Anoth­er week, anoth­er six from my silent WiP.  They say the squeaky wheel gets the oil, and that’s nev­er more true than WiP choos­ing. If you don’t talk to me, I don’t write you. Got it char­ac­ters? Want me to fin­ish your sto­ry? Well then start talking!

Uh…sorry. On with the post:

            “It didn’t mean any­thing. Just a fling. It’s not like I’m out there falling in love with some­one else.” He fol­lowed her around, back­ing her into the wall.

            Brynn curled her fin­gers. It would­n’t take much to push her into scratch­ing those lines on his face. 

Fin­ish your week­end off with a bang! Don’t for­get to vis­it the rest of the SSS par­tic­i­pants which can be found HERE.

Anoth­er Sun­day, anoth­er six sen­tences from my unti­tled and unfin­ished, and as yet untend­ed WiP. Anoth­er work was talk­ing to me, and loud­er than this one. Maybe I should start shar­ing six from that one instead!

Soon these six will catch up to where I left off. sigh

Falling for a smooth-talk­ing con man was­n’t some­thing she imag­ined her­self doing. Stay­ing with one was­n’t in her plans either.

            His prox­im­i­ty made her skin crawl, and she was afraid she real­ly would tear his hair out, so she edged away and cir­cled the foy­er. “Too far? Not at all. I can’t imag­ine any­thing you say could actu­al­ly change my mind.”

That’s it for me. Be sure to vis­it the oth­er SSS’ers at the Offi­cial Web­site. Maybe next week you’ll join us!

SSSun­day again! And Novem­ber already. I don’t know about you folks, but this year is real­ly speed­ing by for me. I’m real­ly not ready for the Hol­i­day sea­son. I think it’s because we’ve had unsea­son­ably mild weath­er here on top of this moun­tain knock on wood so I’m not gonna complain.

Con­tin­u­ing on with my SSStory 🙂

“Don’t you think you’re tak­ing this a bit too far? Clear­ing out the place before we even talk about it?” His nos­trils flared. At one point in their mar­riage, Brynn couldn’t resist that fer­al move, but tonight it did noth­ing for her. She could­n’t see what had attract­ed her to this man in the first place. Sure he was great look­ing and crafty, but she was­n’t stupid. 

That’s it for me folks. The SSS Crew is grow­ing every week. Check out the main site, where there is a snip­pet for every taste. I’ll be check­ing them all out when I get home from the Evil Empire. Have a great week!

Hap­py Hal­loween! Wel­come to the creepy edi­tion of SSS.  This week I’m tak­ing a break from my reg­u­lar sto­ry to show­case six sen­tences from my only para­nor­mal-ish book Pre­ja Vu. Since I don’t have any hor­ror works in progress, or even shifters or vamps, you get the clos­est thing I have to creepy. Ryann Phillips is a psychic.

Her dreams real­ly do come true, and that’s not always a good thing.

Ash­ley cut the engine and turned toward her friend. “So do you want to tell me about it? I assume it was a death dream this time, oth­er­wise you wouldn’t be look­ing like a corpse yourself.”

Ryann’s dreams had been a dai­ly dis­cus­sion since the two met in col­lege. Ash­ley was the first per­son Ryann trust­ed enough with her secret, and since she believed Ryann with­out ques­tion, she’d become more than just a confidante.

Ryann met her best friend’s gaze. “Yes, it was a death. A murder.”

Coin­ci­den­tal­ly,  today is the last day that you’ll be able to get a copy of Pre­ja Vu. I’ve pulled my rights from one pub­lish­er, and sold it to anoth­er, so in the inter­im it will be unavail­able until sum­mer of 2011 when you’ll see it on the Cari­na Press shelves.

Hap­py Sun­day! The sev­en day count down to Hal­loween, which means I get to buy bags and bags of can­dy with­out feel­ing bad. Lots of great posts this week from all of the Six Sen­tence par­tic­i­pants! I’m con­tin­u­ing my post from last week, but this week I’ll stick to six and be a good girl.

Brynn raised an eye­brow. “I’m damn lucky? I think you’re con­fused Jack. Those were your mes­sages, not mine.” She could still see the pic­ture of the wom­an’s nip­ple that was attached to the last email. His lit­tle girl­friend was smart enough to keep her face out of each pho­to, but Brynn was now way too famil­iar with the rest of the bitch’s body.

If you haven’t already, be sure to stop by the offi­cial S‑cubed web­site. See you next week!

Sun­day again?

I’ve been so busy late­ly, time is fly­ing by. I’m just fin­ish­ing edits for Tes­sa’s Pride, then rolling right in to edits for At Ease and Last Call (all by my alter ego Olivia Brynn) Plus I’m edit­ing for one pub­lish­er, and proof read­ing for anoth­er, both are wait­ing on me for some­thing. (Feel sor­ry for me yet?)  Okay, enough whin­ing.  Six more from the WiP that now holds the record for the most patient doc­u­ment on my com­put­er! Congrats…uh…whatever your name is.

“You sound sur­prised. Didn’t you read your email today?” She reached the main floor, and crossed her arms.

“Of course I did.” He stormed toward her, but she didn’t flinch when he invad­ed her per­son­al space. “I was in the mid­dle of a meet­ing, and I get erot­ic mes­sages on my Black­ber­ry. You’re damn lucky no one else saw them.”

Don’t for­get to check out the rest of the Six Sen­tence par­tic­i­pants at the offi­cial site.  Thanks for stop­ping by!

Wow. It’s 10/10/10. Maybe I should do ten sen­tences today, just to cel­e­brate! Any­one mind? Okay good. No one tell on me then.

Con­tin­u­ing from last week:

She delib­er­ate­ly wait­ed for him to cross the thresh­old and get an eye­ful of the emp­ty shell of a house before she descend­ed the stairs, with a sac­cha­rine smile left by her maul­ing fantasy.

He couldn’t have seen much. He stood just inside the front door, but the expres­sion of utter dis­be­lief on his ashen face proved that he saw enough, and it was pret­ty grat­i­fy­ing, but she smoth­ered her smile. He looked up at her when she appeared around the landing.

“What the hell, Bron­wynn?” He only called her by her full name when he was pissed. An apolo­getic atti­tude might have worked bet­ter for him. Shame­ful maybe. Not this incred­u­lous irri­ta­tion that only made her blood boil.

Okay, that’s it for me, folks. Be sure to vis­it the offi­cial site for more participants.

Anoth­er week gone, and Octo­ber already. I noticed some leaves that had turned, which is an unusu­al sight around here, usu­al­ly we get our first snow­storm and the leaves just die with­out the col­or show.

Oops, now I said that out loud, and I’ve jinxed the weath­er. Great.

Okay, pick­ing up where I left off last week:

He wasn’t com­ing home to beg for­give­ness, but if he expect­ed to ratio­nal­ize what he’d done, he would be dis­ap­point­ed in the result. She had no patience for his whin­ing. Not today.

Nev­er again.

            She let her imag­i­na­tion run a lit­tle wild. She pic­tured her­self tear­ing clumps of his hair–his pride and joy–out by the root, and leav­ing long bloody scratch­es on his hand­some face. 

Have a great week, every­one. Be sure to check out all of the oth­er SSS Par­tic­i­pants at the offi­cial site.