Six Sentence Sunday #19: One Wicked Night

I really missed doing Six Sentence Sunday while on holidays last week and especially visiting the other author blogs. But poor internet signal at the beach means complete social networking breakdown.

This week’s six is again from One Wicked Night. We are a little further into the evening and Lottie is tormenting Benedict in bed. Enjoy!

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He was in heaven. A very sticky heaven.

Still hungry, Lottie had returned to the dining table and snagged a little something she could sample. Off his body, that was. A dollop of cream splattered onto the middle of his belly and he sucked in a quick breath against the chill while Lottie chased the food with her playful mouth.

She seemed to delight in exploring every inch of him, dirtying his skin with food, and then wiping him clean with her dangerously talented tongue.

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Do I need a part-time assistant?

Do you ever get really disorganized?

Right now, I’m there again. A few months of distraction – book release, blog tour, illness, and school holidays – and my office is overrun with scraps of paper. It’s frustrating too when I’m usually good at keeping on top of things, but a few too many things have slipped to the sidelines lately and it has to stop.

When I worked in Financial Planning the small business I worked for hired business consultants. At the time, I’m fairly sure I rolled my eyes at the expense, interruptions and new procedures they forced upon us. I’d wished they’d spent the money on the salary of another person to take some of the pressure off all of us.

But right now, I’d kill to have someone sweep into my office and reorganise me. Someone with a flair for comb binding machines, excel spreadsheets, and a flair for the dymo label maker.

Sadly, the budget doesn’t stretch to even a casual assistant (and won’t for a very long while) so I really need to tackle the mess myself. I’ve been brainstorming and aside from cleaning up I also think I need to pare down my to-do list to what matter most.

  • recording sales numbers by book and by third party sites
  • accounting – invoices & income for tax return (this is obviously no 1 with the end of the financial year looming)
  • recording my writing progress – it’s motivating and helps me stay on track for deadlines
  • storing research materials – so I can hopefully find them again
  • copies of my stories – if my computer crashes there would be a lot of crying around here. I should have print as well as digital backups
  • reminder systems – I could probably be better organized for marketing and promotion

So, armed with this list I have a plan for the next week – sorting out the paper work of my writing life that’s getting in the way of my getting to my desk. Not really sure what kind of reminder system will work best though. What I’m doing clearly isn’t working so do you have any suggestions for a follow up system for important tasks? Let me know what works for you.

Six Sentence Sunday #18: One Wicked Night

Happy Easter!! I’m continuing with excerpts from One Wicked Night but it is so hard to keep it down to just six sentences. Forgive me. This one is seven.  We pick up where Lottie and Benedict are engaging in a little verbal foreplay over dinner but her last comments about his enjoyment of Town with his family (mother and sister) in tow has gotten his hackles up. Enjoy!

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Lottie threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, you look ready to strangle me. Be calm, Benedict. I only enquire into my guest’s love life. They described your mother as youthful before we determined her identity. I do not care to interfere in known or clandestine attachments. I have no right to damage hearts.”

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Six Sentence Sunday #17: One Wicked Night

It’s a beautiful Sunday downunder, and I may have my aching tooth under control finally. (Touching every piece of wood I can find)  This week I’m turning back time to my first published short story, One Wicked Night. One Wicked Night is the story of a heartbroken man who accepts an courtesan’s invitation to join her one night and gets way more than he bargained for. This is from the chapter one. Enjoy!

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Time stood still as he gazed at the bejeweled impure.

Rumors and innuendo did not do her justice. She glided toward him with sleek, dark-haired perfection. Benedict noticed the challenge in her eyes, as if she expected something from him instead of the other way around. The second, and not the least important, her gown floated in transparent drifts about her. He could see the delicate turn of her leg and the dipping curve of her waist as she passed before candlelight.

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