“I’m sorry about . . . Well, about what happened in my office.”
Her eyes flew open and she stared up at the stars. Her face grew hotter. Not with embarrassment, as he would probably assume, but with anger. How dare he take her one good memory and taint it with an apology. Now she felt cheap, when before she felt wanted and cherished and treasured.
From The Notorious Lady Anne (release date 2/11/2013)
He was insufferable, dictatorial, sometimes rude, with a sense of entitlement that being a prisoner would never banish.
He had dark blue eyes that saw too much and well-formed lips too quick to offend.
And yet, she was drawn to this irresistible, irritating, irrational man who willingly left his warm bed to help her tend a man he believed was already condemned to a watery grave.
“Emmaline.”
Her head jerked up and she quickly wiped the tears from her face.
Another one from Deception:
Kate opened her eyes to find Luke lying on the other bed, his head propped on one hand, staring at her.
For a moment, in her sleep-addled mind, time seemed to stand still, then rush backward toward happier, more carefree times. To a place where life had been about as perfect as she could have imagined.
What happened to the man she’d fallen in love with? The guy who’d laughed and loved with her? The man she had known would have never killed someone, then run, stealing a car in the process.
“Go inside, Madelaine. Before I change my mind.”
“Change your mind about what?”
“About taking you back to my place and making long, slow love to you.”
He waited, breath held, hoping she’d take him up on the offer. To his great disappointment, she unlocked the door to the building and stepped through, closing it
firmly behind her.
From Wherever You Are, which released in paperback this week. Enjoy! And click here for other Sunday Sixes.
“I didn’t set fire to your ship.”
His head tilted, the thoughtful expression deepening. “Didn’t you?”
She shook her head, unable to tear her gaze from his. That whole sense of the unreal descended on her, numbing her. More seconds passed–seconds in which the large man stared at her with eyes that seemed to pick at her thoughts.
“You may never return to police work, Mr. Juran. I’m sorry.”
Alex closed his eyes. Oh, yeah, there were different kinds of pain, and his had just taken a whole new turn.
He opened his eyes and stared at the happy-face balloons and the banners on the flower arrangements demanding he “get well soon”.
In one day, he lost his wife, his career. His life.
Welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday where authors post six sentences of their writing. This is from my romantic suspense, Deception. Enjoy! And don’t forget to visit other authors’ six sentences here.
He sucked in a breath that made his bruised ribs ache. The pain in her voice got to him, stabbed at his guilt. “Everything except what I did for a living was the truth,” he said quietly.
“Our love?”
“God, Kate, I hate that you even have to ask that.”
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Happy Sunday! Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday where a bunch of very talented authors get together and post six sentences from either a current work-in-progress or something already published. My six sentences are from my current wip–a contemporary Knights Templar story.
“You summoned?” Julian leaned a heavily muscled shoulder against a tree and looked down at the toes of his boots as if the dirt caked there was more important than being called by the two most powerful angels. He lifted his head to pierce Michael with a green-eyed stare of impertinence.
Michael’s glare seemed to amuse the Templar, and the more amused Julian became, the more ferocious Michael’s look.
“We need your help,” Gabriel said, intervening before swords clashed—which they were wont to do on occasion.
Julian’s brow rose but he didn’t take his gaze off Michael.
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Its that time again. Six Sentence Sunday! Because its so cold and windy and, well, cold, I wanted something that will warm us up. A sexy female pirate, a hot nobleman and an even hotter tropical island. This is from The Notorious Lady Jane (as yet unpublished):
Reed sighed and turned to her. The heat was stifling, the breeze non-existent. Sweat dampened his shirt, plastering it to his chest, outlining the chiseled muscles beneath. Muscles she’d laid her hand against for the glorious moments she kissed him.
She turned her gaze back to the blasted barnacles, refusing to look or be tempted.
“Isabelle.”
She closed her eyes at her whispered name, willing him away. Maybe she should build a bloody dungeon to put him in.
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