Hey everyone! I’ve been working hard on my WIP’s and just realized that most of my books are now available on Amazon for your Kindle, computers, etc. I have a Nook myself and use it constantly, but I am addicted to Amazon for movies, TV shows and just miscellaneous stuff. I’ll buy a book on there if I can’t find it elsewhere, but prefer to put them on my Nook.
How about you? Where do you buy most of your books? Publisher’s website? Amazon? Barnes & Noble? All Romance Ebooks?
By the way, I’m in the middle of revamping my website, so look for some new designs soon! In the meantime, if you’d like to check out what I have available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, here are the links to my author pages there. I’d love it if you’d “like” my author page and my books pages so more people can find me there.
Today’s Six Sentence Sunday selection is from my upcoming White Hot Christmas story: Christmas Stalkings releasing December 17th at Changeling Press.
Henry is a Christmas elf whose magic doesn’t always work the way it’s supposed to. When he tries to sex up Santa’s workshop by making some adult toys… well, Santa’s workshop will never be the same. He’s been banned from the North Pole and is trying to redeem himself by helping a lonely human. Of course–things don’t quite go the way he intended….
Henry squinched his face tight in concentration and shoved his pinkie in his ear, grabbed his ass, twirled around to the left twice and crashed into the kitchen table.
“Damn human world, magic never works right here!” He stood up and tried it again, turning the other direction this time, disappearing from view just as the door opened.
“Who’s there? I’m a trained Ninja, I’m armed with an Uzi and I’ve already called the cops!” A woman’s trembling hand reached through and flipped the switch, bathing the apartment in the blinding light of a bare bulb on the ceiling.
Hope you enjoyed it!
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Here’s my post for this week’s Six Sentence Sunday, from my work in progress:
I have nothing to offer her, no way to win against the horde of rogues racing to their deaths, and the subsequent branch of para’s chasing the humans. I hate to fight.
Against my will, I feel the fiery burn as my clothes drop away. The rush of adrenaline flows through me—scintillating, arousing, powerful. My bones shift, transforming arms into wings, flesh into fire, and common sense into passionate fury. Lifting into the sky with a rush, one thought consumes me:
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“We have to finish what we came here for, or none of us will be safe.” Both of us run to the edge of the roof as the battle rages far below us. In an instant we both shift, jump off the roof and race toward almost certain death. Whether we die in the battle or die in a shifter’s court martial afterward, neither of us is going to live to tell the tale to our mate.
But we are shifters—military—and that means honor. Even if it kills us.
I just found out about a neat thing–Six Sentence Sunday!
I love the idea, where you can post six sentences from something you have written. It can be from a work in progress, something already finished, or just something you come up with on the spur of the moment. So this was my first contribution.