Heather Gray

Flawed...but loved anyway.

header photo

Wordy Wednesday

Welcome to Wordy Wednesday!  Share an excerpt fewer than 500 words from your family friendly book in the comments below.  Be sure to include the title and one buy link.  Then go spread the word about this post so even more people will find it.

Happy reading (and writing)!!

Here's an excerpt from Ten Million Reasons

“So, Aunt Gen, you honestly didn’t know who he was?” When Genevieve shook her head, he said, “You’ve got to look him up online. His family grew up around here. Old money. Maybe back to Jamestown. Lots and lots of old money.” She raised her left eyebrow, and Max shook his head and laughed at her. “I know. Money doesn’t make the man. Blah, blah, blah.” After a second he asked, “So, was this supposed to be a date or a business meeting today? You never said.”

Right as Genevieve opened her mouth to tell her nephew it most decidedly was not a date, Richard’s voice came from behind her, “A date, of course. How many business meetings have you been to that include pizza and ice cream? Business meetings have boring foods like salad and steak and desserts you can set on fire because people are busy trying to impress each other.”

Is he out of his mind? Of course he is. Genevieve watched Max and said, “Not a word, you hear me?”

“Not a word about what?” Richard asked.

“Oh, come on, Aunt Gen. If I go to school tomorrow and tell people my aunt is dating the Richard Blakely, do you know how much my stock will go up?”

“Not a word. I mean it.” Max rolled his eyes, let out a loud, over-exaggerated sigh, and threw himself into the kind of relaxed slump that no one but a teenager could master. “Max…”

“Alright, alright, but if you make it to a third date, all bets are off.”

Genevieve shook her head in mock despair, her red curls gamboling with the movement. Then she looked over at Richard and did a double-take, “Since when do men eat girlie ice cream?”

Richard spied his colorful cone and asked, “Girlie ice cream?”

Max tried to warn him, “Don’t argue with her. Trust me. Let her lecture you and get it out of her system. Eat the ice cream as fast as you can. If she can’t see it anymore, she’ll get over it quicker.”

Richard inspected her, slowly took a bite of his cone, and said, “Did you just insult my ice cream?” Then, putting on a hideous fake western accent, he added, “Them’s fightin’ words, don’cha know?”

Max tried to hide his laughter as Genevieve, face dead-pan and voice matter-of-fact, said, “Only girls eat fruity ice cream.”

Richard eyed her ice cream cone and said, “You’re a girl, and I don’t see any fruit in your cone.”

“No man! You never say that,” Max said in sympathy.

“I, Mr. Blakely, Esquire,” Genevieve wound up, “am not a girl. I, Mr. Blakely,” she said his name with added emphasis, “am a woman of sophisticated tastes. You, on the other hand,” she waved her hand dismissively, “are eating girlie ice cream.”

Go Back

Rose Ring definitely sounds like my kinda book!

All of these sound great. I've read a few of them and they are great books. I now have some more to check out.

Lucie and Heather, your books sound very interesting

I love ❤️ what Lucie Ulrich wrote. It is interesting reading and she brings humor into it.

I really enjoyed The Rose Ring, and am ready to read the next one in the series!!!

The Rose Ring sounds like an interesting story. I am looking forward to seeing what happens next!

Sweet Surrender - a sweet, regency romance
~ Can a lost love be rekindled? ~

Julianna made a graceful curtsy and finally managed to raise her eyelashes and survey the room. It was not playacting that caused her sudden intake of breath as she saw her old beau again. In fact, it took all the force of will she possessed to keep her reaction within bounds. At that first brief encounter, she had been too surprised to take in his splendour. No one had told her the viscount had grown even more handsome in the ensuing years, the strength of his jawline more pronounced, and just the very slightest of grey at the temples in his nearly ebony hair. Forcing her jaw not to drop open in shock, Julianna felt her stomach flutter with nerves as she gripped tightly to her friend’s hand and tried not to cause an ill-bred scene in Catherine’s parlor.

Available wherever ebooks are sold, including Amazon:

~ Happy reading ~

Dating the It Guy by Krysten Lindsay Hager
(YA contemporary fiction)

“By the way, did you hear Lauren got into Senator Agretti’s old school?”

“Seriously? I wonder if she applied there because Brendon did,” I said.

Margaux snorted. “Duh, of course. Seriously, she might as well just pee on him to mark her territory.”

“Margaux, shut up,” Kylie said.

“Whatever. Anyway, the important thing is if Brendon knew she was applying there,” Margaux said. “Em, do you think he knew?”

I hoped Lauren was just trying to follow Brendon, but what if they had planned this whole thing while they were dating? What if he convinced her to apply there so they could go to college together, wear matching American flag sweaters with big scarves while drinking hot chocolate, and jump into leaf piles just like a preppy clothing catalog. At least now I didn’t have to worry about them reciting poetry to one another in South Bend, but still, what if they had made plans to go to school together?

“Don’t worry about it,” Kylie said. “She was probably trying to follow him—like she always does. She’s so pathetic.”

Kylie was trying to make me feel better, but Lauren was far from pathetic. After all, she was pretty much the “Most Likely to Succeed” poster girl. While she was out overachieving and saving the world without messing up her perfect, bouncy hair, I was trying to get through each day. I tried to push away the image of Lauren and Brendon holding hands and drinking hot chocolate under a stadium blanket.

Here is an excerpt from Six Pack: Emergence, now available at Amazon:

Brad turned to Jessica. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to show you this.” She held up a clay pot. “I just finished painting it. Tell me what you think.”
He glanced at the object. “You sure you want me handling that?”
“Don’t worry, the paint’s dry. It’s OK to touch it.”
She handed the pot to him. He admired the detail on the flowery markings and her choice of colors. What a great artist she proved to be. Drawing and sketching, he knew how much she loved that, too. He suspected she focused on artwork as a way of dealing with whatever bothered her. No doubt what Tyler told everyone upset her. Everyone seemed to be in disbelief. At breakfast this morning, she told everyone how Tyler told her the night before, and she wasn’t sure what she should do. At lunch, she didn’t say much. He wondered if she had made a decision.
“Nice work. I like the detail in the patterns.”
She nodded and blushed. “Thanks.”
Brad handed the pot back to her. Now was as good a time as any to ask her.
“So, what were you going to do?”
“About what?”
“About what Tyler told us. What are you going to do?”
She sighed and bowed her head. “I’m not sure. I mean, I respect Tyler, I trust him, but…” She fidgeted with the pot, as if she didn’t know what to say next.
“But you don’t trust the professor?” he asked.
She bit her lip. “It’s not just that. It’s that I’m not sure if Tyler is making the right decision.”
“What would you do, then?”
She fidgeted with the pot again. “I think I would have pressed the issue. Not just let the professor shove me out the door.”
He folded his arms and leaned against the doorway. “That’s what you would have done last night. I mean, what would you do now, knowing what Tyler told you?”
She pulled her head up. “I guess… I’d want to know what everyone else thinks.”
“Well, you know Linda is already on board, although that’s maybe not surprising. She seems to be eager for any adventure. And it seems like Stacy will back Tyler.”
Jessica nodded. “So what do you think?”
Brad sighed. “I told him I’d go, but only because I trust him.”

"Incomplete" available from iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble:

Sidewalks hold their certain amount of assurance — providing a path that is predetermined, safe, and strategic. But on those wild meadows, I studied the furtive murmurs of field mice, disheveled habits of shrubbery, and eager leaves flitting about the territory of wooden pyramids. Eyes wide open, night’s silence fluttered about, its cool panting a fresh relief to the ache that had so relentlessly pursued my ears.

Over, under, upon, and beyond, I pursued the Falls, coming to a steep slope down toward what sounded like a lapping lakeshore upon sandy shallows. Drawing up to an outcropping of trees, I studied the open air, overlooking the scene.

There it was. Digging through the pile of vague memories, I recalled the familiar scene before me. The deer had long since disappeared, and no audible clicking tapped upon my skull.

Somewhat slipping down the hill, I trotted to the place where the night vision had filled my sight, and found the spot beyond which I watched the creature extinguish an innocent life form. The Falls dithered along the bank, out of sight in the obscure dusk, but their brash pounding upon rocks couldn’t be suspended or ignored.

However, as I stood there, the breeze stroking my fingertips, the noise halted. A grinding filled its place for three — I counted to three — seconds, until the water began running once more, thrashing down upon rocks and a great pool of water below. Before I could adjust my focus, the clicking started, rap tapping away, and the squeal swung through my eyelids.

Ten of them.

Target acquired.

Read more of Saylor's fascinating adventure at
(Incomplete is Book 2 of the Insurrection series)