Tag Archives: Six Sentence Sunday

Rafe looked at her, and she knew perfectly well how that translated: What am I going to say? He doesn’t even know I exist. It wasn’t as if there were serious competition, as far as she could tell, because Apollo … Continue reading →

Under her, Bertie’s chest and hips and thighs softened from warm statue to hot flesh, and his lips molded to hers as he groaned into the open-mouthed kiss. His arms came around her and he tightened the embrace, as the … Continue reading →

That was the neat thing about the slow place, although of course at the moment the world had slowed nearly to a stop, stretched as it was by adrenalin and the serious, disembodied suspicion that she might not survive the … Continue reading →

They were apprentice wizards, the three of them, with a penchant for clever hackery. Bertie had sent the three of them to Annie, saying, “She’s an engineer. She could tell you about flying.” She had meant to tell them that … Continue reading →

Then Sunny’s cell phone buzzed, and the look on her face told all: that was Courtney. Courtney having issues, Courtney being needy, Courtney needing bodyguarding as she went clubbing: Courtney with the black hair and pale pale skin and six-inch … Continue reading →

She smiled back, a little tentatively, and said, “Hi.” She ordered her usual: bittersweet mocha with skim milk. Iced, no whipped cream. She winced in anticipation of the expectable joke about her complexion. Northtown was very white, except for the … Continue reading →