Sunday, August 7, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday:Halloween Novella Scent of a Witch

Unable to look away he watched as she moved her feet in and out of the water allowing him a generous view of long shapely calves that flowed seamlessly into milky white thighs. His throat tightened as desire burned in him. She leaned forward reaching out with her right arm bending her right knee in. So enchanted by the movement of the graceful beauty he didn’t see the dagger that appeared in her left hand until it took off a lock of his hair before firmly ending in the tree behind him.
The realization that he almost died startled Fionn out of his daze. The wild haired woman let out a 

particularly unladylike old Gaelic curse as her eyes looked all around as if seeking escape. 

That's from my current WIP hopefully releasing with Astraea Press around Halloween. It's a cross genre paranormal/historical romance entitled Scent of a Woman. And true to form I can see a series spurring from the one novella like my Familial Witch novella. 

Don't forget to head back to Six Sentence Sunday for even more appetizers.