Six Sentence Sunday #8

Welcome to this week’s Six Sentence Sunday post! (Visit the other fab writers here.) I continue to post from Blowing Embers, the second chapter in The Embers Series, a paranormal romance/epic fantasy, set to be released this summer. In fact, as of today, the cover is finished, and now it's time to start soliciting blurbs. (If you're an author and are willing to write one [I'll do the same for you in exchange!], let me know! My email is lauri AT lauriowen DOT com.)

        And now for the setup to this week's snip:

Earlier, Kiera, now governor of Fairbanks, was en route to her apartments with two precious bottles of her favorite wine when she stumbled into the middle of a fight between a shapeshifter and a mid-level mage. A blow she didn't see coming knocked her down. After a tussle with a shifter, she’s righted the wrongs and made her way to the manse, where she’d hoped to sneak back to her apartments and change before a grand dinner. Unfortunately for our heroine, however, Chanda, a naughty ex-beau, found her as she walked in the door, and asked to speak to her about something important. She is about to defer, but now she’s become aware that others have noted her disheveled appearance. Marco is her dear friend, but the others are decidedly not people she would term allies.

Marco’s face held suppressed mirth, true amusement most likely at her disheveled appearance, and she wanted to slap him. Both Allie and Leith avoided her eyes, but Naga openly gaped, and she found herself wanting to slap them all as well. This night was not going well, and it wasn’t going to get any better. Laszlo was going to be really mad when he found Chanda here. And, yeah, he wouldn’t be terribly pleased that she’d fought, either. Kiera heaved a sigh.