Six Sentence Sunday 6/26/11

Looking forward to meeting everyone at RWA National this week!

And in the meantime, more from Surfer Dude, Lord of the Deep:

       Behind tortoise-shell glasses, intelligent eyes the startling aquamarine of a tropical lagoon stared back at him, revealing a warring array of emotions that sent another ripple of intense arousal shooting through him. 

      Pierce noted the inexplicable, guilt-tinged panic in her fascinating – and fascinated--gaze and, just beneath that, a compelling awareness as keen as his own. 

      Sleep deprivation might be making him more horny and reckless than usual but he bent toward her to remove her glasses. 

     Her breath hitched when he lifted his hand and a faint clicking, like the skitter of crab claws, filled the charged silence between them -- stopping the second he glanced up. Pierce noted the asymmetrical pincers of the small pink crustacean posing as a paperweight in the wall niche behind Mia's shoulder. 

     "You make a miserable shelf ornament, Cedric," he told the little Grapsus.



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Six Sentence Sunday 6/19/11

More from Surfer Dude, who's been kept up nights by a mysterious intruder to his realm. His only clue to the coral thief's identity is the neon pink dive fin she left behind. Now, on the night of his brother Cloud Boy's Sky Palace ball, Pierce ventures to Spa Bay for relief of a blinding headache. But the usual nymph-nurse is off at the ball, replaced by her step-sister, Mia -- who seems more than unusually ruffled by the Lord of the Deep's sudden appearance in the clinic.

        Pierce rounded the corner of the reception desk to see the flustered woman on her knees, her legs tucked under her, gathering up her discs and research materials with amazing speed. For every piece she clutched to her lab-coated breast, she dropped two more.  He squatted to help her.

        “You can’t be here!” she yelped, as she yanked a stack of print-outs  from his hand, shoved them beneath her butt and sat down on top of them.

        “I am, though,” Pierce said. 

        What was she trying to hide?

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Six Sentence Sunday 6/12/11

Back to Surfer Dude this week.

Our story up to now:  An intruder disturbs the beds of sleeping purple coral in his realm and Surfer Dude's only clue is a neon pink dive fin, size 5 1/2 M, stamped with the name "Dr. A. F. Wright" that the thief left beind when she fled. Now, on the night of his brother Cloud Boy's big ball, a raging headache sends Surfer Dude to the Sky Palace Spa Bay, seeking relief from the nymph-nurse. 

Where he meets Mia. 

“Name," the woman said, without looking up from her computer screens and the research materials spread before her across the Sky Palace Spa Bay reception desk.

"Pierce Cronoson.”

That got her attention. Ruling the oceans and rivers of New Mycenae definitely had its perks and bennies, Pierce thought.

"Oh!" The woman started, her gaze zeroing in on him like an omega ray just before a flurry of clumsy activity sent half her print-outs and discs sailing to the floor.

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Six Sentence Sunday 6/5/11

Working on Lara & Cole again. So...to stay immersed in their little world...here's six from the morning after.


She wiggled the glasses on the end of his nose. “You look like Clark Kent in these."



“Contacts.” He slid an arm around her waist and she leaned closer to nibble on his ear lobe.


 “Come back to bed, Superman.”


“Didn’t you have enough?”

“I have faith in you, G-man -- I’m sure you can manage to find at least one place you haven’t made sore.”

     And here's the G-man without his specs. Or his shirt.