Guess what I have? Fresh from my inbox, I give you the finalized version (Yay! Edits are done!) of the first chapter of Evermine. π
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! π
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. π
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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Six Sentence Sunday
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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Six Sentence Sunday
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.
βItβs past midnight.β Her cheeks were rosy from windburn. βNo one will notice.β
βSeveral males noticed.β His voice lowered to a rumble. βI noticed.β
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