Six Sentence Sunday

What a week! From the release of Salvation last Saturday to attending every event over the MLB All Star Week, I don't think I've taken a break. Hopefully, I'll have a little more time to write this week.

Let's look at one of my other summer releases, Honey House, a paranormal with lots of quirky fun and hot sex.

The set up:

KC and Quinn have a moth and flame fascination with each other. He's the sheriff, she's a former resident of the California Youth Authority and doesn't think much of cops. After the best night of sex either of them has every enjoyed, they have a major falling out over a little thing like withholding evidence and suspicion of murder. No big deal, right?

KC wakes every morning to put out the continental breakfast for her B & B, and everyday, the first guest is always Sheriff Quinn. I suppose that's why he's on her mind this morning.



Six Sentences:

Then as he began to thrust his fingers rhythmically, he rubbed harder with his tongue, and the edges of the world began to blur.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “So close, oh—”

The sounds of an alarm split the air just as the waves of pleasure began to reach for me, to pull me over that ledge, and give me release. I tried to make sense of it, tried to tell myself that the noise was a klaxon warning of pending orgasm. Unfortunately, my consciousness dragged me back from the edge, and left me hanging by a thread. 

The whole scene:

Quinn’s mouth was on my breast, pulling at my nipple hard enough that it pressed against his upper palate. A straight path of desire flared from my breast to my pussy. A moan of hunger escaped my throat and my legs fell open in invitation. His tongue trailed along my ribs, across my belly, lower, reaching between my legs. Hot, wet velvet spread me open, pierced me, and lapped my flowing juices.

I threw my head back, whimpering with the pleasure and Quinn rumbled low in his throat. His tongue glided over me, spreading my moisture, and he slipped a finger inside.

“Mmmmore,” I moaned, and pushed against his hand as he slipped another finger inside my pussy. He moved his mouth to my clit, and lightly flicked his tongue against the hard nub. Then as he began to thrust his fingers rhythmically, he rubbed harder with his tongue, and the edges of the world began to blur.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “So close, oh—”

The sounds of an alarm split the air just as the waves of pleasure began to reach for me, to pull me over that ledge, and give me release. I tried to make sense of it, tried to tell myself that the noise was a klaxon warning of pending orgasm. Unfortunately, my consciousness dragged me back from the edge, and left me hanging by a thread.

Damn! It was time to get up, time to see to the business of the day.

My heart was pounding and my breath sounded harsh in the early morning stillness. I moaned against the pent up desire and tried to still the nudge of anticipation that came with knowing Quinn would be downstairs in just a little while. It was a foolish and uncharacteristic thought.

I forced my fuzzy morning-brain to face reality and remembered everything I stood for. I didn’t fuck men I didn’t like, and I definitely didn’t like Quinn. He was arrogant and bossy, and worst of all… he was a cop.

Then I ignored my sensibilities, closed my eyes, and conjured a picture of Quinn, hard and firm above me. I remembered his eyes sleepy with the heat of desire, his heavy testicles slapping against my skin. I slipped my hand between my legs and let the memory of Quinn finish taking me. When my release came, Quinn’s name was hot against my lips.


The blurb:
Former con artist Katherine "KC" Carmichael inherits the Honey House, a Bed and Breakfast located in the tiny town of Juniper Springs, AZ, a hot bed of the paranormal tourism industry. It doesn't take her long to discover that both the town and the House are keeping secrets. The town entices thrill-seekers with special photo-safaris at "The Way They Were" Ranch, to take advantage of the rumors that werewolves have been spotted in the vicinity. KC realizes something doesn’t add up when the local sheriff throws her in jail for breaking the town’s full moon curfew. She soon discovers werewolves and witches are real, and she wonders what other fairy tales might be waiting to come to life. With multiple murders and men to distract her, KC needs to discover her own hidden magick in order to survive.

Honey House is available at Amazon: Honey House at Amazon  and at All Romance eBooks:  Honey House at ARe