Lucky 7 Meme Day!

ImageIt’s “Lucky 7 Meme” time for me today! I’ve just been tagged by the uber fun and talented Sandra Bunino. If you’ve never been to her website / blog, be sure to pay her a visit, especially on Mondays or Sundays when she often posts her “All Things Girl” column or Six Sentences from her works.



What exactly is The Lucky 7 MEME?  Here’s how it works:

▪                Go to p. 77 of current WIP

▪                go to line 7

▪                copy down next 7 lines/sentences & post them as they’re written

▪                Tag 7 other authors

▪                Let them know

Alrighty then. What’s my latest WIP? Hmm… I’m taking that to truly mean in process vs. nearly released, out on submission, etc.

OK, from My Fair Vampire, Dori is, yet again, receiving instruction from her grouchy vampire sire, Donovan, who speaks first.

“Midnight has large bathrooms.  Get some cowboy to whisk you in there for a quickie–yours not his.”  He smirked.  “But stay away from the doormen.”

“Maybe if you could teach me a little bit of the hypnosis I’d–”

“Damn! You’re like a broken record.”

So…now to tag seven other authors, hopefully ones who haven’t been tagged already. I did check most of these to make sure they’re Lucky virgins.  (Aw come on, you know what I meant!)

Kastil Eavenshade
Emi Gayle
J Keller Ford
R. Brennan
Jennifer Eaton
Ryan Derham
Terri Rochenski

Six Sentence Sunday — My Fair Vampire #3

Welcome to “Six Sentence Sunday”. Thank you for visiting and especially for any comments you might leave me.

This six, like the past two weeks’, comes from an urban fantasy novel I completed a first draft of last summer, book 1 from The Land Of Enchantment series:  My Fair Vampire.

I’ve shown two short scenes with Dori and her sire, Donovan, at odds with each other.  In fairness to Donovan, he can actually be quite charming when he wishes.  In this week’s six, he entertains his progeny, Dori, with what might or might not be a tall tale from his youth in eighteenth century Ireland.  He has just finished explaining how he bested the Banshee who came to claim his grandmother.  In return, the reaper-like spirit agreed to let Donovan choose his grandmother’s replacement.

I should also note that Dori has already remarked that while Donovan normally speaks with barely a trace of an Irish lilt, when he tells his stories, it re-emerges.

The next morning, we learned the terrible, terrible news that during the night the blacksmith had died.  I told my Gram about my deal with the Banshee, and she said, ‘Ach, a wise choice me lad, though I’d have picked the ol’ witch who lives at the bottom of the next hill.’ ”  He roared with laughter and the rest of us couldn’t help but join in.  Watching him let loose was as funny, if not more so, than the tale itself.

I couldn’t help but quip, “No doubt you comforted the (blacksmith’s) daughter in her time of grief then as well, eh?”

He grinned wickedly, and with a faraway look in his eye said, “Aye, that I did.”

The full “tall tale” is posted in Dori’s journal if anyone wants to read more.

Be sure to check out the host site, Six Sentence Sunday, for links to more tantalizing snippets from some very talented writers.

Land of Enchantment