This is my first week participating in Six Sentence Sunday, so go easy on me. I’ve decided to start with my current WIP, Ghosts Don’t Wear Silk Stockings. It’s meant to be a lighthearted story about a woman who thinks she’s found the perfect man, only to discover that he isn’t exactly what he seems. As a matter of fact, he isn’t entirely human…
Ten minutes ago, she’d have been willing sacrifice her body to his carnal needs. Now she wasn’t so certain and he felt her hesitation against the heat of his bare skin. He kissed her neck and she lost the internal battle.
“Think about it,” he purred in her ear. She wasn’t sure she could think about anything else if she tried.
“We should wait,” she whispered.
Choosing six sentences has proven more difficult than I expected. Feel free to share your thoughts.