Weekend Writing Warrors

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! This is one of several successors to Six Sentence Sunday. I also post it as part of Snippet Sunday:

As mentioned before, I have a new release coming out around April 30th called Purely Relative (The P.U.R.E., #1.5). I revealed the cover on February 28th. Book trailer reveal will be this coming Thursday. I started sending out ARCs to reviewers last night. But enough about that. On with the eight!

Last week, I shared the very first eight sentences of the story. This week, I’ll give you a little more of Gayle’s stressing out over Thanksgiving with her boyfriend’s family. In the predecessor book, she and Jon were caught in flagrante delicto by one of Jon’s siblings who may or may not have blabbed to the rest of the family she has yet to meet. Gayle is in her bathroom applying the final touches to her makeup:

I shuddered and contemplated my lipstick shade. Harlot Red or Porn-Star Pink didn’t seem to be wise choices, nor did going natural.

“Gayle, are you about ready? We don’t wanna be late for the turkey carving.” Jon’s far-too-cheerful voice bled through my bathroom door.

Why was he so unaffected and happy? Didn’t he know they were probably going to hate me? In addition to not being Thalia, I was also responsible for getting him fired from the firm we both used to work for.

Heh-heh…poor Gayle.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! This is the successor to Six Sentence Sunday.

As mentioned before, I have a new release coming out around April 30th called Purely Relative (The P.U.R.E., #1.5). I revealed the cover on February 28th. Last week’s eight featured sentences taken from The P.U.R.E. that were the genesis for my latest addition to Gayle’s adventures.

Here are the first eight sentences of Purely Relative told in Gayle’s POV:

Most people think meeting your boyfriend’s family is a hallmark of commitment. I’d have rather been committed than go to the Cripps’ for a home-cooked Thanksgiving meal. Oh, I loved a gluttonous turkey feast as much as anyone. The meal wasn’t the problem. Wondering how much Jon’s sister, Jenny, had shared about the night she met me kept me on a steady diet of fingernails and nerves.

Catching me and her little brother going at it in her guest bedroom probably wasn’t the best way for him to announce he’d traded in his longtime family friend/fiancée for some short blonde chick with a fat ass. I didn’t steal him from Thalia. He told me I didn’t.

Ooh…I think we can expect a little tension at that family get-together!