Random thoughts on our impending doom and everyday life, courtesy of a Romance Writer who occasionally feels the need to talk like a Sailor.

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Six Sentence Sunday...

An excerpt from Final Girl. The wooing and cornering continues... 

“You weigh a ton.”
Daniel lifted his head off his little ray of sunshine’s chest, ridiculously gratified by the calm, even thumping of her heart, the steady, measured lift and fall of her ribs. She was alright, never mind the griping. She was okay and on some subconscious, un-chartable level that equated to trust.
Had to.
Or maybe she was just exhausted.


  1. Good six. Wooing and cornering-- Trust is there now. What's next. :)

  2. Hey Karen, thanks for stopping by. Glad you liked it! Next must come naughtiness and lots of it...