Six Sentence Sunday

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.

Uh-oh…is she or isn’t she?

Let’s take a quick poll:

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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 debut novel, The P.U.R.E, which releases tomorrow!!!

In this scene, main characters, Gayle and Jon, interrupt their after hours sleuthing in the office for a little R&R:

Jon lifted his head, his fingers dancing the tarantella. “Okay, but make sure you get my good side.” He went right back to the business of separating me from my clothes until I was naked from the waist down. His own fell around his knees, the jingle of his buckle adding a naughty reminder of how scandalous we’d become. The condom in his hand and a sly grin on his face hinted of a pre-meditated seduction. Sneaky bastard.

As George Takei would say, “Oh my!”

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