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.
 

Six Sentence Sunday 5/29/11

Happy Memorial Day weekend, everyone (Yanks and non-Yanks alike)! Shop 'til you drop, barbecue 'til you pop, and somewhere in there spare a thought for the fallen.

   Here's a little historical tidbit, for those who may not know: Memorial Day was first celebrated as "Decoration Day" on May 5, 1866 in Waterloo, N.Y, with the laying of flags and flowers on the graves of New York's Civil War dead.

   So...not to be too cheesy about it, I thought I'd give you six more sentences  from my Regency WIP, Lilacs at Dawn. 

  The hero, Marc Antony Warren, Viscount Webb, is a newly-returning combat veteran of the Napoleonic Wars. He fought and was wounded on The Peninsula and suffers from "battle fatigue" or what was known as "soldier's heart" during the Civil War, "shell shock" after World War II, and what we today call PTSD. Whatever you wish to call it, Webb remains haunted by nightmares of combat and his fallen comrades in arms.

    So here are six more from Webb's homecoming:

Webb’s breath frosted the mist. He tasted the fog on his tongue, a cold, damp English welcome. Sharp pains in his leg had bedeviled him since Portsmouth. Nearly too weary now to retain his seat on the horse, he knew he’d overdone the riding. England, as usual, had overdone the weather.

With a practiced motion he flicked open a flask and tilted it to his mouth.

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FRIEND FRIDAY: JENNY SCHWARTZ

Hey, peeps.  Please welcome back to Friend Friday my guest blogger and fellow Carina Press writer, Jenny Schwartz, author of the thought-provoking, fantasy romance "Out of the Bottle" series,  Price of Freedom, Angel Thief, and Jenny's newest release, Three Wishes.

 I love her wit and her inspiring ideas! 
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Thanks, Taryn, for letting me visit again, especially since last time I couldn't stop talking about disasters. This time I've taken inspiration from Agatha Christie and will behave myself.


So how has the great Agatha inspired me? It's her Middle Eastern adventures. This is where she wrote “Murder on the Orient Express”.

                                                               The Hotel Baron by Mappo  via Wikimedia Commons

It seemed such an appropriate and romantic place to write that it started me thinking -- if I could write anywhere in the world, where would I choose?

I'd definitely want to spend some time note-taking in the British Museum's famous Reading Room.

                                                    British Museum Reading Room By Eneas via Wikimedia Commons

But for serious writing I'd love an undisturbed, solitary nook and I'm thinking ... houseboat. I've never actually tried writing on one, but a girl can dream!

If you could write anywhere in the world, where would you choose?

      

                                            

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She is the Bringer of Death

Cali, a djinni, has sworn to twist the wishes of humans so they die by their own greed and evil. Her latest master is arms dealer David Saqr, a man Cali believes deserves the fate she has in store for him. But this time she finds herself up against Andrew, David's guardian angel.

He is a Protector of Life

Andrew believes David can yet find redemption. He fights Cali for the man's life, even as he tries to persuade her to give in to the sizzling attraction between them. He shows Cali another side of David, and invites her to trust again, to hope. But centuries of being enslaved have hardened Cali's heart--it's going to take all of Andrew's love to convince her to open it and let him in.

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Six Sentence Sunday 5/22/11

           You've seen Webb get shot, and some of the wedding scene. Here are the first six from my Regency WIP, Lilacs at Dawn: 

           The dawn sky met the Thames, fragile April light and river the same ghostly gray as the mare emerging from the gloom. Needles of torment spiked through Webb’s right leg as he watched the mare approach.

         “Bloody hell.” He cursed the idiot who rode her and shifted his weight in the saddle. “Take heed, boy. Or you’ll have us both in the river.”

(Very unlikely that snippet will end up being the "meet" or the first six sentences, but it is what it is...for now.)

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