Welcome to the Six Sentence Sunday final farewell. Yep you heard (or read actually) correctly, this will be the last hurrah! It's been a wonderful ride, the relatively few times I've been able to participate. I'm sad to see it go, but unfortunately all things come to an end. With that being said, here is my last offering. Today I'll be sharing another offering from from my unedited WIP Déjà vu. In this moment, Jordan's need almost becomes more than Cade can stand.
“I…” she frowned but didn’t finish her sentence.
“You what, Jordan?”
“How do you know my name?” She attempted to push against him but he held her firm.
“Your name tag.”
He lifted a hand to brush the indented plastic and became flooded with a surge of the woman's sexual need.
Thank you for stopping by one last time. I hope you've enjoyed visiting as much as I've appreciated your visits. Don't forget to check back at Six Sentence Sunday for more great teasers.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Six Sentence Sunday 1/20/13
Welcome back for more Six Sentence Sunday. Pay no attention to the fact that I'm the one who went missing for...well who's counting anyway. Moving right along, today I'll be sharing for the first time, from my unedited WIP Déjà vu. In this share, Jordan and Cade meet for the first time. Yipee.
“Stop.”
The word came out of her mouth at a whisper and he’d almost missed it. He didn’t move in any direction. Almost as if he were glued to her. He swallowed hard past the desire thrumming through his veins. “Why?”
As always, I hope you enjoyed your visit. Don't forget to check back at Six Sentence Sunday for more great teasers.
“Stop.”
The word came out of her mouth at a whisper and he’d almost missed it. He didn’t move in any direction. Almost as if he were glued to her. He swallowed hard past the desire thrumming through his veins. “Why?”
As always, I hope you enjoyed your visit. Don't forget to check back at Six Sentence Sunday for more great teasers.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The MIA Status Must Stop!
Well here I am again, clawing my way back to productivity. Life has a way of knocking me off my path, but damn it I just keep giving distractions the finger as I insist on pushing forward. So it's been weeks certainly not months since I've written, edited or created any new projects. Must do something about this before I go crazy.I don't have any timelines or OCD type written plans, because I just don't vibe with those... and to be honest I am insanely jealous of anyone who can. Well, anywho, enough with the chatter, I'm off to work on promo (no worries there will be no spamming, because spamming is the devil), actual writing, editing and overall getting my ass in gear... for the trillionth time!
Wish me luck (I'm going to need all I can get)!
Wish me luck (I'm going to need all I can get)!
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday 10/7/12
Welcome back for more Six Sentence Sunday. I'm sharing more from my WIP Taming the Wolf. In this scene Wolf has used an unfair advantage to "coerce" Redd into going with him.
“If you expect me to go with you I need to at least know your name.”
“Wolf,” he answered with a shrug.
“Of course,” she replied with a quiet chuckle. “What else would it be?”
“So you’re coming?”
“You’ve left me no choice.”
As always, I hope you enjoyed your visit. Don't forget to check back at Six Sentence Sunday for more great teasers.
“If you expect me to go with you I need to at least know your name.”
“Wolf,” he answered with a shrug.
“Of course,” she replied with a quiet chuckle. “What else would it be?”
“So you’re coming?”
“You’ve left me no choice.”
As always, I hope you enjoyed your visit. Don't forget to check back at Six Sentence Sunday for more great teasers.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday 9/23/12
Welcome back for more Six Sentence Sunday. Today I'll be sharing more from my current release, Curse of the Demon Queen. Aamon of course is trying to resist, and Lilith is enjoying the fact that he can't.
He tried not to revel in her touch. Resisting her never worked—his body betrayed him every time—and he loathed the instant reaction she drew from him. She’d stabbed him in the back and twisted the blade, yet he still wanted her. Obviously, he needed his head examined.
“Look at that,” she whispered as her gaze traveled down his naked form. “I don’t think you hate me as much as you let on.”
If you'd like the complete version, this story of yummy naughtiness can be purchased in it's entirety at Cobblestone Press, Amazon and B&N. As always, I hope you enjoyed your visit. Don't forget to check back at Six Sentence Sunday for more great teasers.
He tried not to revel in her touch. Resisting her never worked—his body betrayed him every time—and he loathed the instant reaction she drew from him. She’d stabbed him in the back and twisted the blade, yet he still wanted her. Obviously, he needed his head examined.
“Look at that,” she whispered as her gaze traveled down his naked form. “I don’t think you hate me as much as you let on.”
If you'd like the complete version, this story of yummy naughtiness can be purchased in it's entirety at Cobblestone Press, Amazon and B&N. As always, I hope you enjoyed your visit. Don't forget to check back at Six Sentence Sunday for more great teasers.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday 9/16/12
Time for more Six Sentence Sunday. Today I'm sharing more from my current WIP, Taming The Wolf. Redd fights against the desire surfacing for the one thing she shouldn't have. As always, thanks for stopping by.
She bit down on her tongue to suppress a moan, and to keep herself from begging for the requests of her body to be fulfilled. She wanted to cry at the insanity currently wracking her psyche. What the hell was wrong with her?
She heard an audible swallow followed by a tattered grown float from behind her. His free hand slid to her waist and pressed her closer still.
“You’re scent is driving me crazy.”
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She bit down on her tongue to suppress a moan, and to keep herself from begging for the requests of her body to be fulfilled. She wanted to cry at the insanity currently wracking her psyche. What the hell was wrong with her?
She heard an audible swallow followed by a tattered grown float from behind her. His free hand slid to her waist and pressed her closer still.
“You’re scent is driving me crazy.”
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Monday, September 3, 2012
Off My Rhythm
I've never thought of myself as a creature of habit, but I guess I am (Imagine that). I like for my days and weeks to flow to a specific rhythm and when it varies even slightly it takes me weeks to resume any sort of normalcy… well normalcy for me anyway.
About two weeks ago The Man and I took a short vacation (I mean really it was just for a weekend) and it seriously threw me out of whack. Getting ready for the vacation and then taking off seriously interrupted my usual flow and as a result I've barely blogged or written since the upheaval. *sigh* (Dramatic much? Why, of course not!)
So, now that I’ve had my few weeks to cope and somewhat get my life to resemble something along the lines of handleable (I made that up don’t be judging me), I am really feeling the urge to get back into it. Though I am glad to be back at it again, it’d be great if I could find a way to somehow keep on top of things a bit better when the flow of my rhythm changes. Surely there must be something.
About two weeks ago The Man and I took a short vacation (I mean really it was just for a weekend) and it seriously threw me out of whack. Getting ready for the vacation and then taking off seriously interrupted my usual flow and as a result I've barely blogged or written since the upheaval. *sigh* (Dramatic much? Why, of course not!)
So, now that I’ve had my few weeks to cope and somewhat get my life to resemble something along the lines of handleable (I made that up don’t be judging me), I am really feeling the urge to get back into it. Though I am glad to be back at it again, it’d be great if I could find a way to somehow keep on top of things a bit better when the flow of my rhythm changes. Surely there must be something.
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