Sunday, 13 May 2012

CRISIS: MY SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY HAS SEVEN *epic fail


Six Sentence Sunday


It has been so long, I'm out of the loop. I didn't even remember to sign up for 6 Sentence Sunday *slapshead 
Ooops!


At least, I have a good reason to post the seven sentences I just have to post.


This Sunday I am posting from my romantic fiction.


DRAWN


Darrah has been charged with finding and rescuing the Regal's heir. The evidence suggests he was taken by a band of Sarkisians who feed directly from the living. Darrah fights her cultural prejudice and instinctive fears when The Sarkisian Council send Fauld Hale to work alongside her to rescue the boy and maintain the fragile peace between their peoples. 


Hale had warned her there would be a consequence to the dele - the sharing of his life force - that had healed her frostbite wounds. 





Even though it was necessary, the tip of his finger, still stroking along the line of her collarbone, weakened her. Enough. Darrah shrugged, until his hand fell away. She couldn’t afford to revel in that feeling when the path through the treacherous swamp that ensured them safe passage provided them with no place of safety. It offered them all up, to the evil that lurked beneath the water, like nothing so tasty as a string of sausages.
Sliding her arms around Hale, Darrah leaned until her forehead rested against his chest. She could not fight the painful, dark, and desperate need.

HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY IF YOU ARE CELEBRATING, OR REMEMBERING, YOUR MOTHER, TODAY.

WHAT WAS THE GREATEST GIFT YOUR MOTHER GAVE TO YOU?

Mine always listened. (She still always listens.) When I was struggling to balance working full-time and the boy who wouldn't do the only things he couldn't do (you've got to love autism,) my Mum always listened. She helped me find a way.

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