SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY~8

HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY to Six Sentence Sunday!  This week's participating authors have donated different prizes to commemorate this wonderful milestone.  To enter the drawings, all you have to do is leave a comment at the end of an author's Six.  Winners will be chosen at random by Sara Brookes, creator of Six Sentence Sunday.  My donation is a print copy of my book, The Doctor's Deception, which is where I took this week's Six from.  Have a great time reading everyone's sentences!
Enjoy the rest of your day!
Kathleen

Rummaging through all the books and reference material, he picked several up and read the covers.

"Merck's Medical Dictionary".  "MCAT Studying Made Easy".

God, the woman was obsessed.  By the looks of things, this test was extremely important to her--more than he'd realized. Guilt over his deception made the acid churn in his stomach.

THURSDAY FUNNY~ GERMAN CPR CLASS!!!

A while back, a friend of mine sent this to me.  It is quite funny! Enjoy your Thursday laugh!
Kathleen

LIFE HAPPENS TO YOU...THEN WHAT?

So, what happens when a series of unfortunate events assault you all at once?  It is like you are trapped in a giant snow globe,  its clear, glass walls surround you.  The solid footing you had in your life slips a bit as someone starts to shake the globe.  The first assault is small, barely perseptible.  Then as the globe is shaken harder and faster, the haze you find yourself in as you try to dig in your heels into the ground to keep from falling makes it nearly impossible to keep from toppling over.

How do you cope?  How do you shake a shroud of depression that can be almost overwhelming?  This is something that my character, Jett Avery struggles with.  Here's a small excerpt:

Jett slammed his fist into his pillow and turned on his side. Hell! He’d been over that night a million times. What was the point? A depressive fog threatened to descend, thick and heavy. An urge to burrow deep under the covers inundated him. The multitude of boxes from his recent move could wait.

Everything could wait.


The profound veil he’d staved off all week with his forced cheerfulness, pushed harder against his consciousness. He was tired. Tired of the front he portrayed, pretending he could still function normally. Maybe he should quit his job. That one night had changed his life forever. The dangers faced on a daily basis made each passing day more unbearable. It would be so easy to let go. Just let go and submerge himself in his own grief and loss.

So....what will happen to Jett?  Will he give up against the assault of shaking snow globe on his life? Or, will he find a way to stabilize the glass walls once more?

Happy Tuesday!!
Kathleen

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY 7

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six!  I will definitely get to yours after I get up later.  My comments always get delayed because of my work schedule.  Sorry!  Seems I'm always working... Now this week's post has nothing to do with the picture...I just thought it was Super Hot! I'm sure my fireman badboy Jett Avery won't mind it!  Thought I'd follow up from last week's post.  Sorry about the length, but I couldn't figure out where to cut!  The hanky panky going on between Roxanne and Jett made them late to a BBQ...and Jett's Mom, (she is a little unconventional) Daisy--who like's her boys to call her by her first name, is not happy about the delay in his arrival...

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 “How’s the most beautiful woman in the world tonight?”


“She’s very unhappy that you’re late,” she said as he set her down on her feet. “You were supposed to be here early to help your dad and brother set up the tables and chairs,” she admonished. “And why do you smell like lilacs?”


“Lilacs?” He sniffed his shirt. “I don’t smell like lilacs.”


His mother stood on her tiptoes, grabbed his shoulders forcing him in a stooped position, and inhaled deeply. “Yes. You do. I know my flowers, Jett. So don’t try to BS me. The smell is so strong it’s like you’ve been bathing in the stuff.”


Daisy’s intense glare went from Roxanne to Jett, then back again. “Why, exactly, are you late?”


“Well…” he swallowed.


“It’s my fault, Mrs. Avery.” Roxanne’s lips tilted into a tentative smile, although the expression aimed at Jett clearly screamed I’m not getting involved with this cooky family.


“I know dear.” She gave Roxanne a wink. “But I want to hear from Jett that sex with you is more important than being at the dinner party in honor of him moving back to town.”

YUMMY FRIDAY!!

Ummmm....I'm at a loss for words!  LOL


TGIF!
Kathleen