Sunday Six

It always amazes me when a secondary character pops up and starts talking to me. This week it was Lars who whispered briefly in my thoughts. I've been trying to get him to speak more but he still isn't ready to give up all his secrets. For now he's happy teasing me now and again.

"I don't think it's healthy for you to stay here all the time, Lars." River picked up one of his tools, held on to the end, and spun, enjoying the clicking sound it made, "you need to go out and find someone who will appreciate you."

River was like a little kid when it came to touching shiny things, so Lars plucked the wrachet from her hand before she broke it. "When your lost, the best idea is to stay put and let someone find you."

"How are you going to find her if you don't get out there and look?"

"I never said she's the one who's lost."

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Sunday Six

I've taken a break from my current WIP to work on edits for Obsessed with Fur. It's scheduled to be released on April 23rd! Today's 6 comes straight from my edits room...


“Mai, I took biology and I can promise you that you're not going to have puppies." Jelani tried to placate their sister, who obviously wasn't finding him humorous this morning.

“Oh, aren’t you the funny one, Jelly," she crossed her arms over her extended belly and glared at him. "My husbands can shapeshift into wolves. What do you think of that?”

“I still don’t think you're going to have puppies.”



Six Sentence Sunday is a blogging group started by Sara Brooks. Every week authors from all different genres post six sentences from their WIP or published works. If you want to read more contributions to this blog roll CLICK HERE.

Sunday Six

Another busy week and while I might not have gotten as much writing done as I would have liked. I did get at least six more sentences finished :)

Brenna reclined in a muskoka chair and looked out over the lake. The sun was setting behind the trees, drawing great shadows across the already black water. She loved sitting in the quiet contemplating life. Only now she was contemplating the loss of one. She gave up wiping the tears from her cheeks. Despite washing her hands a half dozen times, she could still smell Wray's blood on them and remember the burning sensation of death under her fingertips.



Six Sentence Sunday is a blogging group started by Sara Brooks. Every week authors from all different genres post six sentences from their WIP or published works. If you want to read more contributions to this blog roll CLICK HERE.