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Wordy Wednesday

July 12, 2017

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 An Informal Date. (Click here to find on Amazon.)

 

Kimi pretended to organize her muffin assortment as Dr. No-Name approached. She could set her clock by him. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 7:05 in the morning, he came for his large half-caff triple nonfat medium whip white mocha. Even though she knew what he would order, she waited for him to arrive. One day not too long ago, she’d started his drink as soon as he’d stepped into view. She’d had the steaming beverage ready and waiting for him. The poor guy had been so flustered he’d knocked over the fruit basket and taken out half the cookie display in the process.

She’d learned an important lesson that day. Two, really. Patience paid off. And some people don’t handle change well.

Dr. No-Name glanced to the side and tripped over a covered cable that ran along the floor. He kicked the toe of his loafer into the top of the cable’s molded rubber protector, lost his balance, hopped a couple of times on his left foot, swung his arms like a grade-schooler doing the windmill in PE, and finally got his right shoe back down on the ground. Despite the theatrical gymnastics, nobody but her appeared to be watching the show. She had to give him points for the landing. Not a brown hair on his head was out of place, and his lab coat hung from his shoulders with straight lines in complete denial of its recent whirlwind of activity.

The same cable had been positioned across that floor for as long as Kimi could remember. The doctor had to know it, too, but unless his eyes were trained directly on it, he seemed to forget. She’d witnessed his footwork often enough to realize that much, at least.

Kimi turned her back on him lest he catch her spying. Despite his oddities, she enjoyed Dr. No-Name’s visits to her kiosk and didn’t want to scare him off by staring or — heaven forbid — laughing.

“Um, excuse me.”

She turned around, her smile in place and hopefully no pity in her eyes. “Good morning! The usual?”

Dr. No-Name nodded. Most doctors wore their name embroidered on their official white lab coats, but not this one. Plain white, no fancy frills, and no embroidery. Either he wasn’t important enough for a name on his coat or he was humble enough not to care. She secretly hoped it was the latter.

Kimi set to work on his drink and tried to make conversation. “You always order a triple shot, but you want half-caff. Most people who want to go easy on the caffeine avoid the triple.”

She caught his shrug out of the corner of her eye. Getting this guy to talk was harder than pulling a barking dog’s molars with a pair of tweezers.


 

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Excerpt from ROYALLY ENTITLED by Melody Delgado

Waiting until the prince’s horse galloped off towards the palace, Anika climbed down to the lower branches of the tree. When she jumped from the bottom branch to the ground she landed in a large pile of sticky, wet, mulberries. She slipped, tried to keep her footing, but fell face forward right into another huge mound of moist purple fruit.
“Botheration,” she muttered, leaning up on her elbows. Her hands were stained with purple juice, so was her dress. She raked a hand across her face and ripped a gooey purple mulberry from her cheek as a pair of gleaming black leather boots strode towards her, and a horse whinnied from a few feet away.
No no no!
She maneuvered herself into a sitting position and dared to look up.
A tall, young man with long, straight, copper-colored hair stood over her. Prince Valdemar, trying to stifle a laugh, extended a hand to help her up. “I’ve always found it difficult to climb trees while wearing a gown and silk slippers,” he said with a smirk. “Why don’t you try to stand? Then we can determine whether or not to fetch a doctor.”
Anika remained where she was, sitting in the sludge, staring up at him, unable to speak. Good thing she hadn’t fallen far enough to be badly hurt. It was her pride that was wounded, that was all.
She pushed off the ground while he took hold of her hand and pulled her to a standing position. Staggering forward a few steps, she felt a bit off balance at his touch. Maybe she had injured herself somehow.
He furrowed his brows as he watched her stumbling about. “Perhaps we should get help.”
Once she stepped away from the mulberries, and was on firm, un-littered ground, her walking returned to normal. “No need,” she said. “It was just the berries. They’re slippery when squished.”
A small laugh escaped from him. “Ah, that might be a good thing to keep in mind for future endeavors.”

https://www.amazon.com/Royally-Entitled-Brides-Brevalia-Book-ebook/dp/B0725PDJ5C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1499890026&sr=8-1&keywords=royally+entitled

Book 2, Seattle Trilogy - MOONSTONE SECRETS. https://www.amazon.com/Moonstone-Secrets-Christian-Contemporary-Seattle-ebook/dp/B06Y1P9R3Z/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1499923831&sr=8-1&keywords=Dawn+V+Cahill
“It looks deserted, doesn’t it?” A gate with a padlock interrupted the stiff line of fence, but DeeDee couldn’t tell if it was locked. “Let’s go check out the inside.”
“No.”
“No? Why?”
Livy’s eyes grew wide. “This is someone’s home. We’d be breaking and entering.”
“You’re the one who suggested this.”
“I didn’t mean we should break the law. I just wanted to help you figure out where Nick disappeared to.” She hung her head. “I admit, I was dying of curiosity myself.”
DeeDee thrust a hand toward the house. “But I still know nothing. I don’t know who lives here or why he was here.” She clutched the door handle. “I’m going in.”
“No, Deeds.”
“Yes, Livs. You want to stay here, be my guest.”
She slammed the door over Livy’s protests and approached the gate, eyeing the rusty, unfastened padlock. Probably so corroded, it no longer shut. DeeDee removed the lock and stepped inside. Two large dog food bowls, one filled with food, sat next to the fence. A metal chute fed into them from the other side of the chain link. Clever. Obviously designed for someone to pour the dog’s food and water without stepping inside. She glanced around. No dog. Only a faint, yet insistent, barking from inside the house. No other signs of life, no movement, except the sigh of the wind through the tree branches high above.
“It’s so quiet here.” Her whisper seemed to boom through the void, and she glanced again at the front door, half-expecting it to burst open and an angry resident to appear. But the door and the window blinds stayed as tightly closed as a fortress, strengthening her sense that nobody was home.
Unsure what to do next, she picked her way over a carpet of pine needles to the side yard. A line of trees formed a barrier between front yard and back. She continued around the corner, through the trees, until she reached a doghouse and a decrepit shed. Glancing to the right, she froze. A U-Haul van sat beyond the fence in front of a sagging carport. But no yellow Alfa Romeo.
She sniffed. An odor, reminiscent of a dead animal, filled her lungs. She wrinkled her nose, and an odd sight near the shed caught her eye.
Someone sprawled facedown on the other side of the fence, head resting on a tree root, matted black hair hiding the face. A jagged hole marred the back of the person’s leather jacket like an angry scab. Below the jacket, long, black-denim-clad legs in a pair of knee-high Saint Laurent suede boots perched toe-first on the pine-needled dirt as casually as if they’d returned from a stroll at the mall.
Her heart accelerated, but she made herself kneel despite her trepidation. The head was lying with its face toward her, and chiseled features lurked under the wild, shadowing hair.
Pam!
Her wide, lifeless eyes stared back at DeeDee.

She thought she's lost everything ~instead she found what she needed most.

Opening excerpt from my debut novel, Under This Same Sky:

Genre: Inspirational Historical romance

Illinois, 1854

Nothing could have prepared her for this.

Nothing.

Becky Hollister gripped her horse’s mane, pressing her heels into his flanks. Samson raced along the muddy path, the sound of his hooves echoing in the stillness. The vast prairie loomed ahead of her like an endless sea. Miles from the nearest neighbor or town, she had no choice but to go on.

Would she make it in time?

The sun sank lower in the western sky, illuminating the line of thunderheads to the east. Becky shifted her gaze from the remnants of the devastating storm, her attempts at prayer skewed by images of her fallen family and shattered home. Why didn’t You help them, Lord?

Tears stung her eyes. She alone could save Pa now.

Purchase link: https://www.amazon.com/Under-This-Same-Cynthia-Roemer/dp/194509415X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1499960914&sr=8-1&keywords=under+this+same+sky



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