Six Sentence Sunday and a celebration!
Yesterday, I typed ‘The End’ on the first draft of my December Hot Nights in St. Blaise novella (coming Nov 2013) and I’m so giddy I can’t see straight! Here are the official stats for this series as of today:
12 novellas written over a period of 10 months and 16 days. That’s 12 hot heroes, 12 feisty heroines, and 12 steamy love stories(emphasis on the love and the story, but with enough steam to keep things interesting) in over 284,000 words.
I thought I’d celebrate by sharing a snippet from October AND giving away an advanced read copy (ARC) of book #1 – Jumping Mr. January.
All you have to do is comment on today’s post by midnight, and I’ll pick a winner on Monday 11/26. Sound good?
Here we go!
Welcome to St. Blaise, Missouri: Home of The Men and Women of St. Blaise Regional Medical Center
When the St. Blaise Regional Medical Center Board of Directors hired hometown girl, Beth Watkins, to jump start their public relations, they never imagined she’d be stripping their most prominent doctors, nurses, and support staff down to their birthday suits in order to beef up the hospital’s bank account.
Six men and six women were chosen to represent the best and brightest of this little town nestled in the heart of the Mark Twain National Forest. They also happened to be the hottest tickets in town. Soon the fundraising calendar is spiking temperatures throughout the Show Me state, and the men and women of St. Blaise are setting their small-town nights on fire.
Watch for the HOT NIGHTS IN ST. BLAISE series coming in 2013 from Turquoise Morning Press!
Here are six sentences from Ogling Miss October:
He needed to grab his tiny tyrant of a daughter and beat a path for home before he did something irrevocably stupid.
Turning back to Susie he mumbled, “I’ve gotta get you into bed.”
Her eyes flared with amusement, and Warren’s soul died the first of a thousand slow, painful deaths as the realization that he’d said something stupid instead sank in.
“Wow.” Susie beamed at him, obviously delighted by his complete and utter mortification. “Most guys would buy a girl a corndog first.”