Due to the uprising number of cases of COVID appearing in Calhoun County and the Health Department strongly advising against such events, the book signing event has been canceled. We will plan on re-scheduling once we’re in a better place health-wise.
Charlene Walker’s life as a concert pianist is in shambles because of a mugging that left her with a broken arm. Now, she’s learned she’s inherited an apple orchard business she doesn’t want and a partner she doesn’t trust.
The last thing Logan Taylor wants is a new partner, especially a woman. He doesn’t trust easily. He believes, once her arm has healed, she’ll leave him and the business just like his wife did after the birth of their son.
Forced to work together, they come to an understanding, which grows into friendship. And then, the news she never wanted to hear arrives, forces her into a new beginning, making unexpected decisions.
Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warrior blog hop where writers share an 8-10 sentence snippet of their writing, published or unpublished.
My snippet this week comes from the first novella in a series of seven, Shattered Dreams. Drafts for #2 and #3 have been written. The last four plotted out. My plan is to start publishing them by the end of the year. What’s fun is that the characters come in and out of each other’s stories, as they should as one or both of the couples went to school together and all remain in the same community. Oh, and there is a 1969 Volkswagen Beetle that is pulled out of the lake in #1 with a mystery surrounding it.
As a waitress, Shelley is in the diner’s freezer, having propped the door open with a brick. She stumbles, exclaiming out loud, and in the next instant, Mason is there beside her asking if she’s alright. She’s startled, bumping into him, which tips over a bucket of pickles that moves the brick, which seals them in darkness.
Shelley heard him moving around. “Where are you?”
“Smile so I can see you.”
Shelley chuckled, unable to help herself. So like Mason to joke when there was a problem.
She heard him moving. “What are you doing?”
“Let’s pretend we’re blind, and we’ll talk with our hands.”
“We are blind. It’s dark, remember? Besides, I can’t see your hands.”
“That’s the point. We can use the braille method.”
Because I’m repeatedly asked to recommend books for writers, here is the start of my list. Some of these are older books, but they stand the test of time. I can’t get rid of them because I refer back to them from time-to-time. I use them to teach from. Plus, it would take forever to remove all the Post-Its that mark important pages!