This will be my last Six Sentence Sunday excerpt from “Hoodoo Cupid”–at least until next year. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading the excerpts as much as I’ve enjoyed revisiting the story.
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No matter how hard or how loud her inner paranoid told her he couldn’t be trusted, the rest of her wasn’t listening. Her respiration slowed, lulled by hints of scents which had no place in a sickroom—sandalwood and ginger and the faintest trace of sweat. The longer she stood there and watched him breathe, waiting for her to act, accepting it…
Something fluttered, soft as feathered wings, inside her belly.
“Maggie?” he whispered.
Why did he have to say her name like it mattered?
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oh nice! Great tension!
Thanks, Angela!
OMG! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this story. This one, along with Paula Martin’s Fragrance of Violets are NEXT on my reading list (hopefully, I can start tomorrow). The sexual heat and tension in just those six lines is almost tangible. It’s certainly vivid. The language you use is lovely, also. Great six!
Thanks, K.E. I really hope the story lived up to your expectations. Thanks for all the tweets, too. 🙂
Love that last line!
Thanks, Sharon!
Oooh, very nice!
Thanks, Gayle!
Wonderful six!
Thank you!