Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday. I tried my hand at writing an Erotic Romance/Comedy at my husband's behest. No, not one single gory, gooey zombie makes an appearance. Sad, isn’t it? Basically, it’s Cinderella if she’d left her bra behind instead of a glass slipper. And if Cinderella was a modern day plus-size pin-up girl on a mission to get her life in order. Its novella length and I’m polishing it up for submission. Let me know what you think.
The sun was shining and birds were singing. And maybe, just maybe, if Alex pressed his face hard enough into the pillow, he’d be able to suffocate himself and put an end to the pounding inside his head. It was worth a try.
Such a pity, because the rest of him felt fan-fucking-tastic, oddly enough. But sweet merciful mother did his brain hurt. It easily drowned out all the bliss and happy emanating from the neck down.