Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
To celebrate the fourth of July, this excerpt is from my summer romance Rash & Rationality about fireworks.
The kids found a new sacrifice to their fire God, poor Brandy trying to blow out the sparklers they held near her face.
She gave it her all, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk’s for air. But it was all for nothing. The kids giggled like mad, demanding she try harder, and damned if she didn’t answer that call.
Oh shit! Marty dashed forward and drew back her hair. Her profile pivoted to him for a second, before the kids shook their sparklers closer. “You looked about to turn into a sparkler yourself, there,” he said, to explain why he was holding her hair.