Six Sentence Sunday 25

Until the end of May I’ll be posting from my current release Breathe Me In, which is part of the Tales of the Darkworld series. This book is a gay erotic paranormal novella, very hot and sleek. Our main hero is Wilson North, a vampire whose mate is Garrick Forrester, one of the Magia, the magical race. The two have just met in a mausoleum of all places.

The scent of patchouli intensified, underwritten with the scent of the Magia’s blood. Will’s heart pounded, and his breath shortened. Something metaphysical stirred within him and he had the sense that he stood on a precipice, his life as he knew it falling away behind him as a vast new frontier opened before him.

Another deep breath. The patchouli wove its scent through his body and his skin tingled.

That’s it. Breathe me in…

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Six Sentence Sunday 24

I’m back and today is our last look at The Ruined Lady. (Sorry, Taryn!) This time, a little love between Nick and Carlisle.

“Oh, Nick, I love you so,” she moaned.

“I love you too, Carly. I love you more than life,” he whispered against her throat. “You are mine. We are one. Nothing will ever separate us again.”

She clutched him to her, holding him tightly. “Nothing,” she echoed, her heart fervently praying that it was so.

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Six Sentence Sunday 23

I think I’ll do two final Sundays of The Ruined Lady before I move on to something else. Next week while I’m wrapping up at RT, I’ll give you a little love between Carlisle and Nick. This week I’ll give you a taste of Anthony and the hero of the third book in the trilogy, a spy with an opium addiction. Valentine is Leonora’s best friend and the man the third duke’s daughter is in love with. Francesca’s problem is that she has a stammer. (Remember, Carlisle isn’t a virgin and Leonora has a limp.) Val doesn’t think he deserves Fran so he jilts her horribly on their wedding day by letting her find him with a whore. Actually, he never touched the whore because he was plagued at the time by a war injury that wouldn’t have let him do anything with her even had he wanted to.

In this scene, Anthony has come to ask Val to infiltrate the Marquess of Whitborough’s estate to get a look at Carlisle’s illegitimate daughter.

“What is it you want me find out?” Val asked. “Or should I guess?” A smug smile was curling his lips.

“Oh, by all means guess,” Anthony chuckled and poured himself another glass of wine.

“You want me to get a look at the child, Emily.”

“Very good,” Anthony said and sipped at his wine. “Infiltrating Whitborough Marsh is a job that is perfect for your talents. I don’t know of anyone else who could do this.”

The hottie is not apropo of anything but his pose reminds me of Valentine’s despair. For more Six Sentence Sunday offerings by awesome authors and writers, click HERE.

I’m off to RT this week so I’ll be posting next week’s SSS from there. Have a good one!

Six Sentence Sunday 22

Last week I gave you some hot stuff from Nick and Carlisle, but this week let’s take a look at a pair of secondary characters who are slated to be the hero and heroine of the second book in the trilogy.  Lea is a duke’s daughter with a limp. She had her horse shot out from under her saving Anthony’s life. The dead horse crushed her leg and of course, Anthony feels guilty. And of course, Lea doesn’t want him to. She just wants him to love her.

But all that comes later. Here the two are bantering at the ball that takes place prior to Nick and Carlisle’s assignation.

When they reached the lantern lit terrace, Leonora stopped while Nick led Carlisle down the steps into the shadowed garden. They disappeared around a hedge and Leonora turned on Anthony with the force of a hurricane.

“What the hell did you think you were doing, you bastard?” she asked him furiously.

Anthony leaned his hip against the low stone railing. “Lovely to see you again too, Leonora,” he murmured silkily.

Her magnificent breasts heaved beneath the pale green gauze and for a moment he thought that being cut to shreds by her tongue was worth it for that display alone.

Hope you liked this different look at The Ruined Lady! If you want to see all the other Sunday Six offerings, click HERE.

I’m off to look at some houses. We offered for something late on Friday but since everything is in limbo over the weekend, we thought we get in one last look at the other homes in the canyon where we want to live. Happy Sunday!

Six Sentence Sunday 21

I entered The Ruined Lady in a historical contest awhile back and this week I learned that it didn’t final. However, I had great feedback from the judges, all of whom thought it just needed some work. Which I knew because after all, I wrote this years before I was published. It head hops all over the place. Anyway, I’m hanging onto their remarks and notes for when I have the time to revise this puppy and finish it and shop it to an agent.

And now, it’s time for more from Nick and Carlisle. I almost went with secondary characters this week but decided it’s best to show how things progressed between these two from last week’s post.

His eyes met hers over the slight curve of her belly and he could see that her fierce arousal matched his own. Dipping his head, he ran his tongue along her cleft. She cried out and her fingers clutched at his hair. He licked and sucked at her until she thrust her hips urgently against his face. Then his tongue stabbed the swollen bud of flesh that begged for his touch and she let out a muffled scream. He held her hips in his hands and sucked on the bud until he felt her flesh convulse.

Did you turn your fan on yet? *wink* Hope that heated up your Sunday! For more Six Sentence Sunday participants – who just might have hot excerpts too – click HERE. Have a good one!