It may be a little early, but since I’ve shared all I am willing to part with on She Belongs to Me and Land of the Noonday Sun, I figured I’d start introducing you to, Difficult Decisions, my third novel releasing this summer.
So each Sunday, please join me for a six-sentence passage from the prologue, and then I’ll share a few excerpts until it publishes.
As a child, Alexandra Nicole was a princess in a fairytale.
Her royal family would spend every Sunday on the pristine beaches of Destin together. Her father, the king, would carry her on his shoulders, pretending to be her noble steed as he pranced around at her behest. He would battle dragons, the vicious Chihuahua that chased them; conquer new worlds, also known as a sand dune further down the beach; and build elaborate castles, well actually, sandcastles.
If her father was the king, then her mother was most definitely the queen. She would laugh softly under her umbrella, as she watched Alexandra and her father roll in the gentle surf.
Now, if you’ve read any of my novels or read my excerpts, you know I don’t do happy-go-lucky beginnings, and as in any fairytale, a little rain must fall, or in the case of my stories, I prefer a monsoon. So please come back and see what I have in store for this perfect family.
If you’d like to sample the first chapters and excerpts of both my romantic-suspense novels, without downloading anything, follow these links: She Belongs to Me and Land of the Noonday Sun
For more samples from participating Six Sentence Sunday authors, visit SixSunday's Website.
I like them. Does it have to be a monsoon? Well what must be, must be, and I trust you to know what to do.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kate. And yes, because people can not impede themselves from looking at a train wreck. I've learned through trial and error no one wants to read about a perfect life or existence; deep down we crave the tragedy, so we can appreciate the happily ever after. Of course, with me, even the ending doesn't always work out perfectly for all involved. ;)Delete
I'm just waiting for the shoe to drop. Great writing,as always.ReplyDelete
Yes, and sometimes, both shoes must drop. I prefer them to be shoeless. LOL! Thank you for visiting! I'm making my way around, but Internet is responding very slow. Must be all this peeps checking out SSS posts. ;)Delete
Soon, my beta reading friend, soon! But first a little teasing is a must. Gotta make you want it. LOL!ReplyDelete
Very nice, I love it when things appear to be perfect, and then all you-know-what breaks loose!ReplyDelete
Me too, Ann! It keeps me turning the pages, so I hope to do the same for my readers, and according to my Beta readers, this novel did just that. I hope you'll agree. ;)Delete
Yes, I DO know you bring rain into your characters' lives, not that they aren't strong enough to handle it and triumph! Will enjoy reading more of this story, lovely beginning...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Veronica. This one is a little different than the other two, but yes, I try to give my characters the strength to carry on and find hope.Delete
Beautiful imagery in this six! Like the others, I suspect things are going to take a turn here :)ReplyDelete
They simply must, Melynda. LOL! No one is looking for the perfect family, the faultless relationship. We crave adventure and seek those willing to stand up, brush off their backside, and overcome. At least I do. ;)Delete
Love your six! We have a wonderful sense of their lives and care about them before the monsoon hits. :)ReplyDelete
Ah, so true. You cannot feel pain if you don't feel love and vice versa, I believe. You must identify and feel some kind of attachment to understand a person's pain. And if you've never experienced pain, how will you know what true joy is.Delete
I like the fact that you've given her some happy memories to hold onto when things get ... wet. Nice six.ReplyDelete
Oh no, this sounds so ominous... The poor girlDelete
Jess, I like that... "when things get...wet".Delete
Zee, I wonder...would you have known from those six little lines that a monsoon would soon hit, or because I told you. I think we would. I think we know there is no such thing as a perfect fairytale. In to every life a little rain must fall or we wouldn't appreciate the sunshine.