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A Creature of Instinct

Aren’t we all creatures of instinct once you break us down to brass tacks? No matter how civilized we appear on the outside–we are all animals underneath. We all succumb to emotional instincts, base or otherwise, which make us so much more than skin and bones. I think it’s one of the most beautiful things about humans. Surface can be stripped away, leaving true, honest, irreplaceable feeling. Without those instincts, we are nothing more than living, breathing robots on the edge of a barren existence.

As a woman engineered for destruction, Skylar finds herself on the edge of a precipice. Unable to stop her response, she has become…well, let’s let these next six tell it.

She’d become what she’d always feared: a creature of pure instinct. The man had become her primary focus. Her only objective. A feeling of panic caused adrenaline to arc through her. She was almost there.

Before she could reach the table where he was seated, Piper intervened.

She’s seen him. She’s drawn to him and now must fight the compulsion to go to him. Scary stuff, those instincts. That’s my offering this week. I hope you enjoyed it.

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Blue eyes will do it to you everytime…

Six sentence sunday time. I love this. If you’re interested in joining other amazing authors as they post six sentences of their work from a completed or work-in-progress, join us at: http://sixsunday.com/ .

Now here’s my offering this week. Skylar senses something just isn’t right. Something’s bothering her and then bam!

Raina pointed in the direction Skylar had wanted her to feel out just a few seconds ago.

Curiosity got the best of Sky. She half turned in her seat to peer in the direction her sister pointed. Skewered by the most intense set of blue eyes she’d ever seen, her breath deserted her. His gaze was a punch to the soul. Damn.

Thank you for stopping in. This is a quickie post this week. I’m running late for a housewarming and almost forgot.

Wishing you the words!

Can you feel it?

Six Sentence Sunday time peeps. Welcome back to RETRIEVAL, my sci/fi paranormal romance. Last week we met, Skylar, my heroine. She’s been worn to the bone by a thirty-six hour shift and the hospital cafeteria food wasn’t all that appealing. She’s met up with two of her sisters in said cafeteria and after a little sisterly bickering they’ve run into a situation.

A premonition of danger swept over Skylar. Before she was aware of it, she’d enfolded her sisters in a protective shell of unseen energy.

“What the hell is it, Sky?” Piper questioned as she moved her body into a more defensive position.

“I don’t know. Raina put out your little feeler thingies and tell me what’s up to my immediate left, please?”

Sure hope Raina’s ‘feeler thingies’ are working properly. I’ve got next week off so hopefully I won’t forget to post what happens next. I appreciate you stopping by and I look forward to going through the list and visiting all the #sss crowd’s posts. Talk at ya’ later. 🙂

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Let’s Revisit the Beginning, Shall We?

I’m baaaack! It’s Six Sentence Sunday time and it feels kinda good to be back in the fold.

For any of you that follow me–and I’m optimistic there’s at least a few of you :)– I’ve completed RETRIEVAL and even begun to sub it. Exciting stuff, that, but I’ll blog more on my submission trials later.

Fornow,allow me to take you to the very beginning of my sci/fi paranormal superhero romance, RETRIEVAL. These first six, and I mean the very first six, take place in the cafeteria of Northwestern Memorial Hospital. My heroine–well, let me let the story tell itself.

Skylar had pulled thirty-six hours straight, cutting, sewing, setting and diagnosing so many patients she couldn’t even remember why she’d agreed to do the extra shifts in the first place. Still something nagged at her, pricked that part of her that was always prepared for the unknown even as weariness slowed her steps and made her vision hazy. She rubbed her gritty eyes.

Her stomach rumbled as she passed items that looked like food, but had long since congealed into disgusting mounds of colored goo under the warming lights of the hospital buffet. Nausea or true hunger, it was hard to tell. She loaded a tray and with bread and juice.

There’s the first six. I’ve cut and chopped, revised and edited this joker so much that when I read it upon finishing, it was the same story told so much better. Thanks for letting me share.

May the words be with you all this week. :)

Six Sentence Sunday-Quatre (Part 4, Peeps)

I despaired that I would reach the weekend, but here I am and now every second that ticks away is one step closer to Monday. They’re never long enough–the weekends that is. It’s all good, though. I’m not gonna sweat it. I’ve the rest of the weekend to catch up on a workshop I’m taking–Angela James, Before You Hit Send. For those of you who haven’t heard of it, let me take a second to give you some advice: look it up. If I were more tech savvy, I’d post a link. Alas, I’m not but I can’t say enough about this workshop and the sheer amount of information I’ve gained this past two weeks. Angela James is the Executive Editor for Carina Press, Harlequin’s Digital First Press and she presents this workshop a few times a year. It’s chock full of editing/polishing tips and gives you insight into what editors are looking for in your manuscript. If you’re looking to be published–take this course. I feel like an infomercial but I’m a believer–pimping over 🙂

Other than that, I’m hoping to get in some writing, editing, etc . I need to visit with my characters a bit, get the low down on what’s been going on while I’ve been embroiled in nothing but work, work, work. There will come a time in the future when I make a gazillion dollars and am able to do nothing but spend it. For now, I work, yes I do and it takes up huge chunks of time that I could otherwise use to write. Hence, my characters feel a little negelected. I’m going to try to appease one of them with my #sss offering. {Here’s another moment where I could be tech savvy and post a link–yeah, you guys are quick–have no idea how to do that quite yet.} Just look up Six Sentence Sunday and join some truly amazing writers as they post six sentences from a current wip or published work.

Let me set this up:  Skylar has just seen Sebastian for the very first time in the cafeteria of Northwestern Memorial Hospital. She’s tired but she sees him and BAM! Last week was the initial few sentences of that meet and this week is the continuation. I’ll quit yapping, here’s my offering this week:

Iron filing to his magnet, she was powerless to stop the forward momentum of her body. She bumped into others sending trays flying and people stumbling. Uncaring, she continued to move ahead. The scent of cedar wood and dark chocolate teased her. She licked her lips desperate for a taste. She’d become what she’d always feared: a creature of pure instinct.

I hope you all have an amazing week and I wish you much writing.

Six Sentence Sunday- la troisième partie

I took French in high school and loved it. The ‘la troisieme partie’ is just a bit of fun on my part. It means ‘part 3’ and is a nod to my third Six Sentence Sunday.

Last week, I introduced you to the villain of my paranormal/sci fi romance, Retrieval. He’s a man bloated with the need for power. His ultimate desire is to rule the world and he has the knowledge, money and lack of morals to make his dreams come true. He’s a nasty bloke, yes he is. I struggled this week with my next offering. Should it be more about my villain or should I introduce you to my hero/heroine?

I’m going to take the plunge and introduce you to Sebastian and Skylar. He’s a former spec ops soldier sent to find the villain’s errant daughter. She’s the errant daughter. These six represent the first time they’re in the same space. He’s found her–and her reaction is visceral.

So here it is: the next six for your reading delectation and my accountability 🙂

The cafeteria faded as her entire world narrowed down to him. Lightning rippled along her nerves. Muscles twitched under her skin. She stood and moved toward him. I have to get to him. His eyes widened as he straightened in his seat.

And there they are. I hope your week is amazing.