Thank you for stopping by for Six Sentence Sunday. I’m sharing a snippet from my erotic horror short story. By the way, I changed the name from Siren’s Sonata to Siren’s Opus to give it a bit of a darker feel. Any thoughts on the change?
Make sure to stop by next week to find out how you can get your hands on the whole story (all 5,400 words of it)!
This picks up close from where we were last week. . . A famous rock star has come to the rescue of a woman whose old, junky car has broken down. He’s driving the sexiest red convertible you’ve ever seen, a car that plays an important role in this erotic horror short story. Ben (the rock star) is speaking. . .
“I’ll let you drive.” He held up a key, tantalizingly simple; just one key. She looked over at his car, the black leather seats an accent to the hot red. It was low to the ground, like other sports cars she’d seen on the road.
“You’d really let me drive?”
“Not only that, if you can handle her, I’ll give her to you.”