WINTER'S CAPTIVE EXCERPT

Happy Friday, everyone.

Here we are on the eve of our Canadian Thanksgiving weekend and I believe it's a holiday weekend in the States as well. I thought I would leave you with an excerpt of Winter's Captive to introduce the story to you, just in case anyone is looking for a good read over the holiday.

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     Bobby and Gary were yelling at each other, probably about me. I knew it would be Gary who would come. And if he caught me, I wouldn’t make it back with him.

     Pounding feet sounded behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, almost tripping, but saw no one. My lungs gasped for air. Gary gained ground, the sounds of his obscenities getting closer. Get off the trail, now. My eyes searched for a place to hide. The pathway rose up a small incline. I flew over the top and down the other side, where the path veered off to the right. To the left, an old game trail barely visible meandered through the trees.

     I slowed and glanced around me. The near darkness provided deep shadows in the trees. A tangle of fallen trees and branches on my left looked like a good spot to hide in. Branches scratched my face and caught in my hair as I pulled myself over the decaying trunks. I tumbled face first into a hollow under a log, filling my mouth with dirt and leaves. The smell of musty, rotting debris turned my stomach.

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Winter's Captive is available in paperback and e-book format. Here the links:

Amazon

Smashwords

Fountain Blue Publishing

Wishing everyone a great holiday weekend!

EXCITED! WINTER'S CAPTIVE IS AVAILABLE FOR PRESALE

Hi everyone!  Winter's Captive, Book 1 of the Georgia Series is now available for a limited time only at a reduced presale price on my publisher's web site. 

Release date is soon. I will repost when I have the exact date. 

If you enjoy suspense, adventure, and women's empowerment stories, this one is for you. Georgia Charles is a survivor and a heroine. And the world needs heroes. 

Here's a sample preview:

     I slowed and glanced around me.  The near darkness provided deep shadows in the trees.  A tangle of fallen trees and branches on my left looked like a good spot to hide in.   Branches scratched my face and caught in my hair as I pulled myself over the decaying trunks.  I tumbled face first into a hollow under a log, filling my mouth with dirt and leaves.   The smell of musty, rotting debris turned my stomach.

    Gary charged over the top of the incline and came to a dead stop.  Damn.  I hoped he would miss the game trail and keep going. 

To order an autographed presale copy visit my publisher, Fountain Blue Publishing HERE.

To my fellow writer's, I did it, so can you!

Keeping on keeping on writing!

THE 777 WRITER'S CHALLENGE

So this blog is all about fun and promotion for my book, Winter's Captive. A writer friend of mine, H.H. Laura, has challenged those of us in her writing group to the 777 Writer's Challenge.

All this means is that I take seven sentences from page seven or seventy-seven and post them here in my blog. Then I post links to all the other writer's I wish to challenge. 

Here we go:

From Page 7:
 Gary grabbed me by the arm and shoved me through the side door of the van, onto the floor.

 He drew the gun out of his pocket and ran the barrel back and forth along my cheeckbone.

 His blue eyes were like those of a doll--glassy and lifeless.

From Page 77: 
The frost line was well up the inside of the door.

I decided that a long, thin carving knife would have to do, and gathered up most of the other items.

I didn't relish the thought of handling the bloody meat with my winter gloves.

The tool shed provided the saw and the tarp.

Did I write these lines? Sometimes I think when I write I'm channelling. When I read back, I even surprise myself.

Okay fellow writer's, I've shown you mine, now show me yours.

H.H. Laura

Chrissy Peebles

Jayde Scott

Patricia Puddle

Irene Kueh