Twenty Questions, Strip Style: New York Minute #sixsunday

Today marks the last Six Sentence Sunday. I've truly enjoyed reading other people's stories and have met some amazing writers. 

Today's sentences come from my current WIP, New York Minute. Veronica and Diego decide to get to know one another in a fun way. 

She held her shoulders back, flipped her hair over one shoulder and lowered her lids. “Let’s make this fun.”

He raised his eyebrows, a gleam in his eyes. “Already, I’m intrigued.”

She scooted closer to him, not allowing any space in between them. “For every question we ask, we take something off.” She tugged his t-shirt away from his chest and let go, with a snap.

He laughed. “I like this idea. We learn and play at the same time.” He put his hands behind his head and leaned back. “Me first.” 

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Melinda

New York Minute: Six Sentence Sunday

I was sad to hear that Six Sentence Sunday will be coming to an end on January 27. So, I thought I'd participate in the last  #sixsunday's with my current WIP. 

Six Sentence Sunday is a day where published or non published authors share six sentences from their work. I will share my first six sentences from my newest WIP, New York Minute. I will pick up where I left off last week. 

     
     They walked another block and Chloe stopped in front of the Aria Lounge. “Here it is.”
     Other women grouped up in the entrance, pretty women, dressed for success ... or sex. Veronica looked  down at her simple black dress and green fitted jacket with a swooshy scarf around her neck, and wished she wore something else. All these other ladies had low cut blouses, too-tight pants, or short skirts that didn’t leave too much to the imagination. Veronica looked -- blah. 

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Melinda

Six Sentence Sunday: New York Minute #sixsunday

I was sad to hear that Six Sentence Sunday will be coming to an end on January 27. So, I thought I'd participate in the last three #sixsunday's with my current WIP. 

Six Sentence Sunday is a day where published or non published authors share six sentences from their work. I will share my first six sentences from my newest WIP, New York Minute.

Every time Veronica’s friend concocted some ridiculous scheme on how to meet men, she blackmailed Veronica to partake in it. This particular plan was over-the-top. Chloe should know that Veronica was an on-the-border agoraphobic. In fact, just thinking about meeting men in this way practically gave her hives.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Veronica groaned.

Chloe looped her hand through Veronica’s elbow to keep her from escaping. “It’ll be fun. Maybe you’ll meet the man of your dreams.”

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Melinda

Love at first bite... Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentency Sunday is a day where published or nonpublished authors share six sentences from their work. I will share six sentences (or a few more) from my newest WIP, Frequent Flyer. In this scene, Hope ran into Colin and his son, Jason, at Luigi's Pizza.  

Colin scooted the basket closer to Hope, “Want an appetizer?”

     “Thanks. I’m starving.” She took a breadstick, brushing her fingers against his.

A deep flutter fell across his belly. Wow! It’d been awhile since he felt that. He smiled at her as she took a bite and noticed her look around the room, anywhere but him. He was sure she felt the rush too. 

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Melinda

Dr. McDreamy - Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentency Sunday is a day where published or nonpublished authors share six sentences from their work. I will share six sentences (or a few more) from my newest WIP, Frequent Flyer. In this scene, Hope is leaving Dr. Colin Calaway's office after getting her cast off. 

Why was she acting like a schoolgirl who didn’t know what to do? I’m a strong, independent woman. Get it together, Hope. Stand up straight, one foot in front of the other. Think of Dr. Mcdreamy later, not in front of him for goodness sake. “So, I’ll see you Saturday. And thanks…I mean Thank you.”

He lifted a corner of his mouth, the dimple calling her name. “My pleasure.” He opened the door and left the room without looking back.

Father's Day Six Sunday

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

In honor of Father's Day, I've chosen six sentences that include Jake and Amanda's fathers from Time Changes Everything. Joe, Amanda's dad, is so much like my own father.

Jake and Amanda take a trip home to Louisiana for Christmas. This excerpt is taken from their arrival.

Again, I am reminded how hard choosing only six sentences can be, so I cheated a little, and didn't officially enter the #sixsunday bloghop this week. Hope you enjoy anyway!

        “Isn’t that something, you both living in New York? Libby had a fit when she found out.”  

        “What’s that Joe?” Libby jerked her head in his direction, since she always heard everything that went on around her, even if she was at the other side of the car. 

        “Nothing. Nothing.” Joe swung his hand in the air, as if there was a mosquito nagging at his neck. 

       “Well, anytime you need me to take care of her, you let me know.” Jake smiled at Amanda. 

       She clenched her teeth and turned her head. Jake knew she was pissed, but he loved her all riled up.

       “Don’t tell her mother that, or you’ll be sorry.” Joe slapped him on the shoulder and trudged off with Amanda’s luggage. “What’s in these jiggers?”

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Melinda
     

Friendly Games Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentency Sunday is a day where published or nonpublished authors share six sentences from their work. I will share six sentences (or a few more) from my newest WIP, Frequent Flyer, continuing a few paragraphs from where I left off last week.  Hope, the middle school principal, has just told Colin that his son has a detention and that he needs more father-son time.

 

“There’s a Friendly Games Morning this Saturday and I know Jason would love to attend.”

“Sounds perfect. Will you be there?” Now, why did he ask that? Maybe he wanted to see Ms. Robinson in some athletic shorts. He shook his head.  Stop it, Colin! Get yourself together. Your son needs you.
                Her eyes widened and she smirked. “It’s a school function, so of course I’ll be there.”

More time...Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentency Sunday is a day where published or nonpublished authors share six sentences from their work. I will share six sentences from my newest WIP, Frequent Flyer, continuing a few paragraphs from where I left off last week.  Hope, the middle school principal, has introduced herself to Colin and informed him that his son, Jason, has had three detentions at school. 

Ms. Robinson stood, walked to his side, and placed her hand on his arm. “Maybe he’s seeking attention. I suggest spending more quality time with him - father and son time.”

Of course. What other time would there be? After his wife died two years ago, there would be no one else. It seemed like that’s all they had was father and son time, if they weren’t at Colin’s parents. He’d been busy in the past year with his research getting published in the medical journal. Maybe she was right. He needed to spend more time with Jason.

Mr. Colin Calaway

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Melinda

I'm Mrs. Robinson...Six Sentence Sunday

#sixsunday 5/27/12

Six Sentency Sunday is a day where published or nonpublished authors share six sentences from their work. I will share six sentences from my newest WIP, Frequent Flyer, continuing a few paragraphs from where I left off last week.  Hope, the middle school principal, has just invited Colin into her office.

                  Ms. Robinson’s long blonde hair looped into a bun at the back of her head, with strays falling on her long neck. She wore a tailored dark blue dress suit that showed off fine legs that she probably used to stomp on young misbehaved students. Her blue eyes glistened in his direction as she leaned back.

                “That’s right, Mr. Calaway.” She smiled, her full lips beckoning for his attention.  “I’m Ms. Robinson. It’s nice to meet you, finally.” 

Six Sentence Sunday 5/20/12

#sixsunday 5/20/12

Six Sentency Sunday is a day where published or nonpublished authors share six sentences from their work. I will share six sentences from my newest WIP, Frequent Flyer, continuing where I left off. Last week we met Colin, our male MC. Now, we will meet Hope, our female MC.

Just as the school bell rang, he saw a tall figure wobble into the office entrance.  She stepped closer and said, “You must be Mr. Calaway. ”

                Colin stood, looked at her cast and then took a second look at the woman holding out her hand. “You’re the principal?”

                “Hope Robinson..” She smiled as he shook her hand. “I appreciate you coming at such short notice. Please come into my office. ”

Hope you enjoyed. Please come back for more of the story next week! If you want to read more form other authors, please go to the link provided at the top of the page.

Melinda

Six Sentence Sunday - Frequent Flyer 5/12/12

Today is Six Sentence Sunday. I decided to share my newest WIP, Frequent Flyer. These six are found at the beginning to introduce my hero, Colin, a single father waiting to meet his son's principal, Hope.

     Colin sat at the edge of the hard plastic seat. Above him, the steady click of the wall clock kept him company as he waited for the principal to come talk to him. The receptionist sat behind a desk calendar plastered with five different colored post-it notes. She smiled at him, sensing his nervousness, he guessed. He heard the sound of kids’ feet running down the hall, and he squirmed in the uncomfortable chair. How much longer did he have to wait?

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Melinda 

Six Sentence Sunday 4/29/12

Today is #sixsunday where published and non published writers share six sentences from a current WIP. Again, I will share from my Work in Progress, Time Changes Everything.


Amanda and Jake return home for Christmas. However, Amanda persuades Jake into keeping their relationship a secret. Now, both thier mothers are asking Amanda about her new boyfriend. Little do they know it's Jake. Amanda, baffled, tries to get out of saying the truth. At that precise moment, Jake steps in and questions what Amanda was doing.

“I wasn’t about to tell them!” Amanda found herself almost screaming.  “I said I wasn’t ready to talk about it.” 

Jake strutted over to the counter, grabbed a cookie and took a bite. He leaned back, crossed his ankles, and smiled. 

“Well, if she tells you, I’ll tell you.” He sent a wink her way. 

More from this scene next week! Stay tuned!

Six Sentence Sunday 4/22/12

Today is #sixsunday where published and non published writers share six sentences from a current WIP. Again, I will share from my Work in Progress, Time Changes Everything.


Since Amanda and Jake have a past, as childhood next-door neighbors, I wanted to share some reminiscing on their part. Jake and Amanda have just shared Thanksgiving lunch together and now will spend some quality time watching football together.

     Memories flooded back. Ten years ago, Amanda sat on the bleachers with her friend Shannon and pretended to watch a game. Wrapped in a warm jacket, the frigid air beat against her face and her eyes locked on jersey 68, Jake the quarterback. Girls chanted his name all around her as he passed the ball. 

     “You don’t have any friends to watch the game with?” She asked, shaking the memory from her mind.

     “I’d rather sit right here next to you.” He patted the sofa next to him. “Do you mind?” 

Hope you enjoyed today's sentences. I've had a lot of fun sharing. Check out the sixsunday.com website for more entries.

Six Sentence Sunday 4/1/12

Happy April Fool's Day!

Today is #sixsunday where published and non-published writers share six sentences from their work.  I will share 6 sentences from my finished Work-In-Progress Time Changes Everything.

Every Sunday I think it gets harder and harder to choose just 6 lines. I cheated a bit and have 8 sentences. Shhhh. Don't tell anyone. Hopefully you enjoy today's pick.

To hell with it, she thought, with kisses like that, what could one night as Jake’s real date be like? It was time to find out.

She cleared her throat, leaned into his muscular body, and wiped her lipstick off his lips. “Not bad, smooth talker. But,  you may be in for a surprise tonight, too, Jake Edwards.” She walked ahead of him, swaying her hips more than usual. After a few steps, she stopped, peaked across her shoulder and said, “If you play your cards right.” She heard a growl behind her as she moved towards the boat, feeling Jake’s eyes on her.  

Six Sentence Sunday 3/25/12

Today is #sixsunday where published and non-published writers share six sentences from their work.  I will share 6 sentences from my finished Work-In-Progress Time Changes Everything. It's mighty hard to pick out six sentences, but here it goes.

Amanda kisses Jake to ward off her ex-boyfriend. Now Jake talks to her about it. 

       “I noticed you were a little afraid of him...” his smile grew, “...and that you like to kiss unsuspecting men.”

     “He’s intimidating. That’s all.” Amanda stepped away ignoring Jake’s last comment.

     Jake didn’t like the feeling of emptiness once she was out of his hold. Amanda rubbed her fingers on her forehead.

     She wasn’t going to admit that she liked that kiss. He wouldn’t let her forget.

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Six Sentence Sunday 3/18/12

Here's my first chance of sharing Six Sentences from my Work-in-Progress: Time Changes Everything. This excerpt comes from Chapter 1 where the hero (Jake) and heroine (Amanda) meet up after seven years. 


Hope you enjoy!

Amanda’s world shrank to just the two of them. He pressed his body against her side, one arm along the back of the booth behind her head. Warmth seeped into her, melting every muscle.

He’d always been tall, but the wide shoulders next to her belonged to a man, not the teenager who’d broken her heart. His dark hair framed his chiseled face, which could have been carved by Michelangelo and he had a hint of a five o’clock shadow. His deep dark blue eyes soaked up every inch of Amanda’s body.