Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest

New week, new wip, Bitter Harvest.  I’m having so much fun with this story, it’s unreal.

“Who’s your type?”  He paused and the hot shine in his eyes made thinking difficult.  “Because, right now, you want nothing more than to take me and fuck me.  Do it, lieutenant.” He wet his lips.  “Do it now.”

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22 thoughts on “Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest

  1. “hot shine in his eyes”

    Love that description! The sexual tension is so powerful in this snippet. Oh yeah, very intrigued to know happens next. (From other comments, I gather the Lieutenant is female and not male?)

    I’m a huge fan of military romance–science fiction or otherwise.

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