Sunday, November 27, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday 11-27-11

 Aidon throws a dinner party for two uninvited live dudes who have sneaked into his subterranean realm to court his new bride. Not only is he serving them underworld food, but he's got another surprise in store. Wasn’t your Thanksgiving table just like this?

          “What are you going to do to them, Aidon?”

          Stephanie nods toward the pair of weeping dingbats.
          Percy munches a flaky biscuit, the waterworks running all the while, unware that the more he eats, the more uncontrollable his tears. Theo slurps a delicate lemon-asparagus soup and tries to pull his seat closer to the table, unconscious of the chamois-covered manacles clamped around his calves, or that the only direction he's moving is down. The polished floor tile beneath the suitors’ chairs recesses again, lowering them another inch or so on their way to Tartarus.
          “What do you want me to do, Steph?”

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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday 11-20-11

An idea for Cloud Boy's story (he's Surfer Dude's baby brother) has arrived like Athena bursting forth from Zeus's brow. So in honor of that plot bunny, here's six from the story of their big brother Aidon, The Reaper, and hero of my heart.  (One day, Aidon, I will find you a worthy home.)    

            “Listen, you big lug,” I murmur, gasping for air when his lips release mine.  “You’ve brought me Below, turned my whole world upside down – and  I haven’t done anything to you.”

            My world isn’t exactly spinning normally on its axis, Stef.”

            "But I --" The Big Guy's stunning admission shakes me to the core. "Really?"

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday 11-13-11

“Like these better than the shoes?” Lara taunted, dangling a wisp of red nothing in front of him. “Dolce & Gabbana. Last you’ll ever see of it.” She flung it back into the drawer.
As she crossed the room for her laptop, Cole sidled closer to the bureau and dipped his fingers into the mound of jumbled undies before he could stop himself, the sensual slide of satins and silks stroking his hand and firing his libido  the same way a woman’s moans during sex caressed his ego.
He fished out the illicit red-hot treasure and buried it in Lara’s suitcase. 

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

November Novella Sale!

Carina Press is having a November Novella sale.

Select novellas, including my sensual Regency romance, HEALING HEARTS, are only $1.99, now through December 1 at 8:59 pm EST.

Don't miss out!

Want to read more about HEALING HEARTS? Reviews, blurb, excerpt and Romance Trading Cards are here.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday 11-6-11

Surfer Dude's back. (For those of you who have been waiting.)

     “You here tomorrow, Gidge?”
          Mia raised an auburn eyebrow, the coppery brown of a worn penny-cronoson, a shade or two darker than the fiery mahogany of her hair.
          “It’s an Old Earth term," he started to explain, but she squirmed out of his arms to click the computer keyboard.
          “Gidget?” she squeaked. “Girl midget?”
          “Well, you only come up to here on me, Shortcake,” he shrugged, and drew a line at his clavicle.
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