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.

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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.

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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.