Sunday, March 13, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Hush Little Baby

For those of you who had followed the earlier thread of my award show WIP, just so you know: our hero wins. That, however, is only the beginning, and I am editing the beginning and middle now.

Going to switch gears this week and relive a back list title, Enter Sandman, an M/M short out now with Phaze Books. It's a personal fave, and a sequel is still brewing. Just need a 48-hour day or two to get it done. Enjoy.

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Any other night, Len Crocker would be out on the lighted floor, grinding and gyrating amid crowded bodies, energized by the collective musk of hard men, horny men, queens and twinks and bears—oh my! Now, perched on a stool at the bar, hunched over a steaming mug of coffee, he just wanted everything to mute and morph into a Quaalude dream, slow enough to let him slip away without Spike and Gerry noticing. He wanted the bartender, hovering close with the coffee pot as though waiting to refill, to go away. He wanted Gwen to shut the fuck up. He wanted to go home and sleep, but knew that wasn’t an option. Hadn’t been for six weeks now.

7 comments:

graylinfox said...

I'm intrigued, this has to go on the TBR list. Six weeks? what happened?

Sarah Grimm said...

Really enjoyed this six! Will you be sharing more next week? I hope so.

~Sarah

Lucy Felthouse said...

Awesome six! And yummy book cover :)

Jay Di Meo said...

This story sounds great! I want to read more.
And congrats on your award!

Lisa Fox said...

Oh my indeed! Great six!

Susanna Fraser said...

Ooh, nice. So much going on here.

Lauri J Owen said...

Great six - I really enjoyed looking into his head.