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This week’s excerpt is from Sugar. This is Jordan and Cooper, doing what brothers do best.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” Coop batted his eyelashes, the smart ass.
“Not all the girls.” Jordan batted right back. “Just the ugly ones.”
“Hey—”
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For those who asked…these are my new Chinese food earrings.
To the left, we have egg rolls. In the center, takeout cartons. To the right, fortune cookies.
I know I talked about this on my forum, but I saw some cute cupcake earrings while I was out, too. They were cute, but…just not enough to part me from my money.
So I went home to the one place that never has any problem parting me from my money–Etsy.
How cute are these? (They’re not even earrings, not even anything I would wear, and yet I want them!)
*deep breath*
Okay, but the cupcakes. I found these and LOVED this whole shop.
Yeah, shopping on Etsy is dangerous. It makes you want to not only part with your money, but makes you happy to do it.
If you get a chance, pop by over there and take a look around. There are so many beautiful pieces of jewelry, art, clothing–all handmade. I’m sure you’ll find something there you’ve been looking for, even if you didn’t know it. 😉
I posted on Paranormal Pretties today. My topic was the number of authors jumping on the YA train and where it is headed. As the mother of a young girl, I’m concerned. I’d like to see age levels listed on the covers.
There is a world of different between twelve-year-olds and sixteen to eighteen-year-olds. If a book is being marketed to that age range as a whole, when there could be sex, graphic language, or worse, I think parents deserve a little heads up.
What do you think? Tell me here.
Oh yes, this was making the rounds today. It’s great. I got a kick out of it, as well as a craving for some Brad Pitt ogling.
This week’s excerpt is another one from (working title) Sugar Rush. One day I’ll actually have to name the sucker, but I figure I can wait for the end before I sweat it. 😉
“Where does a chicken come into this equation, because quite frankly, I’m confused?”
“You called me a chicken. You clucked. I took my clothes off. The clothes were stolen. My ass was sunburned.”
You can check out more excerpts on the official Six Sentence Sunday site, or check out a couple of the regular contributors.
Hailey writes about questionable applications of otherwise perfectly good magic, the transformative power of love, the family you choose for yourself, and blowing stuff up. Not necessarily all at once. That could get messy.
