After a blazing hot week, the weather has turned cool and blustery in Mauritius today. Ack. I was looking forward to some sun, but guess I'll have to settle for a different kind of warmth - you guessed it... Six Sentence Sunday snippets!
Whew, time flies, innit? I never realize that more than when I have to jump on here to post my six' excerpt.
So, without further ado, let me take you a little bit more into the world of danger, suspense, and intrigue that is Walking The Edge (Corpus Brides: Book One). I promised something 'softer' for this week - I'll let you people be the judge of how soft we do go from here on. :)
As always, huge thanks to all who drive by to read my six sentences, today and every week, and double thanks if you leave me a comment.
On to this week's six... Remember the fight scenes, first in the alleyway next to the bistro near Boulevard Michelet in Marseille, then the attack on police commissaire Gerard near his house a few blocks away. An "expressionless and focused" Amelia didn't hesitate to step in to save Gerard's life...by killing his assailant with two direct gun shots to the heart.
The police have come and gone, gotten Amelia's statement, and now Gerard has taken her back to her hotel. Sometime during the trip, delayed shock has settled into her, and he sends her to take a hot shower when they get in, while he takes the opportunity to rummage in her handbag for any clue as to who she really is.
Gerard is set on getting answers out of her before the night is over. Will he manage to?
There was good to be attributed to adrenaline, but there was also bad to be ascribed to it, like the way his gut tightened when he saw her with the skimp of terry cloth covering her tiny frame. Freshly washed, her face looked younger, her eyes huge and darkly lashed - so it hadn't been makeup that had given her gaze its intensity. He suddenly wanted her with the desperation of a thirsty man catching sight of an oasis in the desert, as if he craved her, needed her for survival...like he had craved someone else before—
Don't think of her, not now. This woman is Amelia. Not her. ..."
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From Mauritius with love,