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Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL
Today I’ve got three sentences from my another WIP, As Long As You’re Mine. I’m working on revisions before sending it back out to agents. Here’s a little of what I was working on today. Hope you enjoy!
Willing himself to go slowly, he inched one hand down between her spread legs, finding her slit drenched in moisture. He took a breath, opened his mouth wide and gently raked his teeth along the smooth cheek before him as he slid his fingers along the soft folds of her lower lips. Low panting became a deep guttural moan as he slipped two fingers inside the welcoming warmth.
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Then you’ve come to the right place. I’m talking about my “naughty” New Year’s resolution–to write more “naughty” books in 2013!
This year I only released one erotic romance, 7 Days of Seduction. It was a sexy, naughty read, but I can do better than just one in a whole year! So my New Year’s resolution is to write at least four naughty novellas in the coming year.
The publisher of 7 Days has already requested a sequel–7 More Days. I’ve got my thinking cap on, figuring out what Hunter and Ashley can do next! Maybe a film shoot for Ashley’s ex-boyfriend, Sam? We’ll see. 🙂
Then I’ve got another idea for a 1Night Stand story–concerning an older romance writer who needs some inspiration for her novels. Madame Eve’s solution? An out of work actor who’s 17 years younger than her. The spark of creativity gets a work-out with these two.
A third book is a sequel to my first erotic work, Hog Wild. In this book, Jesse takes Lula to a Harley rally where they meet up with some rather unsavory characters–including a former boyfriend of Lula’s and the guy whose bike she stole. Jesse’s got his work cut out for him, keeping his woman safe and satisfied.
Book four I’m not sure of yet–could be another in the Hog Wild series, could be a Christmas tale, or something I haven’t dreamed up yet. But I’m definitely going to be on the Naughty list by next Christmas.
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Blurb for 7 Days of Seduction: Ashley Thompson had a wild time at her party last Friday night. Maybe too wild. She wakes to find a video of her in the middle of a ménage a trois with her ex-boyfriend and a gorgeous stranger. Unable to remember anything about the night, other than the hot sex she sees on the computer screen, Ashley begins a search for Mr. Hunk. She has no luck until he unexpectedly shows up–in her shower.
Hunter Hopewell intends to introduce Ash to a variety of sexual experiences he finds fun and exciting. He proposes a week long series of “colorful” encounters designed to seduce Ashley out of her kink comfort zone.
As their week of escalating pleasure intensifies, Ashley must choose to let go of her inhibitions or risk losing the best damn lover she’s ever had.
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Welcome to Jenna’s Journal! I thought we’d ring in the new year with some auld lang syne, some memories of New Year’s Eves past.
My Five Top New Year’s Memories
1. 1st New Year’s Eve at Disney World. I’ve been to their fireworks display several times, but the first time I went it was so freakin’ bright I closed my eyes because I thought I was going to get a retina burn! LOL
2. 1st New Year’s With Baby. My daughter was born just a few days before New Year’s Eve and so the doctor decided to discharge me from the hospital on New Year’s Eve. We went home, stayed up until the ball dropped and went to bed. The next day we found out the hospital I’d been discharged from had caught on fire just hours after I’d left.
3. Moving Day. I moved in with my soon-to-be husband on New Year’s Eve. There was last minute packing and it got later and later. He kept calling me, insisting that I be in the house with him before the new year came. I made it with about 20 minutes to spare. We then celebrated with champagne.
4. Another New Year’s Eve at Disney World. This time my husband had broken his ankle and was in a wheelchair. We couldn’t get a motorized one that day, so I had to push him all over the park. Epcot does NOT lie on flat ground! And again, the fireworks were spectacular.
5. New Year’s Eve Party. My senior year in high school I decided to have a New Year’s Eve party. It ended up with about four kids showing up so we sat around and watched Dick Clark on TV and drank sparkling grape juice at midnight. I have not had a New Year’s Eve party since.
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Blurb for Only Scandal Will Do:
He has the woman of his dreams, but what price will he have to pay to win her heart?
Kidnapped and sold at auction in a London brothel, Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam squelches an undeniable attraction to the masked stranger who purchased her, pits her wits against him, and escapes him and the scandal that would ruin her life.
Unable to resist temptation in a London brothel, Duncan Ferrers, Marquess of Dalbury, purchases a fiery beauty. She claims she’s a lady, but how can she be? No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her. Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation. He knows how that is. One more scandal and he’ll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who’ll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family’s name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared. He’s betting their future he’ll capture her heart, but does he have what it takes to win the wager?
WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.
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Happy Sunday! And happy holidays! Hope everyone is getting ready for the New Year!
For my final Six Sentence Sunday post of the year, I’m putting up six from my historical novel, Only Scandal Will Do. It’s been the year of Scandal for me, with my first full-length novel finally being published in both e-book and print! This time last year I’d just been sent the gorgeous cover from my publisher at Lyrical. What a difference a year makes!
These six are from one of my favorite parts of the novel: Lady Katarina has just been formally introduced to the Marquess of Dalbury, the man who had bought her in a brothel auction three weeks before. They have just shared a dance and Dalbury has escorted her into the gardens in order for them to talk about their situation and he has just asked her to marry him.
“I can swear to you, Lord Dalbury, that I would not marry you if I were in Hell and you were my only hope of Heaven.”
“I believe you made a similar claim about dancing with me, Lady Katarina, yet we have indeed enjoyed a dance together despite your words.” His tone was soft, the sensuous, cajoling one he had used to seduce her that night in the House of Pleasure.
Kat trembled, recalling the incredible sensations of his hands, his mouth on her body.
“Is there nothing that would entice you to leave your Hell for my Heaven?”
She struggled to answer, opened her lips to deny it, only to find her mouth completely sealed by his.
And that kiss was all Dalbury’s idea! I had no intention of writing it at all! LOL
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Such a treat for you today! I’ve got a Spotlight on Angela Quarel’s latest contemporary romantic comedy with paranormal elements. It’s a novelette from Secret Cravings called Beer and Groping in Las Vegas.
Blurb for Beer and Groping in Las Vegas:
Can a djinn and a magic slot machine bring two geeks together?
Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, smart chicks never look at him twice.
Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna would rather immerse herself in work than be the girlfriend-of-the-moment. Stranded in a Vegas hotel, she makes a wish—a night of hot sex with the man of her dreams. It’s granted. She agrees to dinner, but afterward, she’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they’re surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.
Fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Monty Python, Firefly and Marvin the Martian will enjoy this romantic comedy.
Excerpt for Beer and Groping in Las Vegas:
His khakis had the perfect fit—snug enough to hint at a fantastic bod, but not nerdy-tight. And definitely not the baggy style so many guys sported today. Not too tight, not too loose, but just right. Just call her Goldilocks of the Khaki Admirers. After all, a girl enjoyed a glimpse of firm butt. Speaking of which, she’d need to peek later.
But what attracted her most were his warm, intelligent, bourbon-brown eyes. She’d had a hard time looking into them during dinner, like she’d overexpose or singe herself, or worse, like they’d penetrate to the stark loneliness she buried so deep within.
At the bank of elevators inside the hotel, he pushed the Up arrow. Soon, a melodic ding chimed and the door opened on the ornate brass and marble interior. She crossed the threshold, her heel snagging in the gap, and she stumbled forward. Heat shot up her neck, up her face—he was going to think she was sloshed.
His arm gripped hers tighter, steadying her. “Whoa, there. I got you.” He led them inside. “I can’t imagine what it’s like walking around on those pointy things.”
“You should try it some time.”
He shuddered. “No, thank you.”
The doors closed, and Mirjam thumbed the button for her floor. His eyes turned serious, and he twirled her around so she pressed against him. Her heart stuttered at the feel of his strong body flush against hers for the first time. His heat. His scent. Oh God, his eyes.
“Mirjam. I feel like tonight is all about honesty. And just, well, being in the moment.”
Her breath caught. “I think I know what you mean,” she whispered.
He smiled. The warmth and sincerity of that smile touched her deep inside, reaching to that well-protected loneliness. “I’ll be honest then. I want you.” His hands stayed at her hips, holding her to him. “I’d love to be with you tonight.” His voice deepened, its tones joining his smile to melt her defenses. Fresh chills raced down her spine. “But at the same time, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he continued. “Do we agree that we’ll be honest with each other? You’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time?” He cupped her face, his hands so gentle. She leaned into one and her legs wobbled, feeling like so much goo.
“I want this, Riley.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” Hell yes, she wanted this. Tapping into a seldom-used, inner streak of boldness, she moved her head and kissed his palm. Her tongue darted out, tracing his lifeline. His breath hitched, and she swore his rich, brown eyes darkened.
Wham. She glommed onto him like white plastic on a Stormtrooper, shamelessly pressing against his body, groping and kissing. He groaned, a good groan, cinched his arms around her waist, and spun them until her back hit the elevator wall. His tongue teased hers, probing gently at first and then with increasing heat. His arousal pressed against her stomach and a thrill tore through her. She’d caused this reaction!
She nibbled his bottom lip. Mmm. What would it feel like to—
The elevator’s sharp ding startled them apart. His eyes were wide, dark. They both panted as if they’d run laps.
Meet Angela Quarles: Angela works at an independent bookstore and lives in an historic house in the beautiful and quirky town of Mobile, AL, with her two matched gray cats, Darcy and Bingley. When she’s not writing, she enjoys the usual stuff like gardening, reading, hanging out, eating, drinking, chasing squirrels out of the walls and creating the occasional knitted scarf. She’s had a varied career, including website programming and directing a small local history museum.
She’s an admitted geek and is proud to be among the few but mighty Browncoats who watched Firefly the first night it aired. She was introduced to the wonderful world of science fiction by her father, by way of watching reruns of the original Star Trek in her tweens and later giving her a copy of Walter M. Miller Jr’s A Canticle for Leibowitz as a teenager. She hasn’t looked back since.
She has a B.A. in Anthropology and International Studies with a minor in German from Emory University, and a Masters in Heritage Preservation from Georgia State University. She was an exchange student to Finland in high school and studied abroad in Vienna one summer in college. She recently found representation with Maura Kye-Casella at Don Congdon, Assoc.
As a sophomore in college, Samantha Reddick meets Tony Amaya, a brokenhearted young man, whose written words she keeps as a memento of a weekend long affair. The words, written on the back of a paper placemat, become her only solid ground during a tumultuous decade that nearly destroys her, leaving her searching for answers at the bottom of the bottle. Haunted by guilt and the constant menace from a man she once loved, Samantha searches for Tony and inserts herself into his life through an online friend request to his wife, Gwen. Mutual curiosity opens the door to an unexpected friendship that becomes the catalyst of an inner battle between the better woman Samantha longs to be, and the Samantha who despises her own gaze.
Excerpt for The Gaze:
Tony didn’t look nervous at all. Meanwhile I was awash in uneasiness at the prospect of bringing him into my dorm.
The story, all I want is the story and to find out what motivates such passionate writing, that’s all. Just the story…
Liar…
I felt shaky while he walked. In contrast, his breathing was even as though he was so comfortable with the situation. I suddenly wondered if this particular situation was familiar to him.
We took the stairway to the second floor. Our footfalls echoed loudly, the sound joined only by the faint buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights.
I unlocked the door with trembling hands that jangled the keys. Somehow, I found the light switch and chased the shadows away, revealing a second hand living room set on cheap flat carpeting. I peeled off my denim jacket and threw it across a chair in the kitchen nook. When I turned, I was surprised to see him leaning against the door, held back by uncertainty.
I held the paper placemat between us like an amulet to ward off his intensity. “Do you mind if I read it?”
He fixed his eyes on me and nodded before glancing away, his chin coming to rest on his chest.
I started reading. It was far more intense than I could have ever imagined. It was nothing but raw fury and passion, a determined declaration of love. It read of this girl that had become the center of his thoughts, the very core of his being. I could feel my heart breaking as I was overwhelmed with the strange notion that I wanted to be this Gwen of his. I wanted to know what it was to feel such passion, such love. Tears sprung in my eyes and I cried for him, for this fortunate girl…
For me…
He didn’t ask what was wrong right away. He simply stared just past my shoulder while I made a futile attempt to dispel a sob. I muttered that this was beautiful and he gave me a sad, crooked smile as a tear rolled off the corner of his eye before he turned his face away.
I don’t know what it was about that tear, but it made me go to him like a magnet to steel and place my hands on his face. His skin was burning. There was a little stubble that only made me too aware of his masculinity.
“Kiss me,” I whispered into those confused brown eyes of his. “Just kiss me.”
His hands found my wrists and his eyes stayed on mine. Need became a force as tangible as the strong winds that fuel a storm.
I knew he was thinking I was crazy. I knew he thought of all the reasons why he should stop this crazy bitch in heat and go away. Bloody hell, I was thinking I was crazy.
A tiny voice in my head was screaming all sorts of warnings but just when I felt rejection eating away at me, his eyes fell on my lips and after one breathless moment, he leaned down and kissed me.
Molten lead would have frozen my insides in comparison. I was trembling and when I felt his breath stutter, I opened my lips in invitation. He pulled away and a disappointed moan escaped my throat, allowing reason to slowly take root in my brain. I kept my eyes on his.
His hand held my face as delicately as a summer breeze. His thumb brushed away the tears I finally tried to blink away. His eyes seemed to glitter as they searched mine and time seemed to stop its endless march in perfect silence.
Was this wrong? I let out my pent up breath slowly in a sorrowful sigh as electricity crackled between us.
In one swift motion, his hands brought my face up at an angle and he kissed me so hard, I lost what little restraint I had left.
He loves someone else…
He loves her…
Stop this!
I felt weightless. His touch was firm yet gentle. The kiss grew needier and heat traveled down into my body, setting my abdomen aflutter. My hands found the flat planes of his chest and then ran down his sides to his hips. On their way back, they pushed his shirt up. His hot skin sent a pang of need that had my heart hammering in my ribcage.
My tickling fingers forced him to shift and pull away for a breath. I answered his smile with a lustful gaze as I brought his hands to the buttons of my uniform shirt.
His hands ventured over my abdomen and moved up to grace the underside of my breasts, making my head swim. I shrugged the shirt off and his t-shirt joined it on the floor within seconds.
We engaged in a stumbling waltz as we somehow made our way to my bedroom. Our clothes kept pooling on the floor, marking our passing like bread crumbs on an unknown trail. I was almost sick with need as the coarse hair of his chest made contact with my skin. When I felt him rigid on my thighs, I pulled hard on his neck, bringing him on top of me as he braced his fall with his arms on either side of me, never breaking from the kiss.
“Wait…” he panted. “I… um… I don’t have anything.”
It took a few seconds before I realized what he meant. Shame colored me a shade of red I thought would make me glow in the semi darkness. “It’s okay, I promise…” I said breathlessly.
He gave me a dubious look that I hoped to eradicate with more kissing. His lips found my throat, my face, my shoulder, and I curled driving my hips up to meet him. He was being gentle, too gentle, I thought in frustration, when all I wanted was for him to go right through me. I grabbed hold of his hips, and then thoroughly enjoyed the feel of the muscles on his back as I pulled him into me. The sudden fullness forced me to bite my lip to keep me from crying out. It had been so bloody long…
“Kelly…” he whispered almost breaking the spell, but I was too far gone to care.
A thin wisp of rational thought told me he was probably thinking about someone else. I wondered if he called out Kelly only to remind himself that he wasn’t with the girl behind his writing. It didn’t matter. My body overrode my mind as he moved within me. I held on tighter, needing the closeness, if only physical.
…I’ll be no more than a transient thought in her mind, a small measure of time, insignificant. No more than a barely familiar set of notes to a song seldom remembered…
The lines of his writing flashed through my head as my breath grew shallower.
…No more can I feel the soft warmth of her kiss and its absence becomes me in the form of a living death…
All I could do was accept this moment and quell my own thirst for that kind of love with what little he offered me. The kind of love he obviously reserved for the girl from his writing.
His muscles grew taut under my touch while I held my breath as the inevitable rush of heat converged into my center from all corners of my body. I parted the kiss and screamed my ecstasy, burying my face into his chest while he grew impossibly large in me before collapsing, his own conclusion reached. We held onto each other, our breath ragged, both of us feeling each other’s tremors. If this was the one and only time I was to feel this way, then I’d go into the grave smiling to the high heavens.
Javier A. Robayo is the author of THE GAZE and THE NEXT CHAPTER. He immigrated to the United States in 1988 at the age of 12 from Quito, Ecuador. He began writing as a way of learning English throughout his high school years, and studied at Slippery Rock University in Pennsylvania. He lives in Connecticut, with his wife, and two daughters, where he is currently at work on his next novel.
WARNING: MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!
NOT SAFE FOR WORK!
Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL
Today I’ve got three sentences from my newest WIP, the next book in the House of Pleasure series, Only Marriage Will Do, the historical romance that comes directly after Only Scandal Will Do. Hope you enjoy!
Amiable’s strong, sure hand cupped her breast, long fingers dark against her pale flesh as they stroked feather-light around the darker area. They drew down toward the tip, tweaking it at the last moment to send uncontrollable shivers through her body. Her nipple peaked instantly and she gasped at the exquisite sensation of the full, hard crest and the corresponding ache that bloomed between her thighs.
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all my readers!
As promised, here’s the final part of my favorite Christmas story from my collection All Wrapped Up. Enjoy! (If you need to catch up, here are Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.)
The Present
by Jenna Jaxon
Tessa awoke on the sofa to the sound of the door opening. The lights were off, so Janice was silhouetted in the doorway. “Tess? I saw your car. What are you still doing here?”
Lights flashed on. Tess blinked and shielded her eyes. She tried to sit up but Hal’s big warm body had her pinned down. He lay sprawled half on top of her, wedged against the back of the couch.
“What the hell is going on here?” Janice’s shriek brought Hal’s head up. “What are you doing on top of my sister, Hal Chapman? Have you lost your mind?”
“I don’t think so, Janice.” He grunted and looked down at Tess. Ran a finger down her cheek that made her shiver. “I don’t think I’ve lost anything at all.”
“And you, you little slut.” Janice stalked over to peer down at her sister. “You were supposed to get rid of him. Not screw him.”
“I figured better me than you, Jan.”
Janice’s face flushed bright red. “Out! Both of you get out of my house, this minute.” She even stamped her foot, which made it hard for Tess not to laugh.
Hal shifted and eased off of her. He glanced around the room and located his pants, draped over an end table. As he pulled them on, Tess sat up and grabbed hers from the opposite end of the sofa. She stood and stepped into them, eyeing her sister. Janice’s chest heaved, as though she had run a marathon.
“I never want to see you again.” Janice swept the door open. “Either of you!” Tess grabbed the velvet box and shrugged into her coat. Hal slung his over his shoulder and put an arm around Tess, guiding her out the door. He stopped just before they crossed the threshold. “Merry Christmas, Janice. Thanks for the present.” He squeezed Tess’s shoulders and ushered her through the door. Tess caught a glimpse of her sister’s face, which approached the purple reserved for eggplants, as the door slammed shut. Hal pulled her down the short walkway toward the parking lot.
Once they were far enough away, she looked up at him. A huge grin spread over his face and he suddenly picked her up and spun her around, whooping with laughter. When he stopped, they leaned together, laughing until Tess felt boneless with relief.
“Now services have been completely rendered.” He stepped back from her, though his hand seemed to linger as it slid down her arm.
“Quite to everyone’s satisfaction.” She paused a moment. “Except Janice’s of course. Revenge is very sweet.”
Hal pulled his coat on and adjusted the collar against the cold night wind. “I just have one question, Tess, if you don’t mind answering it.”
“What’s that?” She dug in her pocket for her keys.
“What would you have said if I’d really asked you to sleep with me? ”
Tess went still, her hand clenched around the ball of keys. “I’d have said yes.”
His eyebrows swooped upwards. “Really?”
“Yes. But only because it was you. Not just because of the earrings. You know I need the money, but I…I wouldn’t have done it with anybody else.”
“Oh.” She couldn’t read his voice and the dark shadowed his face.
“It’s just that…I like you, Hal. I think Janice was awful to you, and you deserve someone better. You’re a good guy, and I…I wouldn’t have minded.” Tess’s voice dropped to a whisper. She turned and headed toward her car, her breath puffing in the crisp air.
“Tess.” He stood right behind her as she struggled to get the key into the door. His arm on her shoulder stopped her efforts and a shiver crawled down her back. She waited for the words that would take him out of the good guy category and put him into the one reserved for creeps.
“Do you think you could go from ‘wouldn’t have minded’ to ‘want to very much?’”
She turned to face him, confused. It was not the question she expected. “What do you mean?”
“I guess that was my lame way of asking you if you want to have dinner with me tomorrow? And to go to a movie with me on Christmas Day? To see each other for a while and then find out if you would ‘want to very much?’”
The light was so damned poor she could only see parts of his face, but he smiled at her and his eyes had a hopeful gleam. “I’d like that a lot, Hal. Dinner and a movie, and some…time.”
His smile deepened as his hand cupped her chin. Raised it just enough to brush his lips across hers. More shivers ran down her back. Good shivers this time. Ones that might soon lead to that “want to very much” feeling.
“Six o’clock tomorrow night?” Another brush of his lips set her on fire.
“Uh huh. You know where I live?”
“Yes.” He pulled away and opened her door. “You’d better leave now if you want a hope of having some time to decide.”
Tess smiled at him, but hurried into the car. She shut the door then he motioned for her to lower the window.
“Just wanted to say ‘Merry Christmas,’ Tess. You’re the best present I ever got.” He leaned in for a final kiss then was gone.
Tess watched him walk away, then picked up the box and opened it. The earrings caught the scant light and twinkled like stars. She stared at the cold jewels in her hand then glanced at the warm man retreating across the parking lot. “You’re the best present I ever got too. Merry Christmas, Hal. Very much.”
Hope you enjoyed my “present” to you. Have a safe and happy Christmas. Happy Holidays!
If you’d like to read other Christmas stories, All Wrapped Up is available at Amazon, B & N, and Smashwords. 🙂
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all my readers!
As promised, here’s more of my favorite Christmas story from my collection All Wrapped Up. Enjoy! (If you need to catch up, here are Part 1 and Part 2.)
The Present
by Jenna Jaxon
Hal stood in the middle of the room, his even-featured face hardening. His hand clenched on a small, brightly wrapped box Tess noticed only when the paper ripped under the strain. Oh, shit! He did get her a ring! I’m going to kill the bitch myself.
He must have seen her eyes on the present because he gave a sharp laugh and thrust the box at her. “Here, Tess. You take it instead. Payment for services rendered.”
Hands trembling, she took the small box. “I can’t take this, Hal. You should return it.”
“Open it.” The command was harsh.
“I’m really sorry she did this to you, Hal.” She looked at his face but it had been wiped clean of emotion.
“Open it. Please?”
Tessa finished tearing the red and white striped paper away, and exposed a small, burgundy velvet case. She raised the lid of the clamshell to reveal diamond earrings. A match for the necklace he had given Janice. “Oh, Hal. They’re beautiful.”
“Do you want them?”
The words staggered Tess, constricted the air in her lungs. Those earrings could be sold, maybe help her to live until she found a real job. She raised her face and swallowed. “I can’t take these, Hal.”
“Not even for services rendered?”
Her heart took off like a racecar. “Wh…what do you mean?”
The dark eyes glittered wickedly. “For delivering your sister’s message.” She sucked in air, able to breathe again. “Though there is another service you could do that would put paid to the account.”
Tess stared at him. Her pulse raced and her mouth turned dry as he pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to unbutton it. She glanced down at the diamonds in her hands then raised her chin. “What do you want me to do?”
That’s installment #3. Find out the end of the story tomorrow! Hope you have a safe and happy Christmas Eve. Happy Holidays!
If you just can’t wait, All Wrapped Up is available at Amazon, B & N, and Smashwords. 🙂
Happy Sunday! And happy holidays! Hope everyone is getting ready for the season!
For my Six Sentence Sunday post today, I’m continuing from yesterday’s post with six sentences from The Present, from my Christmas collection, All Wrapped Up.
These six follow about a paragraph after my post from yesterday. If you’d like to catch up on what’s going on, click here.
At this point, Tessa is being forced to dump her sister’s boyfriend—on Christmas Eve. She’s had a little liquid courage when Hal appears. The first speaker is Hal.
The puzzled frown on his face made Tess’s stomach churn. “I told her I’d come right over after my flight got in and we could catch the end of her office party.”
Swift and painless, like a surgeon. “She went without you, Hal. She said to tell you she didn’t think it would work out between you two.” God, she could barely say the words—what must it be like to hear them?
Thanks so much for visiting me today. All Wrapped Up is available now at Amazon,Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. I’m putting up more of the story tomorrow and completing the story on Christmas day. Hope you visit to find out what happens with these two.
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