Hey y’all, sixers! Thanks to everyone who comments here from week to week, and special thanks to everyone who chimed in with ms title opinions. No decisions made yet, but I love having options! Today, we’re picking up where we left off last week. Poor Lili is feeling understandably hesitant about dating a famous guy, especially given the online hate she’s already encountered over their kiss that went video viral. The first line is hers.

“Can we take it slow?”

“So just a half page ad in the Chicago Tribune instead of a full one?”

“I’m serious, we need to keep this on the down low.” If his fans were already wielding the bitch forks after one kiss, she needed to be sure this thing with Jack was real before they went public—or more public.

“Sweetheart, let’s be realistic here. I’m sore enough from all your sexual demands without worrying about sneaking up fire escapes and down drain pipes.”

He ain’t hidin’ his woman away! Thanks for reading. Now visit the rest of the lovely sixers at the Six Sentence Sunday site. I’m out of town today for work and play, so I may be late checking in with everyone’s excerpts, but I’ll get there eventually

Guten tag, sixers! More from my ms, Better than Pasta, which I’m thinking of renaming to Sexy as Pasta (Sexier than Pasta? Pasta Passions? Darn, this is hard). Book Two in the series is tentatively titled Sweet as Cannoli, so that’s where I’m coming from. Yea or nay? Reader opinions and other Italian-themed ideas will be entertained! Also, I’m a couple of weeks out from needing beta readers for this. If you’re interested, let me know.

Last week, famous celebrity chef, Jack said ‘Let’s do this’ about their future and now not-so-famous Lili is freaking out quietly.

Mute with emotions she couldn’t name, she took the easy way out and sank into the warmth of his broad shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I don’t like when you go all quiet. I prefer it when you’re shouting at me and telling me what a dick I am—at least then, I feel like we’re communicating. You spend far too much time inside your head.”

“No, I don’t,” she protested feebly.

“Yes, you do, and you’re not one for visitors.”

Maybe she should shout at him to stop psychoanalyzing her! Thanks for reading. Now visit the rest of the lovely sixers at the Six Sentence Sunday site.

What ho, sixers! The afterglow in Better than Pasta is a tad less glowing now that Jack and Lili are having THE CONVERSATION about where this thing is going. Jack’s making his intentions clear.

“Lili, you should know upfront I don’t want casual. Does that scare you?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely registering in the cavernous suite.

“Good, scared is good.” He nodded a few times, and then a few times more. She’d never have thought it possible for him to be more attractive, but here he was, vulnerability laid bare. It toppled her.

Yep, she’s toast! Thanks for reading. Now visit the rest of the lovely sixers at the Six Sentence Sunday site.

Morning, sixers! It’s the morning after the night before for my hero and heroine in Better than Pasta, and Lili’s just woken up.

Wow, oh, wow. What she suspected was an extremely fatuous smile broke out on her face and she shot up then lay down again when her muscles protested her haste. Quick movements were inadvisable. She tried once more, slower this time, and twisted the sheet around her. As her body acclimated to the new world order, it purred and tingled. Soreness had never felt so sensuous.

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Hola, sixers! Jack, the hot-as-a-griddle chef from my ms, Better than Pasta, is bringing out the big guns as he gets Lili all hot and bothered.

“I want to figure out everything that turns you on. I’ll get us started.” He whispered something that made her whole body blush then continued heating her up with his devil talk, clearly enjoying her embarrassment as he listed acrobatic positions, half of which she’d never heard and most of which were probably illegal below the Mason-Dixon line. She was sure he threw in a triple axel toe loop.

And then they made out some more. It was too gorgeous for words.

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Happy Sunday, sixers! We’re moving into Lili’s POV now in my ms, Better than Pasta. The Vespa ride of reconciliation has ended on a positive note and these kids are finally getting to the, ahem, point.

Her planned outrage had fizzled the moment she stepped off her scooter and saw a forlorn and clearly sleep-deprived Jack on the sidewalk. Hurt made people act ten kinds of crazy. Something about his balls-out honesty crashed through her barriers and got her thinking about the possibilities. Perilous possibilities. Jack Kilroy was big, bad and dangerous for her mental state.

However, right now, he was doing wonders for her physical well-being.

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Happy Easter and Passover, Sixers! Let’s do one more snippet from Jack’s POV in Better than Pasta. The poor lummox originally thought Lili might still harbor feelings for her ex. Here they are on a busy Michigan Ave in Chicago and he’s just figured out that she isn’t a back-stabbing, two-timing ho after all. Lili calls him out, saying she can’t believe he was jealous. The first line is Jack’s.

“I can’t believe it either, I really should be more evolved than this.”
“The Neanderthal thing works – you’re pretty hot when you get all shouty.”
She edged closer and incrementally, he matched her moves. At this rate, they might be within touching distance by Christmas.
“Jack,” she said, stretching out her hand.

Christmas had come early.

Next week, we’ll see these folks finally getting busy! Thanks for reading. Now visit the rest of the lovely Sixers at the Six Sentence Sunday site.

Buon giorno, sixers! We’re picking up right after last week’s Vespa ride of reconciliation from my manuscript, Better than Pasta. Poor Jack thinks Lili conspired with her ex, Marco, to sabotage his cooking show.

His Swiss cheese brain urged him to apologize. Beg her forgiveness. Warble his tuneless way back into her affections. He yearned to hold her and smell her hair and make her crave him so much she’d step over her nonna to please him. He wanted to be the guy she’d cheat and lie for. He wanted to be Marco.

That’s a lot of wanting! Thanks for reading. Now visit the rest of the lovely Sixers at the Six Sentence Sunday site.

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday, oh glorious sixers! We’re still with my doing-the-query-rounds ms, Better than Pasta. My peeps aren’t speaking and it’s largely my sexy chef’s fault, what with his jumping to the (wrong) conclusions and his general asshattery. Jack’s about to skip the country on business when a Vespa-riding Lili motors up outside his hotel to give him a send off he’s not likely to forget.

As she pulled up to the curb, he drank in her breezy appearance—a turquoise bra strap drooped off her shoulder, a clashing contrast to the yellow sundress that hugged her breasts and revealed about ten inches of glistening, gorgeous thigh. Gazing on her legs led inevitably to thoughts on how they were attached to her other luscious parts, firing his body like a kiln from the inside out. Still, he couldn’t help thinking that those orange flip-flops seemed like the least appropriate footwear for riding a scooter. And maybe she should wear a sweater in case she caught a cold.

Stop worrying about her, you moron. Focus on the legs and the bra strap.

Will Jack get his focus back? Thanks for reading! Now visit the rest of the lovely Sixers at the Six Sentence Sunday site.