Yay, it's Six Sentence Sunday again. Welcome back for another round of fun. Thanks to all who stop by, and especially for your comments!
Here's another peek at Dead to Rights, my dark paranormal. Creepy bodyguards scan the crowd during a gathering of the New Day Order, the cult our heroine must join in order to learn her identity:
When one caught my gaze, it seared through me like a laser, its heat searching. Asking silent questions, ones to which I had no answer. Or answers he wouldn’t like.
The shock of his inescapable probe held me captive for unbearable moments as Cunningham droned on about weeding out the chaff from the wheat.
And I suspected they’d just labeled me as chaff. I had a funny feeling they burned it.
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