Six Sentence Sunday: Wild Card

Okay, I have been a bad, bad Sunday Sixer.  The next bit of Current is barely legible scribbles in my notebook.  I’m squinting at them now.  Barely doesn’t cover it.  So… I did the random number thing, listed my wips and books and picked one for today. Hence ‘Wild Card’.  I will actively ignore the bunny that is twitching over this title.

And the winner is…

Flesh and Shadows

Now one man, with simply a dash of an alien reptile, had her thrown.

Rand’s soft laughter pulled at her and his finger traced down her throat to the open neck of her blouse. He skirted above the swell of her breast. Niamh’s pelvis tightened, wanting to deny the ache, the way Rand’s calloused fingers excited her skin. “Unlike the snake that bit me, I like to play.”

As always, you can read more 6 Sundays here.

Six Sentence Sunday: Current

Oops disappeared for a few weeks there.  Stuff and being ill got in the way 🙂

I have to stop with the Bitter Harvest snippets, I’m afraid, as it’s getting near the end and I’d give away yum stuff…so I’m moving onto Current.  It’s the third in the Planetary Bodies series. I have to write it after Bitter Harvest is packed away.  So this is a sneak peek.  Enjoy.

“Captain Lawe is not with us, if you don’t wish to…sully your experience with him.”  She eased her grip and took Syato’s arm, urging her past the throng of muttering people.  “I have some beautiful new boys visiting from Callisto.  Sleek, bronzed and with the longest tongues I have ever seen.”  A smile twitched her lips.  “Genetic enhancement is a wonderful thing.”

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Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest ~ part five

And yay, it’s back to Bitter Harvest 😀  I got my research, so I’m moving on with this story this week!  And erm, Sutton gets a bit of a filthy mouth…

 

“Enough.”  He pushed at more truth, his words quick and quiet.  “Yes, I want to fuck you.  I want to fuck your mouth.  I want to bite and lick you, then fuck you so hard you scream my name.  I want you.”

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Six Sentence Sunday: Magnetism

Sorry for the break from Bitter Harvest (that story needs a bit of *cough* research right now…) so I’m pulling out my favourite snippet from my erotic SFR (m/f) new release Magnetism

 

“Playing away? Want me to fuck you against the wall? Screw him out of you?” Her back hit the bulkhead and she let out a soft groan. He unbuttoned his trousers. “It’d be a pleasure.”

New Release: Magnetism

Magnetism

Book One in the Planetary Bodies series

Orlena Sol is not meant to be in her room, naked…with her superior officer.

The crew of the CMC Theseus doesn’t have sex. At least not with each other. But there’s a new hunger in Dareh Andersen and he’s looking at Orlena as if she’s all too edible. He’s ready to fulfill her fantasies, which makes no sense. He’s always wanted anyone but her.

Orlena is convinced there’s more to his sudden interest. She fears his desire is simply a dream, a lie. Something other, something outside and beyond them is at work…but it’s a force she doesn’t want to fight.

Buy here from Ellora’s Cave.

You can also read and excerpt here.

At my website there’s a little sneak peak behind the series Planetary Bodies.

Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest ~part four

I need to crack on with this story this week, I’m being distracted by evil, evil bunnies.  Anyway, here’s a little more of Rider and Sutton:

Anger smashed into Sutton, taking away all reason. His fist flew and connected with Rider’s jaw.  The raw satisfaction burned away the pain. He grabbed the lurching man and barrelled him back.  Sutton shoved him chest-first against the wall, his force driving all air out of Rider’s lungs.  “You’ll be the last mistake I make.”

Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest ~ part three

And yet more from Messrs Rider and Sutton:

 

“Are you strong enough to make me stop, lieutenant?”

“What kind of fucked up—”

Rider cupped his balls and Sutton froze. The hot spike of lust caught him and he couldn’t breathe.  Clever fingers teased him to new levels of need.

“Maybe there is something still fucked up in my brain, but I know I want someone to make me end this.”  Rider’s breath brushed his lips and his whisper was raw and hot.  “Are you him?”

Six Sentence Sunday: Bitter Harvest – part 2

I forgot to mention last week that Bitter Harvest was my first try at man love 🙂  <–is very nervous.  So here’s a bit more…and this week you get names!

One taste. Just one.

He threaded his fingers through Rider’s hair and the man hissed, his mouth parting.  Sutton fisted his fingers.  His prisoner groaned, the sound hitting his gut and he wanted, he swallowed, he wanted that sarcastic mouth, to take it and stop the flow of words that had his skin on fire.

Rider’s eyes defied him.  “Scared?”

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Obsessional

…which actually could be a great title.

*shakes fist* Damn you, title bunny.  Yes, I have breeds of attacking bunnies.  I got swiped by another plot bunny yesterday.  That makes about eight since January. *sigh*

So, I haven’t had an obsession for a while.  Maybe I’ve been distracted *glares at bunnies* but a new one hit me in the past few weeks.  Hugh Jackman.  I was watching XMen with my 6yo and I was smacked about the head with his yumminess.  I now feel duty bound to share the yum – oo and extra Liev too 😀 :