I remembered to sign up this week! And since Nanowrimo probably isn’t going to happen Chez Elin, due to all kinds of annoying outside influences, I hope to be a bit better at commenting to other folks posts than I was last week. I read quite a lot but – well, silent appreciation isn’t nearly as good as a “hi well done” under the post, is it.
Anyhow, Six Sentence Sunday! The usual drill. Sex sentences taken from a WIP. Click this link to see masses of others, usually close to 200, in genres varying from gritty dystopian si-fi to YA inspirational and back via masses and masses of het erotica.
Since I am still editing On A Lee Shore [I’ve spent the last 4 days trying, and failing, to write a sex scene *facepalm*] you’re getting a random bit from that.
The pirate sloop Africa is under fire from a naval vessel.
“Bracketed, par Dieu,” Valliere whispered and he and Kit ducked down behind the transom as another gun spoke. Africa lurched, her boom swinging. There were screams. Kit looked up as Valliere leaped to his feet and ran forward. MacGregor, the big Scot, flopped like a fish, hands holding a bloody mess where his guts had been, until blood burst from his mouth and he fell back and stilled. A section of rigging where he had been standing hung in a hopeless tangle.