Six Sentence Sunday

I started a new romance and it's currently my new WIP. I thought I'd share six sentences for Six Sentence Sunday for your enjoyment.

Pretty and Pregnant

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window and right into Kimberly Steele’s blue eyes. She wrinkled her nose and sneezed into a nearby tissue.

“God bless you,” a male voice called from the doorway. “You might want to have that cold checked out,” he said.

Her eyes narrowed into slits, “And why is that Jeremy?” she snapped.

Jeremy Preston leaned against the door frame that led into his law office. “Because you’re preggars.”

Six Sentence Sunday

Sequel to Armed and Outrageous:

This is a bit over six sentences, but I think you get the idea. In this scene Agnes Barton and Eleanor Mason are where else, but the scene of a crime. 

"I'm Agnes Baron PI and this is my assistant, Watsin here." I thumbed in El's direction.

El's eyes narrowed. "That's fine, Watsin is way smarter than Sherlock Holmes ever was."

"Are you Miss Marple?" a woman dressed in a maid uniform asked me inquisitively. 

I smoothed my hair back. "I fancy myself more of a Jessica Fletcher."

"She's such a know-it-all Aggie, you don't want to be her." Eleanor laughed.

"I'm certainly not trying to be Miss Marple or any other fictional character. I'm the real deal." I made an elegant stance like I was posing for a magazine. "I have never even read an Agatha Christie book before." I insisted.

Six Sentence Sunday 1/22/12

Again from my WIP Redneck Romance.

As everyone entered, they were given a plate with eggs, burnt bacon, and corn muffins that looked like hockey pucks. I took a bite, and the muffin cracked apart into a pile of crumbs, which didn't taste good either. I felt everyone's eyes on me, and my face reddened. I scratched my stomach, and bolted outside, and hid behind a shed. 

Five minutes later, a rooster chased me into the front yard where Jimmy Bob and his kin stood on the porch laughing. 

"I reckon he doesn't like city folks either," Maw said.

I stood there looking at her like WTF. Why just the other day she had been nice as pie, but today her whole attitude towards me had changed. 

Six Sentence Sunday 1/15/12

I have included six sentences from my WIP Redneck Romance. It follows the adventures of a New York City girl who travels to North Carolina, and hires a redneck guide. In this scene she has yet again gotten herself into a fix.

I dangled suspended above and thankfully out of reach of the blasted dogs that yelped below me. I was swinging like some kind of live bait.

Wrong Turn movie memories came back to haunt me for real now.

"Pa, I think we caught us a live one."

Below me stood a boy covered in camouflage and two men surfaced equally dressed. Great, I had just run into damn moonshiners.

Six Sentence Sunday 1/8/12

From my WIP Redneck Romance

"I don't think that is a good idea. You might wanna go home before your husband gets mad."

"Husband?"

"Yea, he's gonna be dang mad if you don't have dinner waiting for when he comes home from work," he laughed.

My cheeks burned, it must be the redhead in me because I wanted to rip this redneck a new one.

"Why you backwoods bumpkin," I started, "I don't have a damn husband, we don't get married at twelve up north like y'all do."

Six Sentence Sunday

When I made it back to the front yard, it seemed the hound dog had found himself a companion. He was going to town like nobody's business too. Not that I thought a dog cares about that sort of thing. I know some men that don't care either.

I heard a twig snap behind me, and I whirled around, feeling the blood rush to my face.

"It's kinda impolite to be gawking like that, City."