Six Sentence Sunday
This book is done, done, and done! It’s also the longest Ever book by about 10k.
I guess Dillon had more to say than I’d thought. LOL
I hid my face against Dillon’s back to keep from turning and seeing how close we were to losing this race.
Thunderous beats filled my ears. The horse’s hooves, the flap of leather wings, the pounding of my crazed heart and the echo of Dillon’s where I burrowed as close to him as I could manage. I let his presence calm me. Everything was fine as long as he was here. He would keep me safe.
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Six Sentence Sunday
Woo hoo! It dropped down to 52 degrees last night.
Snuggling is so much more fun beneath the covers. 
His back bowed, his horse screamed. When I was drained, he slid from the saddle and hit the ground. Stepping over him, I mounted the frantic mare. She danced, eyes wild in the face of the storm. My arm felt hung with weights as I lifted it, palm-out, and began a low chant that made the wind break for a moment before its roar redoubled. It was not pleased, but it did obey.
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Six Sentence Sunday
Where to start? I attended a reader luncheon yesterday–my first. I signed books and postcards and Kindle/Nook cases until my hands cramped, and it was just as awesome as I always thought it would be. Lots of pictures were taken, lots of prizes won, and lots of faces finally put with names. I’ll be blogging about this once I rest up and get my hands on the pictures, but a reader also brought me a picture of Everlong in the wild. She not only found the book, but had spoken with the bookstore owners several weeks before, encouraging them to stock me. I was floored, just amazed she loved Everlong so much. Let alone that she drove from Kentucky to Birmingham for the meeting.
I’m feeling very humble today. Ours really is the best job there is.
Several tents had blown away and supplies scattered the dunes. I saw no bodies. I prayed there were none. Zaniah have mercy on those poor souls. I gave in to bitter tears. For you have never shown mercy to me.
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Six Sentence Sunday
We’re all hyperaware of today’s date, but there’s nothing I can say that hasn’t been said better. I’ll be hugging my loved ones a little tighter today in remembrance. I’m sure they’ll understand if I’m reluctant to let them go out into a world that’s so hard to understand sometimes.
Her fingertips trailed the hottest part of his cheek. “You are such a contradiction.”
He cleared his throat. “I’ve been called worse.”
“With your temper and your mouth, I can imagine.” Her thumb swiped over his bottom lip.
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Six Sentence Sunday
The best thing to happen this week was flipping the calendar over to September and seeing “First Day of Fall” marked on the twenty-third. Come on, cool weather! These one hundred degree days with heat indexes twenty degrees above that are killing me.
On that somber note, I unearthed my grimoire. Oiled leather rubbed softly beneath my fingertips as I brushed aside dirt clods and revealed the well-insulated tome. When I touched its cover, awareness sparked. “Sleep.” After allowing brief skin-to-page contact, its flare of sentience snuffed out in a pulse of latent magic. Then I rewrapped it and tucked it under my arm.
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Six Sentence Sunday
I had an exciting week. I turned thirty on Thursday and got my first pair of glasses on Friday.
The first thing I noticed? Trees have leaves! Not green blobs! 
Memories from his enslavement scrubbed his thoughts raw. Drawing his glamour closer, he exhaled through the tightness in his throat and unfastened the top buttons of his shirt. No collar. No choke chain. No reason to panic. Breathe.
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Six Sentence Sunday
I am so ready to get back to writing this story. I’m free from Evermine until FLE arrive on the 27th. I have first round edits on A Hint of Frost due on the 25th. Maybe if someone adds a few more hours in the day, I’ll get some new words written on this before the end of the month.
With trembling fingers, I reached into my bag and withdrew the envelope. Tucked into the crease was a lock of chestnut hair with a slight curl at the end. Fumbling in a different pocket, I withdrew a similar strand and compared the lengths. One hung slightly longer than the other. I held it to my nose and inhaled the violet-scented strands until hot tears pricked my eyes.
I knew better than to trust his word, I did, but he had baited his trap too well for me to resist.
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School starts back tomorrow. Can you say writing time? Quiet thinking and plotting time? Or lately, editing time? Woo hoo!
Hissing as my skin throbbed with renewed heat, I gasped as the impression of male lips and teeth left their damp sting on my bare neck. Roland. Sultry whispers caressed my ears, beckoned come to me, and I was helpless to resist. Pressure from phantom fingers compelled me toward a figure coalescing in the shade of a billowing tent. Swirling tendrils of power cloaked him from passersby and elicited a shiver of recognition from me. Inclining his head, he acknowledged me, and his smile made my pulse race with the first stirrings of cold, genuine fear.
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Well, I think I’m settled on Eversworn. My editor likes it, I like it, and having a title on the file does my little heart good. Here we go with another six from Dillon’s book.
“It’s past midnight.” Her cheeks were rosy from windburn. “No one will notice.”
“Several males noticed.” His voice lowered to a rumble. “I noticed.”
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Six Sentence Sunday
I went supply shopping with DD today. We still have more to buy, but we got the basics. When we hit Target, they had three-pack notebooks for a dime. I.Loaded.Up. I burn through notebooks like crazy, whether I’m plotting, doodling, making notes, doodling, or…um…doodling. I can’t write outside of Word, but I think better when I put pencil to paper. Small comforts, huh?
This excerpt is from Dillon’s still unnamed book. (Top choices this week include: Evercure, Evercraft, Everything, Eversworn…) Anyway, here’s my six.
“And Isabeau?”
She hesitated before turning. “Yes?”
“Take the shirt off.” His voice turned hoarse. “Leave the rest.”
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