Happy Sunday you all!
This is my first Six Sentence Sunday contribution.
Six Sentence Sunday is a weekly blog hop where published and unpublished writers give you a teeny taste of a WIP or published book! I chose to give you six sentences from my most recent title, In Her Closet.
Fresh off of a night of anonymous sex we join sex and lifestyle columnist, Yves Santiago on the curb for a cigarette. Yves is a self-proclaimed slut who vows to live her life as carelessly as a man and make no apologies for any of it. Though her meddling mother and psycho ex-fiancé seem intent on making it difficult for her to do so. Yves is mostly successful at avoiding anything that looks even remotely like love–escaping most encounters with her heart and her pride intact.
At least until she meets Elijah Weinstein.
Elijah saunters in like a dream proclaiming to be the next great love of her life–a declaration that Yves finds ridiculous, though it doesn’t make him any less enticing. With his moss green eyes, broad, sun-kissed shoulders and a mouth so damn sensual that it should have an NC-17 rating, Elijah Weinstein is damn near irresistible. So Yves willingly accepts his challenge, certain she be able to get what she wants without relinquishing her heart.
Full Length Novel
Warning: this title contains F/F situations, light bondage and spanking.
So without further ado…here’s my six from In Her Closet!
Two a.m. finds me in The Dip, a crowded reggae club, where I proceed to get drunk off too much Jamaican rum, wind my hips and enjoy the heady press of bodies. Jamaican men have a way of making you feel desirable even if you are the homeliest girl in the room. I know it’s shallow but, I like to feel their eyes on me. I want to know that they think I’m sexy and beautiful. I like knowing that I can have any one of them in the room. Like him–the cute, shy boy eyeing me over the rim of his glass.