Please, no one mention the fact that Christmas is 9 short days away! I’m so not ready. But what else is new. You’d think I’d get my act together and prepare early. Maybe next year.
But probably not.
Anyway, welcome to another Sunday! Today I decided to post the first six sentences from one of my many manuscripts that I have in the works. I need to put this high up on my list of “Must Finish” for 2013.
Even after nine years, Tommy Cross looked like a son of a bitch. Except he’d aged more like twenty years than nine. Apparently skirt chasing and boozing didn’t look good on a guy, but Tommy had never met a vice he didn’t like. The cast that covered his leg to mid-thigh and the other on his arm didn’t improve his looks any.
“’Bout time you got here, girl,” he called in the smoke-grated voice Lucy remembered all too well.
She licked her bottom lip, but her mouth was too dry to do any good.
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See you next week!