January 24 WeWriWa Post-Rendezvous with Destiny

Hi all!

This week I'm using the throw a dart method of choosing a snippet from my upcoming release, Rendezvous with Destiny. This is a WWII, friends to lovers, rural romance novella that will be released in just a few weeks.

Don't forget to check out the authors who are participating in this week's WeWriWa blog hop! You'll be glad you did. It's a talented and diverse bunch!

Rosika couldn’t explain the sense of foreboding she felt wrap around her throat when she watched Felicia climbed onto the makeshift table and launched into ringmaster mode.

She never should have agreed to come to this stupid party. She wished she’d talked Theo into doing something, anything else.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Her mother’s no nonsense voice echoed in her mind. She was here now, there wasn’t any point in thinking about what might have been.

           Felicia paced the length of the plank table, weaving around the flotsam of dishes. Her heel banged against a large wooden spoon, sending it and the bowl of mashed potatoes it had been in  flying towards a small cluster of people who scattered before it struck them.

I'm currently giving away three paperback copies of Rendezvous with Destiny via GoodReads. Feel free to sign up!

#WeWriWa Post Sunday May 18 2014-Rendezvous with Destiny Part 1

Wow, has it ever been a crazy spring! I don’t know about you, but I could really use about 6 more hours in each day … or maybe just some better time management methods. Anyway, after several weeks away, I’m finally back in the WeWriWa loop, this time with a brand new YA novella, Rendezvous with Destiny. For a few months now, I’ve had an idea for a pre-WWII story. I’ve had a couple of false starts, but hadn’t had much luck getting it down on paper. Finally, on Tuesday, I decided it was time to sit down and get serious about stringing words together, even though I only have the vaguest idea where it’s going.

So, without further ado, here are the first 8 sentences. I will warn you, this is a very rough first draft so please forgive any mistakes and feel free to make suggestions.

October 18, 1941

The sight of the pretty blonde girl sitting cross-legged on the hood of his battered Ford truck, a novel balanced on her ankles made David grin and jump off the porch, landing on a small pile of fallen leaves which crunched and turned to dust beneath his weight. He felt his mom’s eyes burning a metaphorical hole in the back of his neck while she watched him lope across the yard, but he didn’t care.

“Hey, Rosika,” he yelled. He lifted his arm and drew back his arm, taking just a moment to pick a target point before releasing the football he held. It arced in a perfect spiral, closing the distance between him and Rosika, missing her nose by mere inches before dropping out of sight on the far side of his truck.

David sensed, more than heard, Rosika’s irritated sigh.

“Are you ready to go?”

“I was ready to go ten minutes ago,” Rosika said, “which is the time we agreed to meet.”

Don’t forget to check out the great writers who have also decided to participate in this week’s WeWriWa and Snippet Sunday blog hop. There’s something for everyone.