Six Sentence Sunday

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Today’s six comes from a little novella I’m writing as a light-hearted companion to my debut novel, The P.U.R.E., tentatively titled, Purely Relative. Gayle is chatting with Jon’s sister, Jenny and her fiance, Scott. Gayle is on edge because her first introduction to Jenny had happened when she was caught in flagrante delicto with Jon in Jenny’s house. In this scene, the foursome are making small talk, discussing books:

“And what are you reading,” Scott asked.

“She’s reading that latest bestseller about BDSM that everyone’s been talking about,” Jon volunteered. “Whips and chains and spankings, oh my!”

Why Jon chose then to speak on my behalf when his normal M.O. was Mr. Stoic I’d never understand. But he did, leaving me to answer for my prurient reading tastes, never mind that I’d finished the aforementioned sexy novel and had moved on to a Stephen King horror classic. I’d have never brought up the topic of reading were I still wading in the sexy.

Poor Gayle…. (this seems to be the common theme thus far)

Like my Regrettable Cover of the Month entry? I’ve been teaching myself Photoshop lately. Shut up! I didn’t say I was any good at it yet. That’s me in the middle…er, I mean on the far left. LOL

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

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 the current opening of the story I’ve tentatively titled, Purely Relative. The six is mostly backstory, I must confess. I know, I know, starting with pure backstory is bad, but it’s just a draft for now and I thought it was kind of funny. May end up on the cutting room floor, so read it now or never.

Most people think meeting your boyfriend’s family is a hallmark event of commitment. I’d have rather been committed than go to the Cripps’ home for a home-cooked Thanksgiving meal. Oh, I loved a gluttonous Thanksgiving feast as much as anyone. That wasn’t the problem. Walking into his home and wondering how much Jon’s sister, Jenny shared about the night she sort of met me was what kept me on a steady diet of fingernails and the lining of my mouth. Catching me and her little brother buck naked, going at it in her guest bedroom probably wasn’t the best way to announce he’d traded his long time family friend and fiancée for some short blonde chick with a fat ass.