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From my WIP (shape shifters and secrets make a heady combination—Something Shifty):

“Are you sure you can still shift?” Dex had to ask.

Seth didn’t answer. He just put his palm on Dex’s arm, warm and steady. Dex frowned, not understanding what he was doing, but then everything changed. While he watched, Seth flexed his fingers until fur and claws slid over his human hand like the tide coming in.

six sentence sunday #sixsunday

From my WIP (I’m half done, woooo!), a shape shifter novel I’m calling Something Shifty:

Seth swallowed thickly. “I think you’re insane.” He meant it nicely, but still, Dex couldn’t imagine he would take this seriously, could he?

Dex laughed and shoved his chair away from the table. “I promise I’m not.”

Seth leaned against the solid wood and tried to figure out what the hell there was to say to that.

She stared, her hand dropping to fist in the covers. Max smiled at her, his expression partly sheepish, and partly taut with some inexplicable emotion she’d never seen before. He looked … aroused?  He licked his lips and she wrinkled her forehead. Impossible. What the hell were they doing here?

Short stories make the best cuddle blankets…

 

Next Tuesday, I have a new release coming out: Love, Desperately. It’s about a girl and her two best friends (both hotties) and how having someone to love makes the darkness seem a little less lonely. I didn’t expect to write a short story when I sat down with those characters, but sometimes you have to go where your imagination walks.

I thought about that a lot during Hurricane Sandy. In fact, I wrote a little essay about short stories and the dark: Hurricanes and long, dark nights…. It’s posted at Evernight Publishing’s blog. Check it out!

six sentence sunday #sixsunday

From my Romance on the Go short story Love, Desperately, coming in November!:

She stared, her hand dropping to fist in the covers. Max smiled at her, his expression partly sheepish, and partly taut with some inexplicable emotion she’d never seen before. He looked … aroused?  He licked his lips and she wrinkled her forehead. Impossible. What the hell were they doing here?