Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Year's Eve And A Selection Of Sentences

Normally we'd be doing a Six Sentence Sunday blog, but since tomorrow is New Year's Day, we'll be off, so we thought we'd do something similar, but with more sentences. The following are sentences from Same Time Tomorrow. From Scarlett and I, we wish you all a Happy New Year, and I can tell you that when midnight strikes, we'll be busy having our way with each other in between the sheets....

“Damn,” she muttered under her breath. “Of all the great places Chloe and Gabriel could have gotten married in New York, they had to come out to Hooterville...”
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The male coyote looked at his mate. “Isn't that the one the owl scared the crap out of last night?”
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Chloe was nervous. "Do you think she'll like me?" she asked as they headed north on I-270 toward Lambert-St. Louis International Airport.
Gabriel gave her a mischievous grin. "If she doesn't, we'll have to call the whole thing off," he said.  
***
Chloe and Bridget were both laughing. Gabriel looked at the both of them, and sighed in mock dismay. “Whatever she told you, I deny everything.”
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“Get going, or I’ll have my way with you right now,” she told him, kissing him on the cheek. 

***
“Sleep well?” Rachel asked.
“Oh, deliriously. You?”
“Very well. No screech owls waking Dana up in the middle of the night either.”
Olivia broke out into laughter. “She’s never going to hear the end of that, is she?”
 ***
That thought made Bridget laugh. Oh, dear God... I’m going to be a great grandmother someday...

8 comments:

  1. I'm wondering how you guys made this post without using any references to a ball dropping...or cork popping.
    Happy New Year!

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  2. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times....I can't wait to read this book!!!

    Happy New Year, Scarlett and James....er...Norma and William!!!!

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  3. Art indeed. *chuckles*
    Happy New Year!

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  4. It would have been far to tempting to use the cork popping line...

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