Six Sentence Sunday

Hey, party people! Wow, Sunday again. Finally it is cooling off in the great state of AZ. Cooler weather always puts me in a better mood, which is why I’ve decided to give one more Six Sentence Sunday of my Contemporary I/R Dearly Beloved. A lot of people wanted to know what happened after last week’s six, so I decided… Why not let them eat cake.

So, without further ado here’s the continuation of Dearly Beloved, picking up in the kitchen with Chris between Renée’s legs where we left him.

Must, fight temp-tation, must be strong.

“What are you doing,” Renée asked, surprised her voice was steady given her trembling, quivering, loins.

He grinned.

Damn, him!

“My neck was starting to hurt from looking down,” he explained as if it were the most rational excuse in the world. All the while he stood close enough for her to know he’d recently brushed his teeth with mint Aquafresh.

Is there more? Of course, but unfortunately that’s my six. If you want to read other authors fabulous six, please visit www.sixsunday.com. Again, thank you so much for the comments they mean the world to me and if you didn’t know, now you know. You commenters all rock—hard.

Six Sentence Sunday

Lordy, Lordy, goodness me, another Six Sentence Sunday it be. Hi everyone, I hope you’ve all had an amazing week. Mine has been trying, which is why I didn’t get to make the Six Sentence Sunday rounds last week. Please forgive me, to who left comments, I’ll be getting to you all this Sunday.

This Sunday marks the ending of our journey featuring the ever difficult Renée and the playboy/brother’s best friend Chris in my Contemporary Romance Dearly Beloved. Yet again, Chris has managed to corner Renée in the kitchen.

            Without warning, he struck, moved too fast for her to protest. A hand under each arm, he lifted her and set her on the small edge of the counter in front of the sink. Recovering for her shock quickly, she gasped and kicked at him. He easily dodged her kicks, waited for her to settle and resumed his position of far too close.

            Pushing her legs apart he positioned his big body between them. Leaning in close, he braced a hand on each side of her body.

That’s it. Not as eventful, but if you’ve been following weekly totally a pivotal moment. Interested in Dearly Beloved be looking for the release date on my website. For now please go to www.sixsunday.com to read other amazing authors six sentences. As always please leave comments and thank you in advance for your comments.

Six Sentence Sunday

Aww…It’s Sunday once again, and thankfully, I have all my tires this week. Thank you to everyone who continues to come by week after week to keep up with my Six Sentences. I may not be able to thank everyone individually, but let me tell you…you rock! Hard. I love comments.

This week we’re still inside Chris’s POV in Dearly Beloved and we pick up right where we left off after Renée drops the chair on her foot.

Before either guessed the other’s intentions it was too late. Grabbing the back of the chair between them, Renée reached out to steady herself at that exact moment Chris reached to pull it out for her. Their hands touched and eyes locked. Something that can only be described as an electrical current or a shock hit Chris.

He’d never felt anything like it before, it was as if everything about him shot out and into her and vice versa. If she didn’t already own him before, she definitely owned him now, that one touch branded him for all eternity.

There you have it. Please go to www.sixsunday.com and check out other amazing authors and their six. I’ll see you next week, same time, same channel.

Six Sentence Sunday

Okay, party people in the house… What’s shakin’ everybody? It’s Sunday again. I hope everyone had a fantastic week. Mine sucked; someone stole the tires off my car. I know…don’t say anything. It’s too painful; the wound is still very fresh. So, in hopes of speeding along the healing process, let’s get to this Sunday’s six sentences, shall we? J

Today we jump ahead a bit in Dearly Beloved. We’re still in Chris’s POV, but we’re going to fast forward to one of his first intense interactions with Renée. Unfortunately, this happens at 1am in the kitchen, after she’s had a panic attack, late night snack, and frustrating confrontation with Chris, which leads to her dropping a chair on her foot.  

Trying hard not to laugh at her hopping around, Chris rushed around the table and picked up the chair. “Smooth move, Ex-Lax,” bending down, he reached to examine her toe.

 “Keep your hands off me, I don’t need your help,” Renée shouted, moving backwards so fast she nearly fell off balance due to her hurt, lifted, foot.

Chris watched, fighting the smile threatening to upturn the corners of his mouth at the sight of, too cute Renée, attempting to avoid his touch. Like him, she probably knew one touch would be all it took to change their relationship. Something he severely counted on.

That’s all she wrote folks. Will Renée ever succumb to Chris? We shall see next week. Until then, check out other wonderful authors Six Sentences at www.sixsunday.com. Again, thank you to everyone who takes time to comment. It means the world to me. You rock—hard!

Six Sentence Sunday

Whoa! Sunday again. The weeks are going by far too fast. But, since it’s here, and there’s nothing that can be done about it, let’s power through. First, thanks to everyone who comes to my blog and reads and comments faithfully. It means the world to me. Second, thanks for taking time to visit on the anniversary of a great tragedy for our country. My heart and prayers go out to all those who lost someone and or felt the impact of that day. And third, it’s time for Six Sentence Sunday…!

Keeping with the trend of the last two weeks, this week’s snippet is from my one and only Contemporary IR Dearly Beloved. Until now we’ve been following our heroine, Renee, as she fights her attraction to our hero, Chris, her older brother’s best friend. This week we pick up where we left off last week with Renee still refusing to allow Chris into her house, but in Chris’s POV.

Chris tried to talk himself out of coming here with Drew—he did really! He wanted to be the good selfless friend Drew needed, but in the end, he was Chris. And Chris wasn’t known for his patience, but he’d given the ever mercurial Renée five years to run from their mounting attraction, what they could have, and he could wait no more. He even went as far as to stay with his grandparents in Flagstaff for over a year so he wasn’t tempted to cross the line before she could handle a relationship with him. But now, age was no longer a factor and neither of them was dating anyone—although, her seeing someone wouldn’t have mattered, he’d take her from whoever dared to touch her. See, he didn’t want to merely date her, he wanted her—completely.

 And there you have it. Want to read more fantastic authors six sentences? Go to www.sixsunday.com click on a link and enjoy. See ya next week!

Six Sentence Sunday

Well, hey there, hi there, ho there everybody! I hope your weekend has been wonderful and I’m sure it’s getting better, considering most people have Monday off—Yes! Anyhoot, I just wanted to thank everyone who stops in regularly and comments on my Six Sentence Sunday posts. It means the world to me. Although I don’t get to respond to everyone individually, know you’re in my gratitude.

This week I’m continuing with excerpts from Dearly Beloved my one and only IR Contemporary Romance. This clip picks up with Renée’s not so grudging scrutiny of her brother’s best friend Christopher after they arrive at her home.

As always, Chris stood sure of himself: tall and straight with his broad shoulders back, absurdly large, muscular arms crossed over a wide lickable chest. No. Not lickable, disgusting, his absurdly large, muscular arms crossed over a wide lick—disgusting chest. Shit!

Standing must be making her light headed. It had to be because Hell would freeze over, thaw out, and then freeze over again before she licked his chest. Half the Arizona female population had licked that chest and she’d be damned if she got added to his roster.

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Poetry For The Week From The Pied Piper

Ugly On The Inside

Outside I may seem put together and so strong.

Everyone in the world sees this too, so how could they be wrong?

Perfectly groomed, not a hair out of place.

Make-up immaculate on a brown skinned Botticelli face.

But, inside alone is all that I am. At times it’s all I think I’ll ever be.

Yet, everyone asks, “How could a girl so beautiful be lonely?”

As if there could ever be an answer that would suffice.

As if I haven’t asked myself the same question once or twice.

Was I not enough?

Did I not give to the poor?

Is this eternal solitude a wish made by an enemy with an unsettled score?

If only everyone would stop and peer into my eyes, look deep.

Maybe they’d find the biggest secret I keep.

So, next time we’re together and you say goodbye…

Stare, you’ll notice I’m trying hard not to cry.

Peer under the make-up, the nice clothes, the hair.

Because that’s where it’s laid out bare:

The wounded soul of a lonely woman…who just wanted someone to care.

~Wilt Reese

Six Sentence Sunday

Greetings everyone! It's Sunday once again and you know what that means. Six Sentence Sunday! Today I'm moving on from Astrid Walker and taking you on a little trip to Contemporary Romance land. This is my one and only Contemporary, Coming-of-Age Romance titled Dearly Beloved.

Dearly Beloved is the story of a jaded, young, Black woman suffering from PTSD  who goes on a literal and internal trip of self-discovery with friends twenty-two years after being adopted by a Caucasian family. On this trip she learns: sometimes water is thicker than blood and that love can come in the most unlikely of places. This excerpt is from the first interaction between the heroine and the hero...her older brothers best friend.
        
          “Andrew,” Renée said in a deceptively sugar sweet voice, glaring daggers a few inches up and over her brother’s shoulder, “aren’t you breaking some leash law for your dog?”

“I’ve missed you too, Renée,” Chris greeted in his sinfully deep baritone, which sent tingles shooting down her spine and a rush of liquid fire pooling between her legs.

Damn, him!

           In black cargo shorts, falling just past his knees, flip-flops, black muscle shirt and dark black tinted Oakley’s hiding his Windex blue eyes, he looked…disgusting! No, she would not think of anything but how gross he looked with his surfer boy blond hair, perfectly tanned muscular calves, arms, and rock hard upper body. If looks could kill…he’d be a nuclear weapon.

And there you have it. Thank you in advance for your comments I love reading them and I try to respond when I can. To check out other awesome authors participating in Six Sentence Sunday visit www.sixsunday.com.

Six Sentence Sunday

Wow! Sunday seems to come faster and faster each week, doesn't it? Once again I'm excited to announce another Six Sentence Sunday. That's the good news. The bad news, depending on how you want to take it, is that this is the last excerpt I'll be putting up from my recently completed manuscript Astrid Walker. So, without further ado, here's my six for this week picking up from right where we left off last Sunday:

Confused, Astrid turned around in circles, scanning, attempting to orient herself to the abrupt change of scenery. She glanced down, and damn near pissed her pants at what she saw.

           Wait, could an astral being piss their pants? She didn’t know, but squeezing her eyes closed tight then opening them again, she thought, if there ever were a time for the theory to be tested, it’d be now. Because, yep, she definitely wasn’t in her room anymore. Astrid wiggled her toes in the grainy, warm, broken granules, shifting just her eyes, she gazed down—sand.

Alrighty folks, that's it for Six Sentence Sunday. If you want to check out other awesome authors visit www.sixsunday.com click a name and get to readin' six sentences from either a WIP, completed manuscript, or a published works from a number of many wonderful authors.

**If you want more Astrid Walker get in touch with me for details for release dates or check my site www.piper-anderson.com for updates.

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday everyone! Wow! Sunday already. The week goes far too fast. As you all are becoming accustomed to, it's Six Sentence Sunday. The time authors get together and share six sentences from a work in progress, a completed work, or a published novel.

Today, by popular demand, we again meet Astrid from my completed Supernatural Thriller with romantic elements manuscript Astrid Walker. If you haven't heard about her please check the last couple Sunday posts and check her out. We rejoin Astrid right after she touches the picture of her friend while in her astral body...
            Coming out of her previous crouch, Astrid rose to her full height. Unsteady on her feet, she reached to steady herself on the dresser. It wasn’t there. She blinked repeatedly to clear her still unfocused vision. Like an unexpected flash of a camera, when next she opened her eyes, a bright light assaulted her.
            No, it wasn’t light. It was…the sun.

And there you have it ;-) If you want to check out other authors who are amazing, by the way. Please visit www.sixsunday.com to see their six.

Six Sentence Sunday

Howdy Doody, everyone?! I doody fine. In what is becoming a grand tradition, it is time for Six Sentence Sunday. What's Six Sentence Sunday? A day where several authors post six sentence clips from either their work in progress, something published, or something they've written. I've been doing it for weeks now and I'm here to share mine with you.

Below you'll find another excerpt from my finished manuscript Astrid Walker. A Supernatural Thriller with romantic elements, it's about a woman suffering from nightmare induced insomnia. Upon a suggestion from a friend, she takes a sleep-aid that instead of helping her sleep has a couple scary side-effects...astral projection and dream-walking. This excerpt shows her first experience with dream-walking, she's staring at a picture of her best friend--who doesn't believe her experience--while in her astral body....

“I’m crazy,” she scoffed in her echoic, dreamy, bell voice, “puh-lease. You dress up like Marilyn Monroe for Halloween and I’m the crazy one.” She touched Davin’s image with the tip of her pointer finger—and froze.

A queasy feeling rolled over her.

Eyes focused on the photo, it blurred, rippled as if it were liquid, a loud whooshing rushed through her ears.

Her vision unfocused as if scrambled, it wobbled, shifted—changed.

To read other authors six sentences visit: www.sixsunday.com. You won't be dissappointed there a truly talented authors there. Have a good week and keep a lookout for Piper In The Dark.

Six Sentence Sunday

Hello all,
It's me The Pied Piper with another Six Sentence Sunday. This is my third week participating. What is Six Sentence Sunday? It is a weekly blog where I post a six sentence teaser of either a work in progress, a published work, or a finish manuscript. If you'd like to check out other authors Six Sentences I encourage you to go to www.sixsunday.com. Trust me you won't be disappointed with what you find.

Today I'm posting six sentences from my newly finished manuscript Astrid Walker. It is a supernatural thriller with romantic elements about a young woman who suffers from a rare sleep disorder that allows her to astral project into other peoples dreams. Think love child of Freddy Kruger and Carrie White. This is from her very first experience.

Breath even, hand tucked under her cheek, mouth relaxed in an expression of peace, she’d never looked more content. Moonlight broke through a slit in the curtains over the window across the room illuminating her dark skin. She looked like a doll, it truly was a sight to see.

And she did…see it, that is.

Standing at the foot of the bed a seemingly whole Astrid in the same long white gown she’d worn to bed, was wearing asleep in bed, stood impossibly watching herself….

Sleep.

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. This is my second week doing this and I’m still a bit nervous. This is where I post a six sentence excerpt from either a work in progress or a completed manuscript. Again, this is an excerpt from my completed manuscript Dead Inside. I’m picking up where we left off last Sunday after Amelia’s friend Tessa cuts her finger.

Suddenly, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Blood oozed from the cut in Tessa’s left index finger and slid down its length. Amelia watched mesmerized by each drop as if it were the best thing on TV. She could actually hear the blood pulsing through Tessa’s veins, pooling around the injury and coming out of her finger. Each drop sizzled like frying bacon and smelled just as tasty. Surprising her, Amelia’s stomach growled again, she was still hungry—famished.

To see other amazing authors who contribute to Six Sentence Sunday visit: www.sixsunday.com. Also check out my website www.piper-anderson.com

The Pied Writer

Let's Take It Back.... Way...Back!

Hello, my faithful readers. How the heck are you? If you just answered that question to your computer out loud then you are truly a reader after my own heart.

In Today’s edition of The Pied Writer I’m going to be addressing the hot button issue known as: back story or background information.

Now, I’m by no means an authority on the subject and I’ve often found myself wandering down the rocky path of “where the hell does it go” and “how much is too much”. As a writer I know how important it is to bring your characters to life by giving them amazing back story that gets peppered through the entire book. As a reader I want to be drawn into the story by three dimensional characters with thick layers and rich, interesting lives.

However, there is a time and place for everything.

First, I’ll ask the question: how long do you have to be in the presence of an asshole to know the person you’re speaking with is an asshole? The answer: probably not long.

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday

I've started something new. On Sunday I will be posting six sentences from either a work in progress or a completed manuscript. Today I'm entering six sentences from my completed manuscript Dead Inside. In this scene Amelia, the heroine, who is transitioning into a vampire unbeknownst to her, has her first experience with bloodlust.

“You’re gonna cut your finger off or stab out your eye!"
  Tessa backed away still trying to open the bag. “I know what I’m doing, I’m a pr— Shit!” Tessa cried out, dropping the bag and knife.
  Blood dripped from Tessa’s wound. Amelia licked her lips, suddenly entranced…

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The Pied Writer

Turn Off The Lights...and Light A Candle

Hey there my groovy fan. Or is it fans now? Are there two? Awesome...! Praise the Lord and pass the panties.

Anywho, enough about that. I'm writing today because I am totally and completely stuck. Writing those extra randy scenes is a tricky business.

My question to other writers: did you ever blush and giggle like a school girl while writing your sexy time scenes?

I sure do. I'm seriously sitting in front of my computer giggling like it's the first time I heard the word...dare I say it? Penis. He..hee...

The Pied Writer

I. Just. Can’t. Do It. Captain…. I don’t Have The Power…

Why, hell-looo fans of the Pied Writer. I know what you’re thinking, “Today’s not Wednesday its Tuesday.” And, thanks to Rebecca Black, we’ll all forever know exactly what day of the week it is.

Please God don’t let it be…“’Friday…Friday. Gotta get up on, Friday…’”

This is a special edition of The Pied Writer. I figured you all deserved one given the fact that I’ve been slacking on my pimping lately.

N-E-Wayz—hey, check my spelling? And I fancy myself a writer. He-he.—today I’m talking about brain farts. We all have them, those times when the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t get them out. Or, better yet, those times when you’re literally mid-sentence and totally forget what you were writing, or God forbid, saying.

What Color Is Love?

Hello my far out chicks and happening cats. It’s been a week or so since my last blog and I’m sure all three people who read it have been like “where did Piper go?” Sorry, I’ve been a writing fool and had to go incognegro for a minute, but I’m back.

Today my question to all who dare to answer is: What color is love?

I ask this because I recently considered the issue of the genre Interracial Romance. I have another blog where I go way in depth about this issue but I decided to toss my two cents over here too. Most novels I read the hero and the heroine are the same race. To me, it’s no big deal, as long as I can identify with the characters in some way they could be purple for all I care.

Dead Inside Trailer

Hello all,

Everyone prepared for the weekend? I know I am. I get to write my butt off this weekend. Woo hoo! To start the weekend off on a positive note, I'm putting up the first trailer made by a for my novel Dead Inside. It's meant to be something fun. I'd love some opinions, so please let me know if you find it interesting.

TTFN,
The Pied Piper

The Pied Writer

It’s 4am. Your house is as quiet as a tomb and, you’re up before God and everyone with one goal in mind:

“I’m gonna write my ass off today.”

Still sporting the bed head look, your hair sticking up every which way, robe over your favorite ultra-comfy, gray lounge pants and your pink shirt you wouldn’t be caught dead in outside your house, which reads: “Writers do it better,” you’re set. Good to go!

You’re in your office, on your couch, at your kitchen table, in the bathroom, or where ever it is you do your writing. You’ve got your dictionary, thesaurus, pad of paper for those ideas that inevitably pop into your head when you’re busy doing something else and you’ve got your favorite mug filled with coffee or a nice hot tea—depending on what you drink. You’re feeling good about this and totally stoked. After weeks of saying you’d do this, you’ve finally done it. It’s A.I.C. (ass in chair) time. Time to get groovy!

Two hours later…

Lovers, Rubbers, Vampires and Friends

Hello all my favorite people,

I hope you all are well, at least, all who read this. To everyone else, boo on you, but I guess you wouldn’t know I said that so…

Moving on.

So, are you looking at the title like…what the hell? You can’t see it, but I’m shaking my head and grinning like a hooker who scored a millionaire. Can anyone say, Pretty Woman Part Deux?

Any hoot, back to the topic at hand. Let’s start with vampires and friends, better known as, what I like to call them, vampire-friends. They suck no actual blood but they do hold a Ph. D. in sucking you dry of time and energy. It’s always take, take, take and very 
little give where these friends are concerned.

As crass and upfront as I’m known to be, I’ll refrain from using names here. Those who think I’m referring to you specifically, shame on you I’d never out you in a blog—not! Those who know me and think this isn’t about you…? I guess we can’t all have perfect insight into ourselves. 

Express yourself don't repress yourself

Hola

So, this is a bit of a first for me. I'm not usually an everyday blogger. It's just not how I role. Usually I have so much ish to do I'm lucky to get in the one blog a week.

But, this week...? It's on like Donkey Kong. I must be butter…‘cause I’m on a roll. Now let's get it goin'.

Earlier today I got asked two very interesting questions. First I was asked, "Why do you write such dark stuff? Your romance is dark and sometimes so is your humor."

Next, someone said, after reading some of my work, "Wow! Reading your work is exactly like talking to you. Not really in charge of your filter are you?"

After letting out a string of expletives and unsavory things about both people’s mothers—just kidding, I only said something about one's mother. Lol! Wink, wink. I'll let you decide if I really did either of those.

The point of this blog is: these questions got me thinking about how I write, how others write, and what readers prefer.

Over the years, my writing has progressed and grown, but one thing has remained the same: I write what comes to my mind no matter how dark, dirty, raunchy, sad, goofy, taboo, or controversial. I've always enjoyed pushing the boundaries, testing the limits. It’s my firm belief that true gems of greatness come from people who dared to step outside the box.

I hate this part right here....

Testing, testing... Check one, check two, check, check... Is this thing on?

Okay, I'm done with the weirdest. As you'll soon find out, I'm in no short supply of weird things to say. When I discribed this blog as somewhere that I blog random ramblings at times, I wasn't joking. I'm famous for saying, and blogging, whatever comes to my mind and I rarely believe in censoring myself. Or at least I say that, the real problem is I have no filter. With me it's an in brain out mouth sort of deal with rarely a referee there to call time outs or fouls. Anyway, back to the point of the blog.

If you're a loyal reader then you're familiar with my other blog that is attached to my website http://www.dee-deeanderson.com/.