So, the Queen Bee and all-around pain in the ass bitch had given him twenty dollars and an address, telling him that Lightning McMann -- bum, nutcase, and uber-talented sensitive with a Meth habit -- had been having problems at that new coffee shop on West.
Faboo.
"Why did I move out here again?" The words were not even loud enough to be a whisper, really, because he knew the answer. He'd moved because queer, Goth, psychic club kids with the ability to sniff out evil weren't really necessary in Amarillo.
Or, really, suffered to live.
This snippet is from my alter-ego's new New Adult book, Bittersweet, coming out Wednesday from Prizm Books.
Want to play along? It’s fun and easy
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on SundayThis snippet is from Adam's story, Tag Team, that I'm currently plugging away at. The boys are currently in a pervy position, in fact. :D Want to play along? It’s fun and easy 1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published 2. pick six sentences 3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
3 comments:
Great six, B.A. I love the description of him and why he'd come. :)
Thank you, darlin! :D This one's a departure for me, but I had a ball writing it.
Excellent 6, BA! Gets us right in there with your MC.
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