Six Sentence Sunday #9

Greetings, my sixy beasts! By now you're all surely sick of reading about my evil twin's Parisian man-whore, so let's move on. Here are six sentences from my upcoming Blaze, tentatively titled Honeymoon for One. The seaplane pilot hero and runaway bride heroine are in the cockpit, headed for the mainland, and Will is teasing Leigh for having artlessly thrown herself at him the night before:

“Never been sexually assaulted by a guest before,” Will said, facing forward. “Just trying to be polite, lest you manhandle me again.”

“Womanhandle, you mean.”

Another grin.

“You can get away with a lot,” Leigh said, “since you’re the only man who can get me off that island.”

“If we’re being indiscreet again, I’m going to go ahead and delete the last two words of that sentence.”

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Six Sentence Sunday #3

Six sentences from Honeymoon for One (working title) just contracted by Harlequin Blaze. The sale came after a very challenging year of rejections, following my initial sale.

The heroine has just run away from her wedding and is en route to her honeymoon destination, sans groom, being transported to a private island by a very irksome seaplane pilot…

“Not too late to swim, if you’re offended by the service.”

“No, thank you, though I suspect I’ll be sitting in the cabin on the way back.”

“Probably wise—my old man was a cabbie in New York,” Will said. “My gifts of customer service are purely genetic.”

“A very rare and malicious disorder, I’m sure. Thank goodness you’re not contagious.”

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Hell froze over!

Greetings from Victoria, BC! Vacation is still in full effect, but I'm popping in to interrupt the blog hiatus with some long-awaited great news—I finally sold a second book to Harlequin Blaze! I found out this afternoon while driving around Vancouver Island, and though my phone cut out on my editor, I heard enough to the know it was the news I'd been giving myself gray hairs over.

It's been an entire year since the first sale, and while I'd heard from multiple series romance authors that the second sale is infamously the hardest (since the first is often a bit of a fluke), I won't pretend I wasn't starting to doubt my ability to ever come up with another winning proposal.

If you're curious about the details, the book's working title has been Honeymoon for One, and it's about an actress who pulls a runaway-bride act on her wedding day and meets an unscrupulous (but alluring) pilot when she runs off to enjoy her Caribbean honeymoon, sans two-timing groom. I'll be sure to include a few lines in a Six Sunday post when I'm back in Boston next week.

Thanks to everyone who told me to hang in there through the failed proposals and jags of self-doubt, and the looong spells of cricket-chirping these past twelve-plus months. Couldn't do this job without you guys!