And now, for something completely different. . .
I’m finishing the revision of my historical western, Nobody’s Bride, but out of nowhere this week, I got a good idea for a novella that might work for a couple of New Years’ Eve-themed anthologies out there. The bad news: The first deadline is mid-June. So, I’m going to try to write this in a couple of weeks and roll the dice.
In this scene, my hero and heroine are stranded together, snowbound on New Years’ Eve:
“Are you flirting with me?” he challenged.
A dimple appeared in his left cheek. Whoa, he was adorable. If her mother hadn’t raised her right, she’d be tempted to lean forward right now and explore that cute little indentation with the tip of her tongue. Maybe she would, later — she couldn’t rule it out.
I’m having fun with this one. For more Six Sentence Sunday, go here.