SSS 10-29-12
Six Sentence Sunday 10-29-12
Hi Friends!
I'm a couple of days early for Six Sentence Sunday, I know... but... I'll be at the track for the last outdoor races of the season. Back to back Sat & Sun races. Then we're done until Arenacross starts in a few weeks. So need-less-to-say, between races and being buried in edits I've been a little MIA from the internet world (okay.. a lot MIA!) You know when you're on a roll, or when you're 'this close' that you just want to plug along and plow through...that's where I've been for the last three weeks or so. Plus...I've been working on a little surprise for all of you! Eeeks,,, can't wait to announce it!
So anyway, I'm going to post another bit from Racing to Love - Jesse's Soul (Book 2). You've all met Emery and have a little insight into what a spitfire she is. Well, poor girl, she's having a reallllllly bad day! Enjoy, then hop back over and check out my fellow participating authors at http://www.sixsunday.com/ to find tons of amazing WIPs or releases that you are just going to have to read!
I'll be back next Sunday commenting away, I promise!!!
Luv ya!
She shut her eyes again…just on the off chance that this was a horrible, ugly nightmare and if she woke herself up—none of it would have happened. That she wouldn’t be standing in their son’s arms, barely upright because, let’s face it, she gave all outward appearances of being drunk or high, or hell—why not both. That she wouldn’t be covered in sweat, oil and fuel, with her hair half undone out of her, what was already a messy bun to begin with. And that maybe, if she’d been good in a former life—that she hadn’t just acted like a damn lunatic talking to and cussing out a freaking dirt bike.
One…two…three.
Ah, fuck.
See what I mean? Poor Emery! :D
Hi Friends!
I'm a couple of days early for Six Sentence Sunday, I know... but... I'll be at the track for the last outdoor races of the season. Back to back Sat & Sun races. Then we're done until Arenacross starts in a few weeks. So need-less-to-say, between races and being buried in edits I've been a little MIA from the internet world (okay.. a lot MIA!) You know when you're on a roll, or when you're 'this close' that you just want to plug along and plow through...that's where I've been for the last three weeks or so. Plus...I've been working on a little surprise for all of you! Eeeks,,, can't wait to announce it!
So anyway, I'm going to post another bit from Racing to Love - Jesse's Soul (Book 2). You've all met Emery and have a little insight into what a spitfire she is. Well, poor girl, she's having a reallllllly bad day! Enjoy, then hop back over and check out my fellow participating authors at http://www.sixsunday.com/ to find tons of amazing WIPs or releases that you are just going to have to read!
I'll be back next Sunday commenting away, I promise!!!
Luv ya!
She shut her eyes again…just on the off chance that this was a horrible, ugly nightmare and if she woke herself up—none of it would have happened. That she wouldn’t be standing in their son’s arms, barely upright because, let’s face it, she gave all outward appearances of being drunk or high, or hell—why not both. That she wouldn’t be covered in sweat, oil and fuel, with her hair half undone out of her, what was already a messy bun to begin with. And that maybe, if she’d been good in a former life—that she hadn’t just acted like a damn lunatic talking to and cussing out a freaking dirt bike.
One…two…three.
Ah, fuck.
See what I mean? Poor Emery! :D
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