Six Sentence Sunday
THE next day, Tony showed up outside of Benedicts in a stretch limo. When Robin climbed in, she saw the picnic he had laid out on the floor of the limo, complete with a red and white checked tablecloth.
“What is this?” She asked, shedding her coat in the warmth of the interior of the car.
“Well,” Tony said, sitting on the floor with his back against the base of the seat. “I wanted to take you on a picnic, but it’s so cold outside.” Continue reading
This week’s Six Sentence Sunday is from Topaz Heat, Book 3 of The Jewel Trilogy. Continue reading
This is from a collaborative work in progress on which my husband and I are working. We haven’t titled it, and for now just call it Boy-Girl. Continue reading
Here are six sentences from my current WIP, Song of Retribution (working title). Continue reading
“I love you, Sarah.”
“I love you, too, Derrick. Now please shut up!”
Derrick chuckled and it turned into three sharp coughs. Foamy blood tinge the corners of Derrick’s lips and he said, “Let’s pray.” Continue reading
Maxine’s eyes flew open as memories of the night before flooded her mind. She whipped her head around and stared at the empty space in the bed next to her, the pillow indented from where her husband’s head had lain.
Alone in the bedroom, she lifted her left hand and stared. There sat the ridiculously enormous, preposterously expensive platinum ring, encrusted with emeralds and diamonds, that the man with whom she had been engaged for less than two hours before their wedding ceremony had picked out for her. When he slipped it onto her finger, he’d said something about the color of her eyes. Continue reading