Six Sentence Sunday: Frost

Last week I forgot about my six due to headache from hell *sigh*. I”m doing better this week.

It’s another snip from my Victorian m/m SF romance. 🙂

“What are you doing?”

Frost tapped his temple. “I’m Thyreos, your shield.” His expression changed and one of the man’s many masks slipped into place. The little hint of wickedness stopped Mason’s breath. “And it’s time to prepare you.”

As always, you can find more sixes here

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Six Sentence Sunday: Frequency

A little break from Frost as Frequency–yes, I really should see someone about these F titles!–was released last week.  See the sticky post above this for details 🙂

“Look, Jannes—”

His mouth brushed hers. There was a raw groan…and it came from her. Heat flared under her skin and her body simply wanted to melt. He planted his hands on the wall on either side of her and stayed taut, still.

“Again?”

As always, you can find more sixes here.

Six Sentence Sunday: Mr Frost comes to Dinner…

I’m at about 8k-ish on the this wip now – so nearly half way through. If I’m lucky. And the evil thing spawned two sequel ideas whilst I wasn’t looking. :/

Frost scrabbled down the steep dip of the hill.  His voice echoed back. “It’s all a part of my plan.”

Mason stared after him as he vanished into the freezing darkness, the tracks in the white frost the only sign of his passing. Behind him, the shouts of men and that dazzling flash of light spurred Mason into following him.  “This is a *plan*?”

As always you can find more sixsundays here.

Six Sentence Sunday: Frost

Long time not doing this again, but the end of FURY –it’s subbed, yay–and Christmas, New Year and my birthday got in the way.  Anyway, here’s my 6 from a new wip, an historical type m/m with a working title of FROST.  Yes, me and F titles… 🙂

The last man he’d had was an officer on the boat back from India three years before. Captain James Garrett. A survivor of Maiwand like himself. Mason had wanted to believe it was trade—Garrett had offered a reference to the registry—but the heat of the man’s sun browned skin, his hardened body as he shoved Mason up against the wall of the cabin and buried his dick in him, had been all about need. Want. Desire.

“As Williams said, sir, I’m a perfect fit.”

As always you can find more Sunday sixes here

Six Sentence Sunday: Fury

This is probably the last post from Fury as I’m getting into the black moment and the end…and I don’t want to give it away 🙂

Which means I have to decide what wip I want next. I’m an addictive wip starter, so it could take time to decide.  Anyway, here’s this week’s six.

“I could fuck you.” He grazed her swollen bottom lip with his teeth, the tease of his magic tugging at her soul. “But we have thieves to gut.”

Ava twitched a smile and stepped back from him. She took his hand again. “You say the sweetest things.”

As always you can find more sixes here.

Six Sentence Sunday: Biopunk

And still with the lurgy this week, so Fury has hardly moved. Here’s a 6 from my biopunk I was playing with earlier in the week…when I should have been writing Fury. Bad me..

Sarah sighed against his neck, hot but pliant. He needed her to be…human as one of the masked keepers aimed a scanner at them.  The heat of the beams cut over his face and he shut his eyes against it.  Only for a moment.  He had to watch. Had to be ready.

 

As always you can find more sixes here.

Six Sentence Sunday: Fury

Lurgy slowed the writing down this week–yay, for the neverending cough–but there’s a still a little more of FURY to share:

Heyerdar pushed her back against the cold wall.  He loomed over her, his face flickering with the light of his magic. “No.” His hand cupped her jaw and his thumb stroked across her lips, parting her mouth.  His low voice filled the silence. “No, we’ll never be like them.”

As always you can find more six snippets here.