Happy Six Sentence Sunday! More from my current WIP. Life aboard ship isn’t at all refined, as evidenced by Tobia’s ruminations on what having sex with the heroine would be like. I wish I could post more but we’ve gotta keep with the SixSunday guidelines.
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His head tilted to the side and his gaze raked her. “Not mad,” he whispered. “Just very, very, unfriendly. Don’t worry, B. I’m not drunk enough to bed you without causing myself considerable pain. My rudder would likely suffer injury should I dare to dock at your port. Splinters, you know.”
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