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9/15/13 WEWRIWA a Community of Writers and Readers

 

Hi Gang, we’re fortunate when we survive nature’s fury. Bless the volunteers who repeatedly rescue survivors during the fires at the New Jersey shore communities and floods in Colorado. We take so much for granted.

Thanks for the comments. You boost my confidence every week.

I continue with my story Sin of Omission. Stunned to find he’s the father of twins, Jimmy Costigan has questions to be answered by the woman he’s loved since the moment he saw her. He asks, “Who guided you while I was playing college boy?”July 29, 2012 Sin of Omission

“A former Jesuit priest, Kirk Richards, helped me prayed for guidance and right or wrong, here we are. I don’t expect financial support or marriage,” Shelley took a deep breath, “all I want is for you to help me name them.”

Devoid of expression, Jimmy leaned in close, eyes narrowed, he said, “Why, you’ve done it all without me; name them yourself.”

“I want to be able to tell them their daddy chose the names; names are important.”

“So you didn’t think I was man enough to hear the truth, strong enough to accept responsibility and finish school but just a kid to be protected from life, huh?” His long hair fell across his face as he scowled, “We hardly know each other and now there are two more of us. You’ve had nine months to think and I’ve had less than a minute;” he stared down at his boots and recalled the only one who taught him a lot back in Utah; “Luke, Lucas; your turn.”

“Jacob,” Shelley said in a whisper, the second name caught the breeze to join the first, “Jake.”

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http://www.amazon.com/Sin-of-Omission-ebook/dp/B007XA9V2I

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12/30/12 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am

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Welcome Sixers and friends. Happy New Year to all. You’ve meant a lot to me with comments and friendship.

Last week, Dianne indulged in a fantasy starring Tony Flannigan with her in the cabana, in the shower. So far we have seen them on the hard packed sand in St. Augustine Beach, Florida. And now the pediatrician and the physical therapist in her wet dream.

excerpt in six:

His hands move down to my ample breasts as he pays careful attention to perky nipples standing at attention, and soaps each one as if they are priceless objects.

“My wife died two years ago from  anorexia; a wasted life over a compulsion. I haven’t looked at another woman since and then I fell on top of you, Diane and knew you weren’t a bag of bones. I ran my fingers through your glorious hair and wanted to touch you all over, feel your resilient flesh open to me.”

He soaps my back and slides his hands lower to cup my abundant buns while my insides melt and I tug at his shorts and there he is, a splendid specimen of male in my shower.

Breathless, I cry out, “Now, Tony, now. I can’t wait another minute,” and reach down to feel. . .nothing.

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www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

11/25/12 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am

Welcome Sixers and friends as the year, like all good stories,  hurries to a conclusion. I say what’s the rush? Take your time; savor each moment while we’re here. Last week our young woman on the beach was stumbled upon by, what else, a handsome young man. She’s concerned once he discovers her not-so-svelte body, he’ll run screaming away. The plot thickens. At this point, he’s concerned she might be injured under the thick cover of wet sand.

excerpt:

“I’m Tony Flannigan, physical therapist at the clinic in town and I work free-lance.”

Expert hands examined my neck, shoulders and fingers reached through curly blond hair to press my scalp. Peering through my dark wrap-around sun glasses, Tony smiled the whitest smile on the East coast and said, “Are your ribs okay?”

Panic set in because Tony wouldn’t be able to find my ribs with all the donuts stuck to them. A lesson from childhood to clean your plate because good food sticks to your ribs. I sat up, slipped the big beach wrap over my head and shoulders and said I was fine.

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

http://www.amazon.com/Sin-of-Omission-ebook/dp/B007XA9V2I
http://www.amazon.com/Now-What-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/193540797X
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/7283 – one of the ibookbuzz book club selections this month, Yay! http://bit.ly/pfjmjs
http://www.amazon.com/Be-Continued-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/1935407430
http://www.amazon.com/Starting-Over-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/1935407791
http://www.amazon.com/Charmaine-Gordon/e/B001K8UF7O
http://www.amazon.com/Reconstructing-Charlie-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/1935407910

11/18/12 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am

Today we have a beach, a young woman napping, almost buried under a blanket of packed sand with the tide coming in. Welcome Sixers to another adventure in this short story of romance with, of course, complications. Just like real life.

excerpt:

Pain and all the air whooshed out of me as something fell across my body.

A man’s voice deep, concerned spoke in a rush,  “I was running and tripped over. . .well I didn’t realize someone was under the sand and oh God, I hope you’re all right.”

“Oh,” I moaned and tried to get up but the sand held me down and so did he.  I opened my eyes and through the sunglasses saw Antonio Banderas, not really the actor but he sure looked like him. I almost said, “Kiss me before the tide washes away the sand and you’ll run screaming from my fatness,” but I didn’t. I just laid there like a lox on a plate, continued to moan and that’s the moment I fell in love with him: one of the moments.

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

http://www.amazon.com/Sin-of-Omission-ebook/dp/B007XA9V2I
http://www.amazon.com/Now-What-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/193540797X
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/7283 – one of the ibookbuzz book club selections this month, Yay! http://bit.ly/pfjmjs
http://www.amazon.com/Be-Continued-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/1935407430
http://www.amazon.com/Starting-Over-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/1935407791
http://www.amazon.com/Charmaine-Gordon/e/B001K8UF7O
http://www.amazon.com/Reconstructing-Charlie-Charmaine-Gordon/dp/1935407910

11/4/12 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Starting Over

Welcome Sixers and friends.  My love and best thoughts to those who suffered in the aftermath of the storm. After an horrendous scary week, I’m bringing to a close my snippets of Starting Over. Next week brings a new story. Emily begins to rebuild her life after her tragic loss. Emily’s close friend Mark, a widower, returns from a trip to find that Emily defended herself against the man who killed Patrick.

excerpt:

“Hold me tight, please, I feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams,” Mark said. “As I drove here from the airport, all I thought about was you, how much I care for you, how this time there was a chance for us to have a life together, to grow old together. From a distance I saw flashing lights, knew something terrible —” hoarse sobs, “when I saw you standing, soaked but standing on the beach I almost lost it. Relief sure, but that thing at your feet, he attempted to kill — my precious Emily.” He cradled her face in his hands.

Emily turned off the lights, slammed the door and grabbed Mark’s hand, a welcoming smile on her face, “Now what were you saying about a place for me to stay?”

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

Starting Over by Charmaine Gordon

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10/14/12 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Starting Over

Hi Sixers and friends, last week the watcher,Clifford Lansdale set his dune buggy on a course toward Emily’s husband, Patrick. What happens next changes the course of Emily’s life. As always, I appreciate your comments.

excerpt:

Just a tap to send him sprawling, one tiny tap thought as Clifford Lansdale geared up high, pedal to the floor heading straight for the target. A slam in the middle of Patrick’s back sent him flying backwards onto the hood. The lawyer slid almost face to face with the windshield, his eyes already unfocused. The dune buggy drove on coming to a stop at water’s edge. Not quite what you had in mind, Cliffie, and breathing heavily, he climbed out of the buggy to get the lawyer off. Using forgotten strength, driven by an adrenalin rush, he tugged at the bloodied body until it was thrown clear landing where waves pooled over the remains of the clever lawyer, Patrick Corwin as his body swayed gently with each ebb and flow of the sea.

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

Starting Over by Charmaine Gordon

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10/7/12 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Starting Over

Hi Sixers and friends. I value your comments and thanks so much for stopping by. Last week Emily’s husband Patrick promised he’d care for her the rest of his life. He meant well.

excerpt:

High on his perch, the watcher Clifford Lansdale juiced on oxycontin and black coffee, saw the honeymooners on the beach. Obsessed with his Goddess Emily and his plan, he grabbed keys to the restored dune buggy he treasured and headed out for a little ride. Gunning the motor, the buggy sailed over  dunes onto the flat hard packed sand. Course set straight ahead for, oh my, if it isn’t his lawyer dear Patrick Corwin jogging alone and where oh where is she? Ah yes, far up the beach, the lonely quiet beach with no one around and only the fierce wind making all that racket and just a tap to send him sprawling, one tiny tap. Clifford Lansdale geared up high, pedal to the floor and headed straight for the target.

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

Starting Over by Charmaine Gordon

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