Thanks for having me here today Rachel, it’s a true pleasure.
Today I thought I might share what it is that has my fingers flying across the keys like a humming bird on crack.
In the land of OZ we are in the midst of the 50K in 30Day Challenge. Many writers from here and across the globe are contributing and letting their creative juices flow in attempt to meet their goal for the end of the month.
Now I’m sharing this because my first novel TAKING BACK HIS WIDOW was written a couple of years ago during this challenge and then my upcoming novel NUDGING CUPID was plotted in the consecutive year also during this challenge.
That being said just goes to show how motivating this challenge truly is.
I described it on my blog as being similar to weight watches because who the heck wants to get up in front of everyone, weigh in and have the proof that you have been a very naughty girl- the challenge is much the same as at the end of the week you submit your numbers and it’s public. If you have been a little naughty or a lot- it will show. But like weight watches there is no judgement because we are all in the same boat and know all the contributions to those naughty moments. How cool is that?
Anyway since this blog entry doesn’t count toward my numbers I thought I might share an excerpt from TAKING BACK HIS WIDOW. I would give you something from the upcoming novel but it’s going through edits- you know what that’s like right.
Happy writing and reading
Taking Back His Widow Excerpt.
She tried to say his name.
The words were there—Dean Stone. Only her throat restricted the
“I knew it was you,” he said.
She wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a hint of triumph or
possibly accusation in his tone.
“It’s been a long time, Livinia.”
“Dean.” It came out in a whisper and more like a question than
a statement. After all this time, why is he here?
There was something tugging at her mind, something important
she knew she should be more worried about than anything
else, but her mind wouldn’t cooperate.
Before she could decipher what was so important, Dean’s voice
invaded the fog.
“Is that all you have to say to me?”
The dark, challenging look in his eyes made the blood simmer
within her veins. Even in the dim light of the station’s security
lights, she found herself glued to his vivid brown eyes.
Once upon a time, she would have bathed in their brilliant
depths with love and passion, lured like a deer to headlights.
Now, sadly and dangerously, was no different
Great excerpt, Kerri and good luck with the writing challenge! As busy as Kerri is, I'm sure she'd love to hear from you, lovely readers!