On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress.
From COMPROMISING CONNECTIONS (Ellora's Cave erotic/contemp):
Mr. Wrong Number began to bump and grind to the music like a hot male stripper. Gillian’s mouth fell open, and she knew should turn the video text off. How embarrassing for him, sending a message intended for a male friend to a strange woman instead. Yet when his eyes engaged hers with an erotic smolder, the message was no longer someone else’s joke. It was her private party.