Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
This week it’s from Fever. After barely surviving an attack on the desert army base, Mae has a little too much to drink so Alistair helps her to her tent to sleep it off.
Mae stared down impotently at her all-terrain footwear. With a sigh, he straddled her legs and began to yank on her shoes. After the first one landed in a plop, she mused aloud, “You have the flattest ass of any man I’ve ever seen.”
Wonderful. Just what he needed to hear to top off this day. Get her other damn shoe off, then run back to the party and drink until you forget this entire conversation. Set in his plan, Alistair was foiled by his fingers twisting the shoelace into a knot.
“Damn it,” he cursed to himself, tempted to chew the lace off with his teeth.
“But you know what’s funny…?” she kept talking to herself. Maybe Alistair was her plant now. Stand in that dirt and take all the words in her brain like a vinegar wash.
Finally! He nearly threw her second shoe off and turned to take one last check. She didn’t seem to be near death, so it was probably okay to leave her. Wiping off his hands, he asked, “What’s that?”
Mae smirked, “I can’t stop staring at it.”