Six Sentence Sunday

Sunday Six #2 Midnight Bandit

Happy Sunday! Sorry if that’s far too cheerful, but I completed a novel on Saturday and I’m feeling rather ecstatic about that. Thanks to everyone who dropped by last week. Such a great response to this WIP. Since I’m still writing it I hope you’ll enjoy what’s to come as much as me. So, continuing from last week, I’m offering up the next six sentences.

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Jeremy gripped the reins in one hand and gestured his four companions forward until they reached the limit of the trees. At his signal the other riders kicked their mounts forward, aiming directly for the swiftly moving carriage with the intention of halting it as smoothly as possible. They couldn’t risk having their precious cargo thrown about or give the grooms time to get a shot off that could injure one of them. After the trouble he’d gone to in his quest to finally be in the right place at the right time, he couldn’t let this opportunity be lost to carelessness.

He rose up in his stirrups, watching his men with a certain stirring of pride and sting of guilt that he’d turned them into bandits of the night. But to restore the fortunes of a once proud and noble family, they were all prepared to be just a little bit wild.

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Sunday Six #1 Midnight Bandit

Six Sentence Sunday might have ended last week but here I am again, dishing up six sentences of a work in progress. This one is brand new and may not necessarily end up a romance but the character is (or will be) tied to a future regency romance series.

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Moonlight and shadow danced across the valley floor below, making the quiet night at once sinister and exciting with the prospect of salvation. Captain Jeremy North adjusted his seat on an equally dark gelding and waited with his men for the perfect moment to arrive.

Far below, a coach pulled by four white horses snaked along the valley floor with no idea they were being watched, bound for a wealthy man’s lands and a week long frivolous house party. Jeremy’s invitation had not arrived, and he feared word had reached the hostess’ of the dire straights he’d fallen into. They couldn’t know he had a spectacularly brilliant plan to get out of the mess he’d inherited. It merely required bravery, a little midnight thievery, and a daring plan to accomplish the recovery of his pride and the salvation of his lands.

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SixSunday Final

Well, this is it. The SixSunday Final Post of all time. I will miss Six Sunday so so much. Many thanks to everyone who’s dropped by to read my work-in-progress and have shared their own on their website. It’s been an honor to get a sneak peek into the stories other authors have written.  Special thanks too to the organizers of this event. You made this author a better one in so many ways and I’m grateful to you for making an easy way to connect with other authors and readers. (It’s still not too late to change your mind, you know. 😀 )

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Pleasure, not pain, ruled Lottie’s existence. “Release me, Lord Ramsay.”

The man sucked in a breath and then smiled. The gesture failed to meet his eyes. Again, she’d made him furious and it was that volatile temper she’d been warned about. “Never.”

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#SixSunday 45 In Her Image Part 8

Only one more SSS to go. 🙁 I keep waiting for a reprieve but I suppose all good things must come to an end. I am following straight on from last week, Doris is captured by a cruel man. To see the previous post click here.

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“My lord, you’ve caught me just as I was leaving.” Doris tried to extract her hands but no matter how hard she tugged, the viscount held on.

He dragged her hand to his arm and pinned it there. “That I simply cannot allow; you must walk with me. We have much to discuss.”

Subtle snubbing in the past hadn’t convinced him of her disinterest, and the swish of his riding crop against his boot added to her anxiety.

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#SixSunday 45 In Her Image Part 8

 I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. If you’re new, each Sunday a great bunch of writers publish a short six sentence excerpt from a work in progress or a published story. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #SixSunday via Twitter.

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Six Sunday #25: Chills

Welcome back for more Six Sentence Sunday teasers from Chills. Continuing on from last week, Constance and the marquess are still at odds over her plans to marry.

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“I am not your responsibility.”

The marquess took a step forward. His jaw appeared to be locked in place. She hoped he kept it that way. When Ettington stopped a mere pace from her, she had to raise her chin high to keep him in view.

“You will not marry Cullen,” he said.

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I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #sixsunday via Twitter.

Six Sunday #24: Chills

Did you miss me? I’ve emerged from my writing cave a very conflicted woman. On the one hand my WIP – Forsaking the Prize – might just be the best thing I’ve ever written (Of course I think that about every story for at least 10 minutes) but then I read that Six Sunday would end later this year. Very sorry to hear that. I do enjoy a good excuse to cruise author blogs on a Sunday/Monday night.

This week – Chills. My first long novel, like my first kiss, is still very dear to my heart. (Note to self: must tally up just how many kissing scenes I’ve written so far – could be interesting) In this scene, my hero and heroine are at odds over her plans to marry.

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Constance clenched her hands into fists. “There is no need to sound so surprised at my good fortune. Cullen proposed before I left home, and I was very happy to accept. We will be married in a month.”

The marquess rose to his feet and towered over her. “I forbid it.”

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I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #sixsunday via Twitter.

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