Another Six Sentence Sunday is here and I’m glad it’s part of a long weekend. The month of May has been a roller coaster. But now for a few lines (okay, six) from a WIP I’m working on that is going to be an erotic romance. It’s early though in the brainstorming process, but it pays to have an idea of where this is headed:)…My protagonist is a woman with a chip on her shoulder two years after a divorce.

She knew the night spots in Chicago where the Maitre d’ made six figures a year because he knew what chauffeur to call when one of the guests had too much to drink, smoke or snort. She’d spent her share of nights out that didn’t end until dawn, sipping vodka that cost five hundred bucks a fifth, screwing her ex-husband in the men’s bathroom, getting him off beneath the table as everyone in the room laughed and smiled and acted like they didn’t know what was going on. She wasn’t impressed by this place with its fine linens, crystal chandeliers, shimmering candle light–and wasn’t that Jill Scott at the baby grand piano giving that something, something jolt of high-end extravagance.

This club scene wasn’t out of her league, and she wasn’t going to let the sinking ship feeling creeping into her gut rob her of her first night out in months. No damn way. Not even Jake Jacobi could get under her skin, not unless that was exactly what she wanted.