided to post a sexy little snippet from book currently under consideration with The Wild Rose Press. Last I heard the Champagne editor was sending it to a Scarlet editor. Apparently my partial makes her wonder if it's an erotic. I don't think so, but it does have its moments. So I thought I'd post one.



His voice lowered. “Are you alone?”

“Yes.” The words left her mouth low and breathy and way too honest. His provocative tone, the need in his voice, pulled all rational thought from her brain.

She should end this now.

“Are you on the bed?”




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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Hi there! Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! Thanks again to everyone who returns every week. The love is always appreciated! As promised, I'm picking up where I left off last week.



She loved this house, and right then, with the all the windows lit up, it looked warm and cozy and so welcoming it wanted to draw her in. What an ironic twist of fate. Two weeks ago, after waiting six months for Jackson to come after her and beg her to come home, she’d finally forced herself to realize he wasn’t going to. That her marriage had come to an end and it was time she faced it. She’d gone to see a lawyer and started divorce proceedings. Now here she was, back in the one place she’d sworn she wasn’t ever coming back to.



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Sunday, September 4, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! I missed last week. A complete oversight on my part. I looked up and suddenly it was Sunday and I realized not only had I forgotten to sign up, I'd forgotten to schedule my post. Ah well.

This week's snippet picks up where the last one left off.



Her quiet, breathy moan echoed through his thoughts.

Colt let out a pent-up breath and forced his fists to unfurl, wishing he could do the same for the knot in his gut. Six years spent trying to rid himself of the torturous memories, trying to forget her, and three little words from that sweet, familiar voice brought it all to the surface to torture him all over again.

Taking a deep breath, he drew from years of combat training and shoved everything back down where it was supposed to be. Positive he had himself under control, he forced a poker face and turned, meeting a pair of familiar green eyes. A soft smile played across her mouth that didn’t match the nervous edge in her gaze.




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