Last week’s Fiction Friday was a quiz and a giveaway, and I’m happy to say that within minutes of posting the blog, Kay Myhrman-Toso submitted the correct answer. The books were: A Truth for a Truth from my Ministry is Murder series, Whiskey Island, and Fortunate Harbor from my Happiness Key trio. Congratulations, Kay. And thanks to everyone who took the time to play along.
Each Friday here is a bit different, and today is a first. Since I want to make this fun for myself and you, today I’m giving you a SNEAK PEEK into my work in progress, No River Too Wide, the third book in my Goddesses Anonymous series. In fact you’ll get to see this before my editor even gets the manuscript.
Why a sneak peek at a book that won’t be out until next summer? Because I’m living and breathing this book as I approach my deadline to deliver it. Since I’m living with it, I think you should, too.
Of course since this is still a work in progress, who knows if this excerpt will even make it into the final cut?
One of the characters here will be familiar to you if you’ve read One Mountain Away and/or Somewhere Between Luck and Trust. In fact she’s one of the goddesses. Another won’t be familiar. The “studio” is something new, as well. But I’ll let you find out more about that when the book comes out.
Enjoy this short look at what’s coming in July 2014. Next week, a look at Casey Daniels’ brand new Chili Cook-off series.
Adam arrived just minutes after Taylor called to tell him where to pick up his car. In the interim she had satisfied herself that Maddie was not only fine but basking in the joys of being home alone for a full half hour. She had also combed her hair and shed her clunky sneakers for sandals, telling herself as she did that she would have done both even if Adam Pryor wasn’t on his way.
Sandals, maybe, hair, most likely not. But she could pretend.
When he knocked she called for him to come in. She was putting the finishing touches on iced tea when he opened the door.
He filled the doorway but didn’t enter. “How did you know that was me? For that matter, how do you really know that ‘me’ is a safe person to let inside?”
“I read your resume. Even if I didn’t think you were safe, you could batter down my door in a matter of moments.”
“If that’s true we need to work on your locks.”
“As it turns out, you don’t need to worry. I have a security guy coming in a couple of days to turn my house into a fortress.”
He didn’t even take a breath. “And a resume is just a piece of paper until you’ve checked to be sure it’s legit.”
“Duly noted. A glass of tea is just a waste of ice and tea bags until it’s been drunk. Will you join me?” Taylor held up the two glasses. “A thank you for helping.”
“Sure. I’ll pillage and vandalize later.”
“I like a man with priorities.” Taylor inclined her head toward the sofa and carried the tea in that direction to place it on the coffeetable. “I have cookies, too, or I can rustle up something else if you’re hungry.”
“Thanks. I ate before I came over to the studio.”
Taylor thought a guy Adam’s size probably ate more than three meals a day, but how would she know? She was seriously uneducated about men and their needs.
All their needs, actually.