Six Sentence Sunday 9/4

Welcome to Six Sentences on Sunday!

This excerpt is taken from Chapter 14 of my book, Tenderfoot.

“Why did you steal the car?”

I shrugged, devouring several fries. An image of my father’s beloved British Racing Green 1980 MGB popped in my head. “I needed to get to Tanum to see the Vitlycke Rock Carvings. I thought Dad wouldn’t notice since the car was in the garage under a tarp.”

“I noticed.”

“You told!”

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Six Sentence Sunday 8/28

Welcome to Six Sentences on Sunday!

This excerpt is taken from Chapter 9 of my book, Tenderfoot.

Gathering courage, I stammered, “Why did you kiss me?”

His face changed, his new expression enigmatic for a fleeting moment. Then sexy Nick from the night before stared out. His unblinking gaze made me flinch. I touched my pendant.

“You didn’t enjoy my kiss?”

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Six Sentence Sunday 8/21

Welcome to Six Sentences on Sunday!

This excerpt is taken from Chapter 12 of my book, Tenderfoot.

My nerves flamed as every muscle in my body arched against him. The past firmly relived, I twisted it, pushing the memory forward into an alternate ending, my ending. I imagined myself pressing my hands forcefully against the damp shirt on his chest until he backed against the edge of the stage, my body slowly grinding between his legs, and leaning over to bite his ear then lick the salty sweat off the pulse in his neck below. Take that Nicholas!

I dropped the pendant from my fingertips and the projection abruptly ceased. I served my revenge dirty.

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Six Sentence Sunday 8/14

Welcome to Six Sentences on Sunday!

This excerpt is taken from Chapter 8 of my book, Tenderfoot.

They found us fifty meters down the side of the mountain against a stand of Spruce, covered in tiny shards of glass from the broken windows, the necklace still in one piece around my neck. They extracted me from my seatbelt, unconscious but breathing, and tended to the huge contusion on my forehead from the spent airbag. They said the Volvo saved my life when we spun off the road. They recovered her lifeless body. Later, they reported her heart had torn apart. They apologized.

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Six Sentence Sunday 8/7

An armed tenderfoot can cause blindness

Welcome to Six Sentences on Sunday!

This excerpt is taken from Chapter 13 of my book, Tenderfoot.

“Oww! Drop them!” Nick yelled. Frightened, I stopped. He had an arm thrown up over his eyes. “The point is to shield your thoughts and emotions, not to project the sun into space,” he said through gritted teeth.

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Six Sentence Sunday – 7/31

Sunday, yawn!

Welcome to my Six Sentences on Sunday! This excerpt is taken from Chapter 11 of my book, Tenderfoot.

Abruptly, Andrew took one long stride to his bureau, ripped open a drawer and grabbed some clothes. Then he was gone. The slammed door vibrated in the frame for several uneasy seconds. He stood against the wall outside the door through which his heart hammered, almost louder than my own. He wasn’t the only one startled by the level of sexual tension between us.

What would I do if he opened the door?

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Six Sentence Sunday 7/24

Post your six sentences up there!

Welcome to my Six Sentences on Sunday! This excerpt is taken from Chapter 7 of my book, Tenderfoot.

A mischievous smile spread across his face and then Andrew ran away. Surprised, I turned as he passed me, turning in kind to mirror me.

A moment later, I figured it out. He ran backward down the sidewalk to make a point. I could keep up with him if he ran backward! Andrew waved, then pivoted around, jogging across the street toward Forest Theatre.

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