Six Sentence Sunday

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This six comes from my story in Tidal Whispers, an ocean creature themed anthology that releases tomorrow from J. Taylor Publishing. My story is called “The Sweetest Song” and features a siren, Circe, and the captain of the only fishing vessel ever to have eluded her destructive clutches, not once but three times.

In this scene, Circe is trying to leave Otis because she realizes he may be more dangerous to her heart than she could ever be to his fishing boat.

The rain had stopped, and twilight had rolled in, though it would not get dark, not for a few more moon cycles.

Otis didn’t say a word but caught hold of her hand and brought it to his lips. She stepped closer, close enough for him to slide his other hand around her waist and draw her near. His lips descended to drop a light kiss on hers.

It wasn’t enough. One kiss would never be enough.

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Welcome to “Six Sentence Sunday”. Thank you for visiting and especially for any comments you might feel inclined to offer.

This six comes from my in process novel, Sins of Our Mothers (ha!) in which the heroine is taking a test she desperately wants to fail:

Two lines made her decisions more immediate; one line gave her time to evaluate options.

How could it have happened?

She ran through her sexual encounters and could remember none that had been near misses…at least at the time. Two lines meant one of them hadn’t been a miss but a strike. One line meant she had more chances. Two lines meant her old life was officially dead, her future wounded and with a permanent limp.