Six Sentence Sunday 12/18/11

My Holiday Gift to You. :)

Greetings, my darling sixers, and welcome to the final Six Sentence Sunday of 2011! We're gonna close out with a bit from the new opening of my erotic horror story The House on Shadowbird Lane, which I hope to sub next week. Have you ever felt like you might have multiple personalities?

Evalyn hadn’t slept in days. She couldn’t bear to imagine what horrors the other her would unleash on the world if allowed out to "play". She paced the well worn path in her bedroom carpet, doing everything she could think of to stay awake. But despite her best efforts, her eyes began to droop and she yawned, fighting the urge to climb into the bed. Shaking off the fatigue, she grabbed a bottle from her dresser and popped it open before tossing another caffeine pill down her gullet.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and started.

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Six Sentence Sunday 12/11/11

Howdy, sixers! Remember those drinking games in college? Well, I made up one for One of the Boys, which is one of my current WIPs. Wanna play?

“The game is called Edge of Glory and the rules are simple. First and foremost: always be honest. If your answer is no you take a shot, if it's yes you lose an article of clothing; your answers will either get you into Heaven or sent to Hell. Besides that, there’s only one rule. The first one naked," he said, surveying Casey, "is the first one fucked. Gender be damned.”


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Six Sentence Sunday 12/4/11

Hello and welcome to my official start of the holidays you sexy sixers. We're gonna take a little break from the talking mirrors and body stealing today. Instead, how about a snippet from my latest release: My Only Wish (This Year)? Let's just say, I'll never look at a mall's North Pole display the same way again.

Brian heard Santa sigh and when he looked back at the chair, it held a tiny sign that read Back in 15.

“But, um,” Angelo said, squeezing Brian’s hand. “Since Santa’s gone, and all, we should probably guard his workshop.”

“What are you…” He’d caught sight of the look in Angelo’s eyes and the words died in his throat. God, that man was sexy when he was horny.

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Christmas A Little Early

I don't think I can find words to express my joy and gratitude to be starting off the holiday season with a brand new release. My Only Wish (This Year) is officially available at all major online retailers! It's a sexy little Christmas story all about what people are willing to do for the people they love. I'm doing giveaways all day on Facebook and Twitter, so be sure to keep an eye on my feeds. In the mean time, what's your holiday wish this year? One random commenter wins a free copy.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Six Setence Sunday 11/27/11

Greetings, sixers! This week's six is more from The House on Shadowbird Lane. Sometimes...it's best not to look into mirrors.

 

She was about to turn and walk away when her reflection smirked. Confused, her hand moved to her mouth, but there was no smirk there. “You were just another piece of ass to him,” the mirror Evalyn said.

Evalyn started. That was impossible. Mirrors didn’t talk outside of fairytales.

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Six Sentence Sunday 11/20/11

Greeting, my sexy sixers. Are you ready for another six from The House on ShadowBird Lane? This week, one of the House's ghostly inhabitants is...er...piggybacking on one of the guests' more intimate moments.

The glint in her eyes was unmistakable, and half a second later, Stephen was shrugging out of his suit jacket and undoing his pants. He was so hard I felt the pain of it, and at this point, I was just as desperate to get inside her as he was. It had been so long. He unzipped his slacks and shoved them down his thighs a little. His erection sprang forth, longer than any I’d ever seen. A tinge of jealousy dinged my pride and I decided then that, once I’d evicted his soul, this body would be mine.

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Six Sentence Sunday 11/13/11

Remember Saw? Imagine Jigsaw's voice as I say "Hello, sixers". I couldn't stay away from the erotic horror (even though I tried), so this week's six is from my recently completed horror novella The House on ShadowBird Lane. Six co-workers are partying inside a house they don't know is haunted. And one of its inhabitants is watching them.

She sashayed into the room as though she owned it, tight leopard-print garment clinging to her body for dear life; it was far too short to be called a dress, considering it stopped only half an inch below her plump, delectable ass. I longed for the days when I had a body of my own because Lucifer in hell, the things I would have done to her. Her energy glowed around her, blood red and tarnished beyond repair, but her soul was strong. I could feel it. I floated closer to her and tasted her aura, and the damned thing left a taste like rotted meat on my senses so potent I nearly gagged. What kind of horrible person was she?

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