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Six Sentence Sunday: The Picnic

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

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Six Sentence Sunday: The Past

This week’s Six Sentence Sunday is from Topaz Heat, Book 3 of The Jewel Trilogy. Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday: The Prize Bass

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

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Six Sentence Sunday: Destroy It

Here are six sentences from my current WIP, Song of Retribution (working title). Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday: Let’s Pray

“Derrick…”
“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

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Six Sentence Sunday: The Morning After

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.

Her husband!

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

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