Six Sentence Sunday!

I usually have these posts scheduled way in advance and ready to go. However, I spent all day yesterday staring at the computer working out the little issues with self-pubbing on Smashwords and Amazon, and by the time I was done, I literally could not look at this thing for another second. So much for my superior organizational skills.

I'm still working on the StS sequel. To make up for my relative lateness this morning, I might as well hint at what one of the main plots is going to be. Enjoy!


His eyes remained shielded from view. “That look is actually part of what’s been haunting me. I’ve watched the two of you together. When you’re clinging to me as he’s moving inside you, sheer bliss illuminating every part of your body...sometimes my mind just can’t help but wonder what....”

Realization set in as he trailed off. “You’re attracted to Ash.”

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My original plan was to chill out with some games after finishing all the Disintegration stuff. Alas, my computer decided not to cooperate, so with little else to do, I started the (as yet untitled) Searching the Skies prequel. The nice part about a prequel, I've found, is that as the characters are already in an established relationship, I can get right down to *ahem* business. Or in other words, this book starts off with a bang! ;) 


“I really should be resting before my busy day of travel, though....”

“Then I guess you’d better work quickly and efficiently.”

Geneva raised her hand in a mock salute. “Yes, sir!” She slung one leg over him, straddling his lap. “Any other special orders, Commander Ashford?”

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The last edits on Disintegration are DONE and shipped off! Let's take a look at some drama, shall we?

“Can’t you acknowledge for one moment that maybe, just maybe, I mean something more to you than an assigned responsibility?”

There was no reply.

Callum grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. He slid his hands up to the sides of her face and kissed her. Her lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside. He reveled in the sweetness of her mouth, letting the sensual thrill rush through him for what he hoped wouldn’t be the last time.

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I'm finally wrapping up the three Disintegration prequels (which will be released extremely soon). Here's a six-sentence snippet from the last one:


“He’s coming back from the city today, and I don’t want to greet him looking like...well, looking like his mechanic just gave me a good, hard fuck.”

“You did always have a way with words.” Devan removed his hand from the inside of her blouse. “I understand, even if it means you’ve been getting me all riled up for nothing.”

“I didn’t say that.” In an instant, she whirled around and reversed their positions, shoving him against the tree. 

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Last one of 2012! This excerpt comes from the second Disintegration prequel (which is being beta-read now): 


“Naughty girl,” he growled near her ear. “Are you forgetting who’s in charge tonight?”

Tanith gasped when he drew her earlobe between her teeth. She abandoned his clothing and settled for wrapping her arms around his waist. He escaped her grasp and backed away from her. “Pants off,” he ordered.

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It's that time again! In addition to working on the Disintegration mini-prequels, I'm also working on a couple shorts to submit to some anthologies. I haven't written a whole lot of BDSM before, but I figured I'd give it a try! Here are six sentences from a short story tentatively titled "Deception":

He moved in front of her. She stuck her arms out and returned his sultry smile. Marek grabbed one of her hands. He raised it to his mouth and kissed the pale flesh below her palm, right over her racing pulse. She caressed the stubble dotting his cheek, and jumped when he snapped the next restraint around her wrist. The last cuff made a loud click as it clamped onto her delicate skin. 

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Sometimes I make outlines for my WIPs, other times I don't. Some of these outlines are more detailed than others. My notes for Chapter 19 simply say "ragesex following failed attempt #2", and then some brief snippets of dialogue I wanted to include. Very comprehensive, I know. Enjoy!

Her face was less than a foot away from his. Callum’s emotions jumbled together in a violent hurricane as he looked over her shimmering eyes, moistened lips, and heaving chest. He didn’t know what to do with her. Part of him believed he never would. This is wrong….

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For this installment of Six Sentence Sunday, we revisit my first book, Searching the Skies. Sometimes I look at it and think, "Wow, I could have done so much better," or "Wow, I've come a long way," but I'll always be rather fond of it. This is from one of my favorite chapters/scenes to write, even though editing it drove me up the wall:

"I could turn on the light," he helpfully suggested.

"No! Then someone will know we’re in here!"

He chuckled as she shoved the remains of her panties into her pocket. "For someone who’s seen so much excitement in her life with the military, I thought you would have been used to living dangerously by now."

"There’s a fine line between ‘living dangerously’ and getting caught by your superior officers with your pants down!"

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I finally crawled out from that rock I live under and officially signed up for Six Sentence Sunday. For my first participating post, here are six sentences from my current WIP (sci-fi/erotica):

“Don’t sell yourself short. I admit to being curious as to the various ways your…condition makes you different. But I liked what I saw in our initial training sessions. It’s been a while since anyone’s actually impressed me.” The trademark smirk made its appearance again. “And don’t forget, we’ve already been on top of each other.”