11/18/2016 18 Comments Fast Fiction FridayWelcome back to Fast Fiction Friday! Share an excerpt of no more than Fifteen sentences from your family friendly book in the comment section below. Make sure to post a buy link—I want others to find your work! And one last thing…Share this post! If you share, I share, we all share, then we all have our samples read. My sample is from One of Forty, book one in the Meaningful Numbers Series. Available for pre-order at Amazon for 99 cents! Afterward the price changes to $2.99. Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01NA6TXKT “How long have you known Joshua?” The man in question wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes. He was kind of cute when he looked embarrassed. To be honest he was just cute. Which was something she should avoid like the plague. Cute always got her in trouble. And sweet, she couldn’t forget sweet. “Chloe, we just met this morning when I-I—” “When he bumped into me while trying to enter the garage elevator. Apparently two people can’t go in at the same time.” They didn’t need to know about their first run in. She’d promised not to hold that one over him, even if her shoulder still pained a little. It was true that they had been jostled and bumped into that elevator. The amount of people had surely exceeded the weight limit. And the smell, if not for Joshua’s body spray she would have been unable to breathe.
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11/11/2016 3 Comments Fast Fiction FridayWelcome back to Fast Fiction Friday! Share an excerpt of no more than Fifteen sentences from your family friendly book in the comment section below. Make sure to post a buy link—I want others to find your work! And one last thing…Share this post! If you share, I share, we all share, then we all have our samples read. Excerpt from The Case of the Hidden Treasure available for pre-order on Amazon. Miss Quinn was warming to him. That was nice. He couldn’t wait to see her in the gown he’d picked out. Maybe she would like to join him for dinner in the afternoon. He could run everyone into the hold and create an atmosphere of romance on the main deck. It would have been easier if he requested his own quarters, but he would keep with her wishes—for now. Soon enough she would be begging for him to come to her room. “Captain Shelby?” He cringed. Would Cunning never leave him be? His companion tensed. Perhaps she wasn’t comfortable being seen in her state. “You hurry along and I’ll have everything prepared for you.” She hesitated. “Go along now. We can have our walk later.” 11/4/2016 5 Comments Fast Fiction FridayWelcome back to Fast Fiction Friday! Share an excerpt of no more than Fifteen sentences from your family friendly book in the comment section below. Make sure to post a buy link—I want others to find your work! And one last thing…Share this post! If you share, I share, we all share, then we all have our samples read. Excerpt from The Case of the Missing Cross available for 99 cents at Amazon and B&N OR in a boxed set with NINE other stories for 99 cents! (Amazon, B&N, Kobobooks, etc.) Baron of Eure, Fortescue Cunning, hosted the most interesting and entertaining soirees. Miss Magnolia Quinn had attended at least three during the current season. She paused near the dais and scanned the room, looking for — well, she knew not what. Beside her, the musicians tuned their instruments, filling the air with discordant sound. Magnolia caressed her ear sockets as she considered the attendees. Officers just returned from the war filled the hall with their red coats. Young ladies twittered whalebone fans over their exposed décolletage and batted their lashes, winking invitations. Across the room, well out of earshot, Father huddled with his business partners amongst green, waxy-leaved plants. Other guests chatted amicably while lounging on plush velvet settees arranged squarely in the middle of the room. So much for the interesting soiree she’d hoped for. Bored already, Magnolia rolled her eyes and searched for a fern to hide behind. There was little reason to cavort with those in attendance, because she had no intentions of marrying. At nineteen her life spread before her like a blank canvas. The colors waited on a palate to be mixed. The brush– “What a scowl you wear. Thinking of your next world to conquer?” |
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