Showing posts with label 1ns series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1ns series. Show all posts

Sunday, February 3, 2013

#sixsunday #samplesunday -- Oh, to be admired.


Last week--for the last official Six Sunday post (wah) -- I shared the opening scene from what was a work-in-progress. Seal the Deal, Isle of Man and Selkie book one, is now out on submission with Decadent Publishing (cross ya fingers for me).
I thought I'd carry on from almost where I left of. So...here it is. Finn Kneale is prepping for 'the change' viable due to the energy shift of the Isle and the leap year eclipse.
Don't forget, this is pre-edited. So there may be boo-boos.

Think, Finn, think.
Soft cotton towels against his whiskers, the warm touch of the sun on his shoulders as he worked the farm, tasty homemade soup tangy on his tongue. Soft flesh of a woman beneath him. Oh, to be admired for his manliness rather than his cutesy seal features and bubble blowing talents. Fragmented recollections of the little things was all that had survived years of watching the shoreline.
Tensing, he pulled his attention to how much he needed legs again.. -- Copyright, JoAnne Kenrick - 2013+

Since there's no Six Sunday official blog linky anymore, please feel free to leave direct links to your blog/six sunday post and I'll pop by and say hi ;) OR use the hashtag #sixsunday on twitter for your six sentence sunday snippet.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

#sixsunday - You cheeky beggar! Irish Kisses by @joannekenrick


This week's six comes from Hot Winter Kiss, a 1Night Stand story set in a remote Irish castle amidst a snow storm.

Irish Kisses book four, can be read as a stand alone.
Amazon category bestseller, #1 Ireland.

Irish Kisses book four - Hot Winter Kiss by JoAnne Kenrick with Decadent Publishing, an Irish Holiday Romance set in remote Ballygalley castle Ireland. Bell's Irish Pub
“Not going to let me forget about that, are you?” Sandra backed up against a kitchen cupboard and gulped.
He strutted into her personal space and nudged her chin. “Nope, and I’m only ta happy ta oblige a replay...for memories sake,” he rasped, slinking forward and pinning her against the worktop behind her.
“You cheeky beggar.” Sandra glanced over his shoulder and willed herself not to look him in the eye, for if she did, her knees would buckle and she’d slam to the ground.

And don't forget to drop by the Six Sunday site for more snippets to read, and for the rules on how to take part -- www.sixsunday.com

Happy New Year, and of course, happy reading!