The Lucky 7 Meme

I’ve honestly NEVER been tagged for a meme before. Does this mean I’m cool now? Oh, say yes. Indulge me.



The fabulous Francesca at Zap’s Lobster Tank (which is the coolest crustacean tank anywheres), tagged me for the Lucky 7 Meme.  Here’s the rules:

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they’re written–no cheating!
4. Tag 7 other writers
5. Let them know


So, here’s 7 lines from THE GIRL WITH THE PORCELAIN WINGS because NewStory only has something like 8 scenes and nowhere near 77 pages.

Rumor blinks. “What? Oh. Um, a pretty deep cut on her calf and another on her neck.”

Bane’s eyes shimmer with plans and preparations. He tugs a hand through his hair, his eyes flickering to the clock. “I know you probably have more questions, Rumor, but they can wait for another time. William, unless you want to sweet-talk Clove into spending the day in her basement, I suggest you return to your own abode.”

Clove’s expression says she can think of many things she would rather do than house a vampire in her basement.

Well, hey, everyone, meet William. *clears throat*


Amber Clites
Bethany Hagen
Cassandra Graham – my fabulous CP who is writing her own badass novel now
Robyn Lucas
Gennifer Albin
Cyndi Tefft
Cindi Madsen – The Adverb Slayer

2 Responses to “The Lucky 7 Meme”

  1. Cyndi Tefft

    Well, I don’t have seven other authors to tag, but here are 7 lines from page 77 of Hell Transporter (coming out this month!):

    He trailed his thumb over my cheekbone to my jaw, then leaned forward to kiss me. I wound my fingers through his hair and the tension released from him like a rope unfurling in my hands. His touch was tender at first, but then his kisses became deeper, stronger. When he ran his tongue across my bottom lip, I made small noise of pleasure against his mouth. The scent of him, the sound of the babbling creek beneath us, all of it combined made me want to freeze that moment in time forever.

    Breathing hard, he leaned his forehead against mine. “Merci, ma chèrie. Je t’aime,” he said.

  2. Cindi Madsen

    Hopefully I can officially do this tomorrow, but I decided to do what Cyndi did. My lines are from ALL THE BROKEN PIECES coming out in Dec.

    Blood. There’s blood everywhere.

    Faint and distant, mixed in with the sound of rain pounding metal, Liv heard a song. A song that she knew by heart. But she had no idea what it was. There were drums. Loud drums. A female voice belted the lyrics out with power and conviction.

    Blood poured down, soaking her shirt, leaving large drops on her jeans. Lifting her head
    was impossible. Everything hurt.
    You’re going to die.


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