Six Sentence Sunday – 6/10/12

Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. I know some of you wanted to see what happened next in BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS, but I’ve had to take a step back from that this past week, so instead, I’m sharing the first 6 sentences of my new novel, STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY. I finished the rough draft only 2 weeks ago, so this is pretty rough. It’ll probably get revised a ton, but this will give you a rough idea.

This is a steampunk romance set in 1890 Mobile, Alabama, and a loose sequel to MUST LOVE BREECHES. The female protagonist is a reporter.

Adele de la Pointe screeched to a stop on her Davenport Horizon Electric Cell Tricycle, or Miss Smarty Pants for short. She grabbed Loki, her armored pet monkey, and pulled him up to her shoulders; better to navigate the bowels of The Mobile Register.

“Nchht niiik chtniii.”

“I know, Loki, I know.”

She reached up and ruffled the fur under his chin. Loki nuzzled her cheek, the chinstrap securing his oyster-shell helmet chaffing her ear.

As always I welcome constructive feedback. Thank you!

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Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! UPDATE: Our power has been out since this morning from the Gulf Coast Deluge so I may be late getting to visit y’all!

Six Sentence Sunday – 6/3/12

Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. I’m eager to share lines from my new short story BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS.

The working blurb: Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, he’s just not meeting his type. Smart chicks never look at him twice. He’d like to find someone who appreciates him for who he truly is. Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna has lost herself in her work as a computer programmer. Her sister sets her up on this blind date as an intervention, but Mirjam wants nothing to do with it. She’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on late night on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they are surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.

Riley met his blind date for the night. Fast forward past dinner, and things have gotten serious, fast. They are now up in their room out on the balcony. He’s gone inside to get another round of beers (in her POV):

She took in the multicolored lights of the city, let the crisp night air wash over her, and reveled in being in this moment and feeling it. Lord, how numb she’d let herself become. Like a ghost limb that had fallen asleep and suddenly tingled with awareness.

The sound of the French doors closing and his footsteps signaled the next part of this moment. She smiled. Anticipating his body beside hers again, a thrill went up her spine when his hard, masculine presence hovered behind her instead.

As always I welcome constructive feedback. Thank you!

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Six Sentence Sunday – 5/27/12

Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. I’m eager to share lines from my new short story BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS. If all goes as planned, I’ll have my polishing done and this will be going out on submission by Tuesday. Wish me luck!

Last week, Riley met his blind date for the night. Fast forward past dinner, and things have gotten serious, fast. They are now in an elevator, and Riley’s told her he wants her in a bad way, but extracts a promise that they be totally honest with each other and asks if she wants this (his hands are holding her face. her response, in her POV):

Tapping a seldom used inner streak of boldness, she moved her head to kiss his palm. She darted her tongue out and traced his life line. His breath hitched. She could swear his rich, brown eyes darkened.

Suddenly she was on him like white plastic on a Stormtrooper, shamelessly pressing against his body, groping and kissing him. He groaned, a good groan, cinched his arms around her waist and spun them until her back hit the wall of the elevator.

As always I welcome constructive feedback. Thank you!

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Six Sentence Sunday – 5/20/12

Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. I’m eager to share lines from my new short story BEER AND GROPING IN LAS VEGAS.

Riley is about to meet his blind date for the night, we’re in his POV, edited slightly to fit 6 sentences:

At the top, Juan swept back a leafy frond to reveal a granite table surrounded by lush foliage and a stacked stone wall. More torches sat in each corner, lending enough light to see by, but also adding a ton of atmosphere.

[Riley’s] date faced the far wall, light flickering across the dark hair tumbling down her back. Shit, if he were the romantic type, he’d be in hog heaven with this setting. She slowly turned to face him.

His breath caught–Dear God, he was in heaven.

As always I welcome constructive feedback. Thank you!

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Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week!