Tipping the hourglass to find time for another Six Sentence Sunday ~


Things I have to do are racked up like taxi cabs at the airport. No kidding! When last week completely got away from me, I wasn’t able to write the blog post I had planned. I hoped to do that on the downtime this weekend but nope, ain’t happening. The best I can do for now is this little bit. I’m out of town this weekend and have an internet connection just strong enough to slooooowly check my email. Dubious as this connection is, I figured I’d better put up this  Sunday post tonight while I can connect. So without further ado…

Six Sentence Sunday!

Many talented writers take part in this fun little tag-along. We offer six interesting, compelling, and evocative sentences from our novels and put them out to tempt you. Click on this link and follow along. I know you’ll be tempted!

http://www.sixsunday.com/

My six comes from Hermes Online. Here’s the rundown:

Imagine meeting someone who thoroughly compliments you. You share likes and dislikes, views and outlooks and a soul connection unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. It takes your breath, quickens your pulse and consumes your every thought. When you make love for the first time, it’s as if every cell in your body confirms this is your twin flame. Now imagine the timing is horribly off. In my first novel, Hermes Online, Vivienne joyfully discovers such a love amid the ancient ruins of Greece – a love so complete and soul satisfying but one that just isn’t meant to be.

As surely as seasons change, life moves on. Grieving the love she found and lost beside the impossibly blue waters of the Mediterranean, Vivienne eventually takes another chance at happiness but unfortunately her next relationship turns out to be one of betrayal. Her faithless boyfriend intentionally administers a low blow to deflect the attention off of him and on to her – if she weren’t so dull in bed he wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere. Not being one to deliberately hurt someone herself, his unaccountable words become a yoke of self-doubt that spills over into every aspect of Vivienne’s life. Hungering for a good word, on a whim she enters a short story written during happier times to an adult literature site and makes a connection with a compelling man known only as S. The two soon embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication where their suggestive emails lead her to try erotic chat, where cybersex leads to Skype, and C2C sends both into the arms of a love they’d believed lost forever.

Setting the stage

With only sensual prose between them, S chooses his words precisely to express his desire.

This week’s SIX:

Take my hand, lovely V, follow me to my bed, lie back on petal-strewn sheets and fan your autumn-colored hair across my pillows. Allow me to pay homage to the goddess you are. Let me begin at your little feet. Feel me lightly kiss, and yes, you will feel me bite ever so slightly, for the need to devour you is great. Reply lover.

I await,

S

I hope you enjoyed that. S sent Vivienne a few quotes that have great swoon potential. If anyone is interested, I’ve taken five of his sensual quotes and had them made into little refrigerator magnets. Scroll down to earlier posts and find out how to get some.

Hermes Online on Youtube:

The Romance Reviews

About ~RoseAnderson

Rose Anderson is an award-winning author and dilettante who loves great conversation and delights in discovering interesting things to weave into stories. Rose also writes under the pen name Madeline Archer.
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