Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to “Six Sentence Sunday”. Thank you for visiting and especially for any comments you might feel inclined to offer. Yes, I changed my blog theme, just temporarily for Halloween. I thought it was rather fun.

Today’s six comes once again from a little novelette I’m writing as a companion to my debut novel, The P.U.R.E. Jon and Gayle are dining at Jon’s parents’ home. Gayle is being a bit introspective now that all the initial awkwardness is beginning to fade.

[Jon] squeezed my knee in response, stroking the flesh with his thumb. Oh boy, someone was already warming up for dessert. He flashed his shark-like smile, no doubt picturing me as the cherry on top. With a home-cooked meal in his belly, his reserves fully charged, the evening promised to be quite energetic once the turkey drugs wore off. My giblets warmed at the thought of a warm and sated Jon stretched out in my bed, that same predatory smile affixed to his face. If only I didn’t have to pee like a racehorse on steroids.

Gayle, Gayle, Gayle…only you can end a sexy song on a coarse note.

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

#SixSunday – The Morning After (Purely Relative #3) (clairegillian.com)
#SixSunday – Purely Relative #2 (clairegillian.com)
#SixSunday – Meet the Parents (clairegillian.com)

Today’s six comes from a little novelette I’m writing as a companion to my debut novel, The P.U.R.E. This is an intimate moment between Jon and Gayle, the morning after Gayle’s fateful first meeting of his parents and a puzzling discovery.

The muscles of his biceps and shoulders rippled as he plumped his pillow beneath his neck, his eyes never leaving mine. How did such a formidable male animal end up with me? He could break me if he wanted, snap me in half with his powerful hands, cut me with a harsh word. And yet I danced on the blade’s edge, bared my neck to him in submission, loving it, him.

“Morning.” I moved closer, shifting onto my side to press my back against his front from sternum to groin, a groin that was wide awake and rather bossy.

Despite that first paragraph’s last sentence, this isn’t a Dom/sub story….just so no one gets any wrong ideas.

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

Oh, and one other little announcement before you go, if I may be so shameless. My 50 Shades Naughtier alter ego, Lila Shaw, has a new book releasing tomorrow, Succubus Games, AND a big birthday blog hop that kicks off, so would love a visit then to check out all the festivities. Web address is: LilaShaw.com