Six Sentence Sunday

            I bow to the will of the people. Or, at least to the majority vote of the three Dream Voyagers commenters who left hanging chads in favor of a Six Sentence Sunday snippet from the historical over the erotic paranormal.

           Which makes me sniff a little on behalf of Sleepy Hollow Dreams.
           (It's okay, Ryck and Katy. I still love you. Especially you, Ryck!)

          (I could be wrong, but I think some of you just liked looking at the picture of Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen in Pride & Prejudice.)

         So, not that this is a true democracy, or that I was soliciting votes in the last blog post or anything like that...here's another picture of Elizabeth Bennett and Darcy for you. 

         Oh, yeah.  And six sentences for Six Sentence Sunday from Healing Hearts, my Regency romance (coming next year from Carina Press):

Swathed in her cloak, she gazed at him with fierce fire burning in her eyes, as long tendrils of wine-red hair escaped her hood and slashed her cheeks.

“Why have you come, Riverton?”

Her tone could have peeled the rind from a lemon. He was not accustomed to such address; even during the war men had leaped to obey his barked commands. This young woman, such a study in contrasts, baffled him. His nostrils flared, like those of a beast aroused by its mate.

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