When I think of October, I think of Sleepy Hollow. When I think of Sleepy Hollow, I think of SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS, my erotic paranormal from The Wild Rose Press.
So instead of six sentences from Surfer Dude or Cole & Lara or other WIPs, I'm going to excerpt mini-bites from SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS over the next few weeks. Gonna try to keep the blog non-X-rated. Stay tuned to see if I'm up to that challenge.
As always, comments welcome.
(And, in the interest of full disclosure, the second sentence here is actually four sentences in the published book. Yeah. I cheated. So sue me.)
The crisp October breeze tossed a branch against Katy Lyndhurst's half-open window.
Clatter... scratch... scratch... scratch.
A creak from the vicinity of the bedroom closet.
The accompanying rotten-egg whiff of sulfur made her wrinkle her nose in sleep. More scratching against the windowsill.