Six Sentence Sunday & Eye Candy (Keep em coming!)

Joe Manganiello from True Blood, snagged from the Internet by Denny S. Bryce

Sunday rolls around so fast these days, I've barely got it together for my Six Sentence Sunday! But this is from the urban fantasy about the vampire who makes a promise to a witch he finds tough to keep. Here our hero is haunted by memories:

Standing, his legs unsteady, he gripped the bedpost and peered up at the painting of Rachel on the wall opposite his bed. He remembered the artist Matisse and the drink they'd shared in a small café near the Tower in Paris in 1890. The man was ill and hadn’t committed to painting yet, but he and Gideon discussed color, brushes and the effect of light on Rachel’s hair. He found her beautiful, too. Especially her brown, shiny hair that turned blood red when candlelight flickered nearby. That’s when Matisse told him, “Women with that color hair fuel life’s miseries more potently than most." Gideon never understood what he’d meant until now.

Well, that's it until next Sunday. Hope you enjoy! 

Six Sentence Sunday & Eye Candy

Photo taken by Denny S. Bryce - Santa Monica Beach 2006

Yep, it's the night for posting Six Sentence Sunday - a few hours early. I wanted to make certain I beat IRENE to the punch - in case that punch takes out electricity here on Capitol Hill. 

Yep, I live in the heart of DC, so we will see what the storm brings. For some reason, the news is sketchy as to what we should expect. One thing though - it's been raining steady and hard since ten o'clock this morning...


Anyway, this is from my WIP about a vampire FBI agent, witches coven, and a tough-promise-to-keep urban fantasy with the working title - Gideon - it's the one I'm using for Six Sentence Sunday these days. Hope you enjoy. Also, this character is not the heroine, but she is pivotal to the major subplot.

Sara rubbed her sore jaw.

This was what she got for hanging out all night at Tryst, bullshitting with her boss and the rest of the gang.

“Fuck,” she said, and rolled carefully onto her side. Her lower back and legs ached from where the little man had knocked her to the ground. She never imagined he was dangerous or strong enough to hurt her when she first saw him in the middle of the street. That much power didn't usually come short in stature and poorly dressed.

Well, still waiting for the storm and it's almost 8:45 p.m. It's definitely moving slow, but at least I've posted my SSS for this week!  And oh yes, thank you to all of those who dropped by to comment last week. Much appreciated!

Six Sentence Sunday & Denny's Eye Candy

Italian actor Gabriel Garko snagged by Denny S. Bryce 

Wow! This week stormed by didn't it? Can't believe it's already time for Six Sentence Sunday.

I'm operating on enough sleep so I should have no excuse for not getting in some solid writing today. But participating in Six Sentence Sunday is a way to pump up your energy. I tell you it's not that easy to find six sentences that work for these little mini stories. But it's a great editing tool. Yes, it is. You really focus when you count those sentences and see if they work together, etc.  Anyway, rambling...enjoy the six and see you soon.

Oh, this 'six' is from an urban fantasy about a vampire FBI agent, a witch's coven and an ill-fated promise. This is not the hero's POV though:)...

He found her almost immediately and his breath caught in his chest. She was barely a woman, a girl really, with wavy brown hair and bright round eyes. Innocent and seductive all at once, she was not a deliberate temptress. It was her gift to tantalize.

She wove through the dancers, tall and coltish, her dark nipples peeking through a white cotton blouse unbuttoned delicately low. As she fanned her brightly colored skirt, her long brown hair swept across her face, and his eyes widened with fear.

When the book is published (always an optimist) you'll find this POV character nothing like the hotness in the photo.