Six Sentence Sunday - apologies

I'm not being lazy, but unfortunately I've had to forego both my Wednesday's Writer and Six Sentence Sunday spots this week due  to a major domestic upheaval.  Not me or my close family, but - and anyone who has read 'Shopping for Love' which I've featured in previous weeks will understand - an elderly neighbour, who was my 'Joan'.

Sadly, when you reach the age of 86, life becomes very fragile and small things can have a seriously detrimental effect on the remainder of your life.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed for my elderly neighbour who is gravely ill and who, like Joan, has no one else around to help her in her hour of need.

I hope to be back on track next week, but in the meantime, I urge you to check out other participants of Six Sentence Sunday by clicking this link.  I know I'll be reading them - I'm completely hooked.

Six Sentence Sunday

My six sentence Sunday offering is again from my latest title: Shopping for Love.  The hero, Greg, has uncovered dodgy dealings at the investment bank where he is employed as a software developer and has reported this to the CEO.  Unfortunately, the colleague responsible for the illegalities happens to be the CEO's son.  Max Sandler's nepotism means that Greg's days at the bank are numbered.

He knew that simply by copying the faulty code to produce as evidence, he was in breach of contract and they could, if they thought of it, use the non-disclosure clause in his contract to bring about his disgrace and downfall.  Sacked on a technicality – a straightforward clause in his own contract.  He needed to act quickly before he found himself locked out from accessing important data.  He saw from the calendar he was due to see Max Sandler at eleven.  He spent the next half hour running a query to pull up data of all the companies likely to be interested in Mongolian investments and vertical integration with Kennago - and with a sufficiently high market cap to make them viable options.  In for a penny, Greg thought, in for half a million pounds.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Well it is Sunday here already, so hopefully I'll be forgiven for starting early!

This week for my Six Sentence Sunday contribution, I thought I'd offer something from my latest contemporary romance, Shopping for Love.  This rather desperate little speech is uttered by my lovely hero, Greg - who has just about reached the end of his tether, poor darling.  Can you blame him?

"Whoa there!  Who said anything at all about happy families?  I’ve not had a single happy moment this week, thanks for asking.  My grandfather keeps drifting in and out of a coma; I’ve dragged my father from the other side of the world only to watch him cry like a baby and know there’s nothing I can do to help him; I’ve had to turn a blind eye to blatant fraud at work; your ex-boyfriend keeps badgering me to criminalise myself and as for Josie – don’t even get me started on that poisonous bitch.  And the sweetest, most wonderful creature ever to enter my life – the one shining light that could have made everything else tolerable for me – has locked me out in the cold.  Refused to talk to me, to explain what I’m supposed to have done that’s so heinous."

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Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to this week’s Six Sentence Sunday where I choose six sentences from one of my books. This weekend (since it’s available FREE on Amazon today and because today is also my birthday) I’m offering a little snippet from my debut contemporary romance The Apple Tree, which was the the Grand Prize Winner of Inspired Romance Novels' 2011 Writing Contest. 

The Apple Tree

Their eyes met for an instant but he was guarded, his mask of indifference firmly back in place.  He shrugged and looked off into the distance as they began to walk back to the cemetery gate along one of the narrow gravel paths between the rows of graves, many of which were adorned with huge flowers in their many autumnal shades of rust and yellow. 

"It’s nothing," he replied dismissively and they walked the rest of the way in silence, leaving Julie wrestling with her emotions.  She wanted to shout, but it is! It is!  How can I bear your kindness when I know you have such a low opinion of me?  

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