Thanks for checking out my selection this week for Six Sentence Sunday.
This is from the first scene of Chapter 2 in A Hunter’s Angel. Coming soon from The Wild Rose Press…
Grace rested her forehead on the windowpane and closed her eyes against the flood wanting to spill. She refused to cry another tear over Ian, but one slipped past her.
How could I be so wrong about you?
He’d taken her heart with his old-fashioned gentleman act the six months they’d worked together and dated, and he ripped it out with one night of incredible passion.
Turning away from the window, she wiped the tear away and opened her eyes.
Of all the agents in the entire freakin’ FBI, why the hell did they have to send him?