Six Sentence Sunday - Last Dance

And in the end...the love you take...

is equal to the love...you make.

~ Lennon & McCartney

  

Well, this is it, kids. The end. The very last official Six Sentence Sunday.

My first Six Sunday post was in September of 2010, about a month before my first book, SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS, was published by The Wild Rose Press.

There were eight comments that day:  Dee Carney and Lisa Fox were the only Six Sundayers who left comments; everyone else was from my local RWA chapter and had no idea what Six Sentence Sunday was. I didn't have much of an idea myself. I don't think there were more than 20 or so participants back then. In these last months, there have been close to 200 some weeks.

 

My latest book, FROST, also set in Sleepy Hollow, will be released by Decadent Publishing later this week. And I just received a contract last night for BLIZZARD, an erotic short, also from Decadent.

 

So it's been a fun ride. Six Sentence Sunday has been an absolute gas for me. Thank you, Sara Brookes, for the concept, the site, and all your hard work over the years.

 

And thanks to all of you who have stopped by here on Sundays over the years, leaving your wonderful and wonderfully encouraging comments. I live for those! And I appreciate you all more than you will ever know.

I will probably continue to post snippets on Sundays from time to time.

But I leave you -- and Six Sentence Sunday -- with six from FROST.

"But I play with fire, little girl." He stroked her arm again and the sensual burn sizzled across her skin.

She sighed in delight. Hallefreakinglujah.

His upper lip twitched into a crooked smile, and her heart performed a grand jeté worthy of a prima ballerina.

"Heard you liked bad boys," he said.

  

Until we meet again, my Six Sentence Sunday lovelies!



Six Sentence Sunday - 01/20/13

This will be the second to last Six Sentence Sunday post. Sad to see it go. Found some new-to-me authors on the list and it's been a fun exercise, helping me to sharpen my own writing (and sometimes to creatively edit) to manage to fit the important stuff into six sentences.

On a few occasions, even works I'd already submitted came under the axe and, during the final editing phases, were streamlined further in the finished book. (You can go back and look, if you like, but I'm not pointing out the way!)

Today's second to last six, and perhaps next week's also, are from FROST, my 1Night Stand story from Decadent Publishing, releasing on February 12 in time for Valentine's Day.


How many times before had he been through this?
Suffered through just such a female reaction to his overpowering sexuality? She tried to steel herself, to toughen up, to call upon her inner smartass. But he made it difficult. Dressed all in black, from T-shirt to jeans, he seemed to fill the room, his dominating presence swamping even his most compelling paintings. Thick bands of taut muscle rippled beneath the tight cotton and snug denim. He needed only the leather biker jacket to complete the bad boy image.

Blurb:

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works. 

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now. 

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

Excerpt:

Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.

"I’m Maxwell Raines."  
Yeah. No kidding.Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?

She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.

Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing?

"You’re late," she said.

"I’m never late."

"Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines." She waved a hand around the empty room.

"Depends on your perspective."

"You’re big on perspective, are you?"

"I’m a painter." A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. "Obvious connection."

"Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left."

"You haven’t." He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. "And you’re what I’m here for


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Six Sentence Sunday 1/13/13 - Taryn's Birthday Edition



Another year down, another year older. (Which, as anyone will tell you, beats the alternative.)

And another six from FROST, releasing from Decadent Publishing February 12, in time for Valentine's Day.

Max Raines is one of my hottest heroes ever.  Literally and figuratively.

 

Without warning, he swept her into his arms as if she weighed no more than dandelion fluff, a sturdy arm braced behind her knees. His strength, the way he’d so neatly seized control, nearly made her swoon again. His size dwarfed her. She curled her hand against his neck, sifting her fingers into the black hair at his nape, as she’d been longing to do from the moment he entered the gallery. The inky locks were deceptively soft. Unlike the otherwise hard-as-marble male.

 

 

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Six Sentence Sunday 1-6-2013

FROST my third sexy paranormal 1Night Stand for Decadent Publishing is scheduled to release February 12, 2013, just before Valentine's Day. I'm thrilled, since it's a Valentine!

Here are six:

 Julian met her at the door and shoved a steaming latte into her hand. “You’re gonna need this.”

“Does it have tequila in it?”

“It’s 9:30 in the morning. Red eye shot.”

“Yeah, but I may require more fortification to deal with Julian Graves in full-tilt Barney Fife mode and whatever calamity has put him there.”

 

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Six Sentence Sunday 12-30-12

Last Six Sentence Sunday of 2012!

Wishing you all a Happy and Bright New Year!

My 2013 will start off (I hope!) with my latest 1Night Stand story for Decadent Publishing, FROST, a Valentine's story.

Here's the luscious cover:

And here are six sentences:

Dagney’s fingers tightened on her latte, making indentations in the foam cup. Great Goddess. She was a freakin’ succubus. She’d participated in plenty of threesomes and orgies, knew every fetish and kink known to man or woman. But she’d never seen anything like these paintings in her life. The canvases in the tempered metal picture frames pulsed like throbbing visual orgasms. Maxwell Raines had come all over her walls.

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Six Sentence Sunday 12-23-12

Six more sentences from FROST, my third sexy paranormal 1Night Stand story, coming soon from Decadent Publishing. (Hoping to share cover deliciousness with you soon!)

The man was too freakin’ gorgeous to walk the planet. If he were a piece of sculpture, Michelangelo’s David would vacate his pedestal in embarrassment and shame and run crying back to the little kids’ table.  She imagined threading her fingers through those dense, midnight locks, pulling him closer, letting him nibble on her… touching the brutally-carved face, the sharp, high cheekbones giving way to shadowed hollows, bone-rigid jaw, full kissable lips.

This time, instead of fleeing, the annoying voice inside her woke up and called an audible.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Make me yours. Fuck my freakin’ brains out.

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Six Sentence Sunday 12-16-12



FROST, my third erotic paranormal 1Night Stand story is coming soon from Decadent Publishing. No word on a release date yet...but it is a Valentine's story...so here's hoping.

 

The heroine, Dagney Night, is a sexy succubus and sister of Lily Night, the heroine of my first 1Night Stand, LIGHTNING.

 

To celebrate the brand spanking new contract... here are six from FROST:

 

Dagney's  heart flipped over like a gymnast unable to nail a vault as the tall hunk of ferocious male prowled towards her, radiating undiluted carnality.  Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her like a two-by-four, the raw blast of desire crumpling her to the floor.

He grasped her by the elbows to lift her to her feet, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"I'm Maxwell Raines."

Yeah, no freakin’ kidding --who else could a guy this hot, this studly possibly be?

"You're late."

 

Here's the  blurb:

         

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

 

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Six Sentence Sunday 11-25-12

Once month since THUNDER, my sexy paranormal 1Night Stand story was released by Decadent Publishing.

So here are six:

Veronica’s soft, smooth lips parted beneath his, and he deepened the kiss like a man crazed and possessed. He’d imagined being with this woman, a distant dream secretly nurtured in the most hidden part of him. The fantasy paled beside the reality of having her in his arms, lodged against his body like seams on a baseball. He dipped his tongue into the velvet recesses of her mouth, withdrew, delved inside again to play with hers.

She clutched him to her, and they both gasped with the stunning impact of the kiss.

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Six Sentence Sunday 11-18-12

This Sunday's six are from a WIP I'm playing around with, tentatively titled FROST.  Hoping it'll turn into my third 1Night Stand story for Decadent Publishing, following LIGHTNING and THUNDER. Stay tuned.

A gust swirled the tails of Raines' paint-spattered linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his biceps, as if it were the dog days of August, not the chill gloom of February.

“You must come in, sir--the wind’s kicking up and you haven’t eaten in two days.”

Raines tossed his brush, the bristles slathered with Mars Black, onto the palette in irritation with himself and his absent muse.

The unfinished landscape was all that stood between the ravening beast pacing with increasing agitation inside him and the rest of the world.  Hot with fever, his rising temperature bursting through the fuckin' stratosphere--and his muse had deserted him.

You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.

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Six Sentence Sunday 11-11-12

Kiss a veteran today.

Another six from THUNDER, a sexy, paranormal 1Night Stand story available now from Decadent Publishing.

She caught a whiff of fresh lime soap and licked the edge of his jaw, tearing a groan from him. He squeezed her tighter, the hard thrust of his erection insistent against the seam of her shorts.

"What’s going on here, Sean?"

"Looks like we’re each getting to act on our secret fantasy."

"I’m your secret fantasy?"

"Fuck, yeah."

  

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Six Sentence Sunday 10-7-12

Six more from LIGHTNING, a hot and sexy paranormal 1Night Stand story releasing from Decadent Publishing on October 19.
 

"Lil’s whiter than Edward Cullen and you’re talking about where her diploma should go? It’s like the blind leading the sexless."

Zena uncoiled her slinky frame from the sofa and prowled the room like a huntress seeking prey.

"Fuck this. She needs a man. A mortal man."

 

 

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Six Sentence Sunday 9-30-12

The final galley of LIGHTNING is approved! Official blurb and official excerpt received. You can check those out here, if you're so inclined.

So...another six today from LIGHTNING, of course!  Releasing Friday, October 19 from Decadent Publishing.


At least incubi could keep up with her on those occasions when she absolutely climbed the walls and needed to scratch her itch. But there was no percentage in screwing them. No emotion. No real fulfillment. A few brief moments of sexual satisfaction before it was wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, and on to the next willing customer.

Such was the non-sex life of a succubus too afraid of emergency rooms to get laid by normal mortal males.

 

 

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Six Sentence Sunday 9-2-2012

 Got the cover art for THUNDER yesterday, so today's six sentences are celebrating! Tentative release mid-November, two weeks after LIGHTNING's release at the end of October.  Both are sexy paranormals for Decadent Publishing's hot 1 Night Stand series.

 

  

              An insistent pounding at the front door startled her out of her fantasy. She swung the door open on another explosive crack of thunder.
            Sean stood on her doorstep, his soaked T-shirt molding sculpted pecs and abs, his drenched hair flattened over his brow. Rain poured down as he fiddled with his iPhone, a bemused expression on his face. Behind him, jagged arrows of lightning tore the dark sky. He glared at the screen, glanced at her in confusion, then back at the screen.

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Six Sentence Sunday 8/19/12

Just found out THUNDER will  release (tentatively) from Decadent Publishing only two weeks after the release of  LIGHTNING.  Unexpected thrill!  So since I've had sixes from THUNDER the last couple of weeks, here are six from LIGHTNING, my first story for Decadent's 1Night Stand Series.

            Campbell didn’t need to be reminded of the blank six weeks that had been cut from his life when he was a high school senior. He picked at that still-raw scab every minute of every damn day, replaying the erotic scenes leading to his flame-out over and over at night.
           First he’d been groaning in utter bliss, finally thrusting inside Lily’s tight, wet sheath, as deep as he could drive himself, his hands kneading her soft breasts, his lips grinding against hers as he swallowed her ecstatic moans of pleasure. Pumping, pounding, screwing her in the back seat of his Camaro for all he was worth, lightning bolts arcing faster and fiercer across the night sky. Long past counting how many times they’d made each other come.
         Until his brain short-circuited.

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Six Sentence Sunday 8-5-12

Just realized how difficult it's going to be plucking G-rated "sixes" from THUNDER, currently out on submission! Aside from the hot scenes, the hero's tendency to sprinkle F-bombs like croutons may be a bit of a problem.

Language, Sean. Or mama may have to wash your mouth out with soap!
                                    
                Her breathy purr did bad, bad things to him.

            Hell. The entire Veronica package did bad, bad things to him. No denying the woman was one smokin’ hot babe. A loony babe. But a damn fine babe nonetheless.  

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Six Sentence Sunday: 7-8-2012

I'm baaaaack.

(At least this week.)

Here are the first six sentences from LIGHTNING, the sexy new paranormal I just contracted for Decadent Publishing's awesome 1Night Stand series. (It's with the editors now!)

                                                   ***
           “A little higher and more to the left.” 
            Lily Night narrowed her eyes as the building maintenance man shifted her framed diploma on the freshly-painted wall opposite her desk. She tried not to ogle the firm ass encased in a pair of tight jeans or the way the man’s shoulder muscles rippled beneath his T-shirt.
            Maybe if I pop an Altoid, I’ll have an excuse to wipe away the drool.
            She refrained from jumping the handsome worker dude’s bones.
            The last time she’d dallied with a human, the encounter had not gone well.  

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Six Sentence Sunday 1-15-2012

Returning to Surfer Dude's chronicles this week. When we left Pierce and Mia, he had called her "Gidget," explaining what the Old Earth term meant, and teasing her because she only came up to his clavicle.

          Mia bristled like a sea urchin, her acquamarine eyes alight. "That's because you're a frickin'...giant."

          Pierce decided he liked flirting with the odd girl positioned behind the Spa Bay reception counter more than anything he'd done in a long time. She didn't seem cowed that he was a Cronoson, Lord of the Deep; she dealt with him not as a god but as a man.

          "So I can call you...'Moondoggie' then?" she asked, glancing back at the computer screen again.

          "You can if I'm your boyfriend, Gidge."

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Six Sentence Sunday 1-8-2012

Last Cole & Lara snippet for awhile. Cole's working undercover at a bar; Lara's suspicious. She's just told him if he's a bartender, she's Mother Teresa. 

             He leaned forward and stroked a casual finger across the YSL logo on her handbag. “How’s that vow of poverty working out for ya, sister?”
             Lara nearly choked as she took a sip of her black-and-tan.
            “Doing any better with those other vows, baby?”
            “Like what?”
            “Chastity,” he winked.

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Six Sentence Sunday -- New Year's Day 2012

Cole's & Lara's story is finished! It's done. At least, for now. So... synopsis, rinse once, submit. That's the New Year's Resolution!

           “You are such an altar boy.”
             In the next second he had her pinned up against a giant, leaf-bare maple tree, her arms over her head, her wrists clamped by one of his large hands.

“Take that back,” he grinned. 

“Or what, you’ll shoot me?” She met his heated gaze, purposely wiggling her body against his in a seductive fashion designed to invite his touch as much as to drive him mad. “Prove me wrong, G-man.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 12/4/11

             Cole leaned back against the deck railing, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes smoldering as they took in the hot tub bubbles lapping her naked flesh.

            “Drink your fill, G-man.”   
            Their sexual tango, the seductive approach and avoidance of their intricate mating dance, wearied her.  “Or,” she mused, “we can go on playing this game.”

            She arched back against the ledge, resting her head and shutting her eyes. "Your ball, Brannigan."