Sunday, October 23, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Netherworld 2: Blood Potion No. 9 (WIP)

Before I could call him on it, tall, dark and purrfect (hey, I never claimed to be funny) stepped forward.  As if the werepanther wasn’t sexy enough, Gerald’s deep rolling voice sealed the deal.  Cool and smooth, it was the kind of voice you’d want to rub all over your naked body.

He smiled, his catman face wearing it well.  I realized I rarely saw this hired muscle smile.  “Hi Brandilynn.”

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