It's now less than one month until I Do. . .or Die releases, and I'm filled to the brim with excitement and nervousness. Kind of like my heroine here. . .
In this scene, there's someone with a gun outside Ryan's house. Shelby is scared, clinging to Ryan like a human backpack, and he's trying to distract her from panicking by chatting about other things:
"Maybe I just told you that about the boxer briefs," he said, creeping forward, his back muscles flexing against my chest, "so you wouldn’t be thinking of me going commando."
My heart lurched to a halt for what felt like fourteen minutes. Which was great, because it gave me time to learn how to breathe again.
Then my heart began pounding so hard I felt like I was going to go deaf. Which was fine, because I wouldn’t have to hear myself wheezing as I remembered how to pull oxygen into my lungs.
I was dizzy, and faint, and just about dying from a lust that needed some major, major slaking.
Thanks for coming by for Six Sentence Sunday. I appreciate your comments, and I always look forward to reading everyone else's posts. It's my favorite day of the week, so I can't even think about not doing this anymore!
Oh, and I wanted to share some news that made me smile this week. Another book that I've shared here, Lord Midnight, won the Chapter One contest for October at Cheryl Bradshaw's blog. There were 50 entries, and she chose mine as the winner! She said some lovely things about my chapter, and she interviewed me too. So check it out if you have a chance!