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S.S.S

These sentences are taken from my novel, Love's Prophecy.

In the scene before this, Mel told Breeana vampires are real. In these sentences they are just sitting down for breakfast and a discussion on where vampires came from and why they share the Earth with humans.

Poor Breeana can't seem to keep her mind on anything but Mel's body, LOL.

"Drag the chair over and come eat," Mel said with a smile.

Breeana didn't move. His biceps flexed, bulking up with his movements, and the muscles of his chest bunched when he reached for a fork.

Damn him. Human or vampire, he was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. The sight of his bare, smooth skin and hard muscles, coupled with his rugged unshaven face, was too much of a temptation. One she knew she couldn't resist.

 

Saturday Sample

This sample is taken from my novel Love's Prophecy. In this scene, Mel has told Breeana about the murder of his wife and all who lived in the village he had been the leader of. Although he didn't tell her all.

As Mel stared into Breeana's trusting face, the sound of his father's evil laugh filled his mind, echoing through his skull.

"Look at her," his father's demented voice said. "What a pathetic fool she is. She's so quick to absolve you of all guilt, but you know better don't you, son? Go ahead, tell her. Tell her how you honored your father. Would she look at you the same if she knew? Would she be so quick to defend you if she knew you are a murderer?"

Fear paralyzed Mel's limbs.

"What's the matter, son? Do it, I dare you." His father's evil laugh became louder and louder until that was all he heard. "Tell her who's really to blame for your wife's murder."

Breeana stepped up against his body, wrapping her arms around him.Her warmth seeped into his stiff limbs, instantly cutting off his father's voice. She pressed a cheek over his heart. While she held him, his tremors slowed then stopped, his mind cleared and a feeling of calm enveloped him.

She looked up at him and brushed his hair off his forehead. "Did you get the bastards who murdered your wife?"

A fierce light shone in her eyes. He caressed her cheek. "Yeah, I did. It took me over a month but yeah, I destroyed them."

"I'm glad," she said without hesitation.

His chest tightened as love swelled his heart, spilled over, and invaded his scarred, lonely soul.

"I know the circumstances are less than ideal, but I'm glad I met you. I'll never regret the time we've shared," she said.

His eyes burned and a lump formed in his throat. "Breeana." He crushed her to him, molding her to his body. She had no idea how her words affected him. How wonderful it felt to hear someone say the death of his wife—of them all—wasn't entirely his fault, even though he knew it was. Shame over being the only survivor of his village had burned him for so long. Her words helped douse the pain, if for only a moment.

Her cool hands smoothed over his back. "I know I don't know all the facts, but one thing I do know is you're a good man—I mean vampire."

Love for her flowed through him, almost taking him to his knees. "If you believe that, then you're deranged," he whispered, against her hair.

"Maybe, but I pride myself on being able to read peoples' hearts and you my friend, have a good one." She leaned back in his embrace, stretched upon her toes and kissed him.

When she broke off their kiss, Mel wrapped himself around her once more. At that very moment, he could honestly say he was happy. Happy he had chosen to live.

 

 

Several sentences from Love's Prophecy

Set up: Mel has just learned Kal has killed the demon hunting for Breeana. It is now safe for Mel to take her home, but he's torn.

"Yep." Mel could hardly squeeze the word through his constricted throat. He grabbed the bottle and walked back to the living room.

"She wants to stay with you, dude," Kal said.

Mel stopped in front of the TV and stared at the blank screen. "It's over. I knew as soon as it was safe, she'd be going back to her life."

"Yeah, see, that's great and all, but things have changed. I see how much you two care for each other. And believe me, man, that's something you shouldn't lightly toss away."

Red hot rage burned through him. "Lightly? You think this isn't torturing me?"

"Poor choice of words—"

"Screw you." Mel guzzled another mouthful, the burn from the alcohol brought tears to his eyes. Or was it from the pain of his heart shattering into a billion pieces? "I'm sending her back because I love her so much."

 

Several Sentence Sunday

Thanks for stopping by and reading my SSS--several sentence Sunday.

Set up: Katherine sees Kal for the first time in ten years after  he up and left her--no explanation, just gone. Needless to say, she is angry.

 

Katherine crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing here?"

Kal pulled his left hand out of his pocket and showed her a small plastic bag. "Buying a video game."

"I mean, what are you doing in Vancouver?"

"I moved here for work. What about you?"

 

"That's none of your damn business." She pointed at his bag and smirked. "Nice to see you're just as childish as you were years ago. Some things never changed, huh?"

His cheeks reddened and he glanced at the floor. Sighing, he rocked back and forth on his heels as he shoved the bag back into his pocket. With a flick of his head, he dislodged thick bangs out of his eyes. "Look, Katherine, I need to apologize."

"For knocking me down? Don't worry about it."

A small smile tugged at his lips and sadness filled his eyes. "That too, but I'd like to apologize for the way I left things between us."

The tenacious hold she had on her rage disintegrated. And not giving a crap that they stood in the middle of Wal-Mart with people all around, she said none too quietly, "You didn't leave anything between us—you just left. I woke up and you were gone, which wasn't unusual, you were never there in the mornings, but when I tried to call your cell phone, guess what? You cut the damn thing off! So please,do me a favor and keep your bullshit apologies, because I don't want to hear them."

 

 

S.S.S: Six Sentence Sunday

"Bethany! Bethany, nooo!" Mel's shouts filled the darkness as he shot off the bed.

 Breeana scrambled off the bed and fumbled around in the dark. Her outstretched hands skimmed over the night table until she felt the lamp. She switched it on and light bathed the room in a soft glow.

Mel stood in the center of the room. His arms thrashed about and his breath whistled out in fast erratic bursts.

 "I know you did it, you murdering bastard." He looked wildly around at no one she could see. "I know you did it."

She ran around the bed and grabbed his flailing arms. "Mel, wake up!" She couldn't hold him. With a vicious curse, he tugged free. He backed away from her with panic-filled eyes.

Mel," she called louder. "Wake-up. You're having a nightmare."

 

Saturday Sample:

This sample is taken from my completed WIP, Love's Prophecy.

Pain twisted Mel's gut tighter. "Breeana, I'm not asking you to give up anything."

Her gaze was fierce. "Do you want to know what scares the shit out of me?"

"What?"

She hesitated. "I would leave everything. I'd leave it all behind because I…love you."

His heart ground to a halt when her softly spoken words filtered through his brain. An instant later, it jumped, slamming so hard against his ribs it felt like it would burst free.

She loved him? Did he hear correct?

He searched her face and saw it was true. 

Joy, love, sadness, and God help him, hope added to the chaos of emotions he already felt.

He tilted her face up with a hand and kissed her hard. A kiss brimming with love, despair, and frustration, over a situation that held no other solution than heartbreak. And he sensed she experienced the same whirlpool of feelings. He felt it in her kiss, in the desperate way she gripped his shirt, and he tasted it in her tears.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes. "I love you, Breeana. The short time we've known one another, you have become my everything. My heart. My breath…My life. I was dead inside before you."

 

S.S.S: Six Sentence Sunday

This is taken from my WIP called,  Through The Eyes Of Another.

Marty may be home, but what home is he talking about? That is the question....

With a violent jerk, Kirk bolted up. He drew in great gulps of air. "Marty? Steven?"  With his eyes wide, he panted, looking around. "I think I was . . . dead."

Marty blinked. He glanced at Steven, then the burning car. Sirens whined in the distance. Dizziness gripped him, he sagged and fell forward, spiraling down, down through cold blackness. Images flew passed, but they sped by so quick he couldn't make them out.  The walls of the dark tunnel suddenly narrowed until he was literally squeezed through. He must have fainted because when he came to, he was lying on a soft mattress.

I'm home.

S.S.S: Six Sentence Sunday

Hello again. These six are again taken from my WIP, Love's Prophecy. Hope you like them.

"What? All alone tonight?" The demon's lips curled as he snarled. "You maggots usually hunt in pairs, so I figure you must be out feeding, spreading rabies like the filthy vermin you are." He laughed and withdrew a dagger from underneath his long, black, trench coat. The bright silver of the deadly blade shone in the dimlight.

"That's so clever," Mel taunted. "Did you come up with that on your own, or is that one of your master's jokes?"

Saturday Sample:

 

This sample is taken from my WIP, Love's Prophecy

 Mel knocked once and then walked in, drying his hair with a towel. He shut the door and glanced in her direction. When his eyes met hers, he stopped, and a purely masculine smile stretched across his clean shaven face.

Breeana's heart slammed and her breath stuck in her throat.

Oh God, he's too hot for words. His jeans hung low on his hips and a black T-shirt stretched tightly across his broad chest, emphasizing his large shoulders. His long black hair was tangled from the vigorous rubbing. The muscles in his arms flexed and relaxed as he continued drying his hair. The urge to plaster herself against him like a second skin was overpowering.

This guy belongs behind bars. He could steal a woman's self control from her with one hand tied behind his back.

Lust flooded her body. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep her hands off him.

Her gaze followed him as he tossed the towel on the chair and disappeared into the bathroom.

S.S.S: Six Sentence Sunday

This sample is taken from my MS, Love's Prophecy.

Well, you helped him all right. You helped him pick up another victim! And with a face like his, she was certain he lured tons of women; they'd flock to him like bees to honey. What perfect bait he was.

The soft rustling of skin sliding over sheets snapped her out of her frightening speculations. Every muscle in her froze as the soft inhale and exhale of breathing came from behind her. Breeana shoved a knuckle into her mouth, bit down, trying to stop a scream from bursting forth; alerting her captor she was awake.