Six Sentence Sunday 11/13

Sundays have been speeding by! I can't believe this is already my third SSS post!

Riley, the heroine of BITERS, hates being a girl. She can't stand to be labeled as one or to be left out of anything the other boys are doing. Especially when it comes to protecting those she loves. In this scene, we learn one of the reasons why...

“A boy would have saved his mother. A boy would’ve had the courage to beat Felix with a baseball bat to get him off her, or hit him with a chair, or a knife, or a gun. I didn’t save her because I was a weak and frightened girl.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because that’s what my father told me the day he came to get me, to take me home with him to Albuquerque. That very night, I took my Josephine doll out of my pocket, gave her one last kiss, then I pulled her apart limb by limb and threw her in the trash.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 11/6

This week, another excerpt from my young adult futuristic romance, BITERS. An interaction that takes place while Riley (the heroine), Trey (the hero) and Lisa (Riley's BFF), are defending Haven from a mutant attack.

Nodding towards the pile of bodies at Trey's feet, I teased, "I've killed twice as many Biters as you, slacker."
"It's not how many Biters you kill, it's how good you look while killing them,"he retorted.
Lisa piped up, "If that's so, I have you way outshined, flyboy."
"And what are you basing that determination on, comedic quality?"
"I intentionally tripped that mutant!"
"With your face?"

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Six Sentence Sunday

What fun! This is my first go at Six Sentence Sunday (more info here). With no further ado, I present six sentences from my current manuscript, BITERS, a young adult futuristic romance:

“Going somewhere?”

I know that voice – and I know it well. I know how it sounds as it laughs and teases, coaxing my own laughter in response. I know how it sounds offering tender words of comfort while I’m so overcome with the biting pain of grief that my sobs come out as screams. And I know how it sounds as it whispers in my ear causing a reaction so pleasurable that my knees weaken and my heart flutters.

Ironically, my knees weaken now – from dread not desire.

Seasons and Sisterhood

My mother had the most beautiful negligees from her wedding shower and what not. Four or five ethereal, knee-length, white, cream and pastel dresses with layered skirts and matching peignoirs. Being the incredibly generous person that she is, she let her three daughters run amok wearing her gowns, despite of the likelihood of tears and grass stains. My sisters and I danced around our seven-acre farm in the moonlight, pretending to be fairies, and princesses, and elves. So when I created the image of the four seasons in “Saint George and the Dragon,” I tried to instill the mood and magic of that special time in my life.

RWA Nationals 2011: Adventures of an Unpublished Author

Today, I've shared my experiences from the Romance Writers of America 2011 National Conference on the Science Fiction Romance Brigade Blogspot. Check it out here:

http://sfrcontests.blogspot.com/2011/07/rwa-nationals-adventures-of-unpublished.html