Six Sentence Sunday & Denny's Eye Candy - Week 31

BBC's Being Human's vampire "Hal" portrayed by Damien Molony -- Series 4 is absolutely brilliant. I loved Mitchell, but this vampire is intensity personified (plus he's cute:).

My Six Sentence Sunday contribution is from my urban fantasy, Gideon. In this snippet, Gideon is having trouble on a helicopter trip from Chicago to Wisconsin.

Gideon clutched his chest. His ribcage felt as if it had collapsed into his lungs. He squeezed his eyes shut and counted backward from one hundred. He was falling, and his mind couldn’t catch up to his fear. Calm down, the crash won't kill you. Just maim and disfigure him for the rest of eternity.

Hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to go and visit the other Six Sentence Sunday posts, and happy Daylight Saving Time:)...

Six Sentence Sunday and Denny's Eye Candy: Week 21

BBC's Being Human cast in a sexy photo op snagged from a friend at Tumblr.

Happy New Year!

Kicking off the first Six Sentence Sunday of 2012 with a blurb from my WIP, The Vampire Lust Club...:)...The heroine is visiting the owner of the club and she's intrigued by his new look...

“And what’s up with that dirt beneath your lip?” Casey asked.

“All the cool men rock this look, baby girl.”

“And you joined the cool men club, when?” Not entirely unattractive, Henry still wasn't the hottest man in the District by a chubby mile but he was the only human Casey didn’t mind teasing. “You know, back in the day, me and my girls used to call that tuft of hair beneath a man’s lower lip a flavor saver.”

The tip of his tongue flicked at the small patch of hair, and then he said slowly, “I get that.”

Six Sentence Sunday and Denny's Eye Candy: Week 8

Photo of Theo Theodoridis snagged from the Internet by Denny S. Bryce

It's Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), and I'm still posting sentences from my paranormal romance about a vampire struggling to keep a promise to a witch. It's a WIP called 'Gideon' and this is Gideon's POV from somewhere in the middle of the book...

Magic had helped him control his urges for fifty years. But the hinges of the box were loosening. At the crime scene the night before, a female officer guarding the tapeline outside a dead woman’s house had smelled like food. As he walked by, his fangs inched out of their prison. He wanted to bury his teeth in her breast and feel her warm blood thick in the back of his throat. He barely made it out of the house without ripping her apart.

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Six Sentence Sunday - Redeux (Is That Allowed?)

Snagged from the Internet by Denny S. Bryce

I'm greedy today, and want to post two for Six Sentence Sunday - I missed last Sunday, but think I can get away with a twofer because (well, who's gonna stop me...hehehe:) and they are from two different WIPs...


The first is my futuristic urban fantasy set in a world where vampires have a caste system, and humans are either rich or live in Tunnel City (beneath the streets of DC)...so here goes:

Casey plastered a smile on her face, grabbed her coat and hat from the back of the chair, and strapped on her weapons belt. “I look forward to continuing my work as one of the SAV’s dedicated public servants.”

“There is no need for acronyms or sarcasm, young lady," Dr. V shot back. "As the Council of Ancient Vampires’ chief psychiatrist, I will monitor your activities for as long as I see fit and when I am convinced you have recovered completely, we will discuss your contract.”

Casey's fangs dug holes into her lower lip, but she manged to bow and say, “Yes, ma’am.” Then she headed for the door with a clear realization she had to accept.  If her eternal life were to remain in tact obedience to the Council was her only option.

The second is from my Fast Draft WIP...not doing as many words a day as I had hoped, but still hanging in there, and enjoying the process...

Now for those who know me, don't be surprised, this is a contemporary WIP, and I'm in love with the hero, but he's not in these six sentences...

“Hold on one moment,” Max said, rising to her feet. “We have delivered on every aspect of an outstanding program, designed and implemented to attract the audience we both agreed were your prime customers. The campaign has already produced overwhelming results with more than one thousand new bank accounts opened in the South Side branch alone. New investors joined your community outreach team with an initial infusion of capital that reached over one million dollars...and you’re telling us we were fired in a letter?” Max pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek to keep from unleashing designer profanities that would make her grandmother get out of her coffin and scream. (Is this 7 sentences, damn:)...