Weekend Writing Warriors Post 6/25/16 #WeWriWa

Welcome to another WeWriWa Sunday! I hope everyone is enjoying this summertime weather, I sure am!

This week I'm waiting for the Sweetie mare at the stable where I'm an intern to have the last foal for the 2016 foaling season. I love the babies, but I'm ready to be done with aspect of life and move onto other things. Mares have to be checked every single hour which gets old fast.

I'm still posting from my short story, Pig in a Poke, which was published just one year ago in the The

Chocolate House-All for One-Anthology. The story is set in Bath, England towards the end of the Georgian period. This particular snippet is the first time the 2 MC's interact. It picks up where the last snippet I posted ends.


       Letty crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. 

“You’re perfectly correct to draw attention to my ill manners. Please accept my heartfelt apology,” Simon continued, humor thickening his voice. “The next time I happen upon a young woman yelling in the street, I shall endeavor to cover my ears and walk on past. My only excuse is that I'm a business man.”

Letty firmly reminded herself she was a lady and that ladies did not kick gentleman in the shins, no matter how tempting the action might be. “I fail to see how that’s any concern of mine.”

“I am the owner of the shop just across the street.” Simon gestured towards a building on the opposite side of the street. Several elegant hats were displayed in the window.

#WeWriWa Snippet for August 9 2015

Holy Cow! It's been a long time since I participated in the WeWriWa. This summer has been so busy I wasn't confident I would have enough time to jump to other participant's blogs and read their snippets.

For anyone who might not be familiar with the WeWriWa blog hop, it's pretty simple. There's just WeWriWa list, and they have to post a limited amount of sentences, no more than 10, on thier blog. See what I mean! All things should be so easy!

two rules: participants have to post a backlink to the

I'm jumping back in with Pig-in-a-Poke, a short story I wrote for The Chocolate House-All for Love-Anthology. This snippet is the first scene told from heroine, Letty's, point of view.

“You've made a mistake.” Letty Malleson tugged at the edges of her damp cloak, over lapping one over the other in an attempt to shield herself from the brisk wind and frosty air. She narrowed her eyes at the numbskull livestock broker standing before her and resisted the urge to stomp on his foot. “How do you plan to correct the error?”

Nathaniel Brice crossed his arms over his barrel chest and blew out an impatient breath. “All the information is in place and I assure you, it’s accurate.”

     “No. Impossible.”

The Chocolate House-All for Love-Anthology is a collection of 6 different historical short stories that were written by 6 different authors. The stories are connected by The Masqueraders Chocolate House which is located in Bath. The book is currently available via Amazon. All proceeds go to charity. Feel free to download your copy today!

Rendezvous with Destiny #WeWriWa Snippet 2/22/15

Oh boy, was I a bad blog hopper last week. My internet was having fits. I had every intention of catching up during the week, but the deep freeze meant I spent a great spent most of my time in the barn or curled up in front of the furnace. Hopefully this week everything will according to plan and everything will be smooth sailing.

This week I'm posting from my newly published novella, Rendezvous with Destiny. It just so happens that I'm running a FREE PROMOTION today and tomorrow, so if you like the snippet, feel free to download Rendezvous to your Kindle after you've spent a little time checking out the talented group of authors taking part in this week's WeWriWa blog hop.

Now, without further ado ...

Waves of ice cold shock swept over Theo.

Mrs. Dietrich, the woman who fed him chocolate cookies every time she pulled a sliver from his finger, the woman who’d tended him through every sickness and illness he’d had, the woman he loved as much as his own mother: a war spy and traitor.

Impossible!

“You think your mom is a spy?” He said the words slowly, not quite believing they came from his mouth. “For Germany? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

            “Is it?"