“Is this not what you wished for?”
“I didn’t wish for you.” Her quiet words shook.
“You did.” His blue eyes twinkled with moonlight, challenged her.
How did he know that?
—Tempting Eden, Available now!
Six Sentence Sunday
Eden found herself alone with the sweaty, leering man. He reeked of three dollar cologne and too much beer. He wore a cheap polyester shirt in the most obnoxious print she had ever seen unbuttoned to show off what little chest hair he had.
All that was missing was a thick gold chain complete with a gold medallion around his pencil neck. He had cornered her in the kitchen, leaning his elbow on the counter and telling her grotesque jokes in the hopes of making her laugh.
I’m in hell.
— Tempting Eden, Available now!
This week’s snippet comes from my “secret project”
I think I know what’s behind me. What’s following me. I think I know it’s more demons. Or minions. Edward is in no condition to fight. And I’m in no position to fight.
From my newly completed novel, A Knight To Remember
He thought his ears might bleed. And if glass were anywhere in the vicinity it certainly would shatter. When she realized what had happened she ducked, missing the bolt of light by mere inches.
That pissed her off.
Never a good idea to piss off the Goddess of War.
Henry pushed to his feet, still holding the sword.
“The goddess took Maeve to the underworld.”
“Shit,” Henry said under his breath.
“Gods!” Derron said.
“We have to get her back,” Elyne said.
“How?” Henry asked. “Do you know how to get to the underworld?”
“There are ways, Henry,” she said. “And I have all my mother’s magic to get there.”
Today’s offering is from my current work-in-progress:
Maggie pressed her fingertips against her lips. “You mean like date her? I don’t think you can exactly ask her to dinner and the movieplex. Besides, you’re a human.”
“And I’m also a grown man with feelings and needs.”
She scrunched up her face. “Ew, Dad.”
I’m sure most of you have seen the 7-7-7 meme going around Facebook. I got tagged and thought I’d share those 7 lines here. So it’s a Six Sentence Sunday Plus One. This is from my current WIP, A KNIGHT TO REMEMBER. Queen Maeve is speaking with the black dragon, Nero. Ital indicates the dragon’s speech.
I did as I was commanded. You have my apologies, my queen.
Dragons were not fickle. They chose their rider and never wavered from that choice until one of them severed the link. That rarely happened. There were exceptions, though—like when Maeve put them into shadow to hide them from the hunters who were so desperate to kill them. Now it appeared Nero had chosen her. She placed her palm on his nose, the scales cool to the touch.
You are hunted by the Goddess of War, aye?
“I’m the Keeper.”
Recognition flashes across his face and he bows his head in a brief nod. “My apologies, Keeper. I did not realize who you were. Even so you must return the relic to its rightful owner.”
I sort of wished he’d bent on one knee and called me “your majesty” or something but that doesn’t happen.
A little something I’m working on:
“Do you wish to know why we seek you?”
“Not really but you’re going to tell me anyway.” I can’t keep the sour note out of my voice.
“You, my dear, are going to help us get what we want.”
“And what is that?”