An excerpt from an upcoming novella

My novella, Snowbound with the Stork, will be featured in an upcoming anthology. Some of the other authors contributing stories will be Harlequin Escape author, MA Grant, and Harlequin Carina UK author Gina Rochelle.

Here’s an excerpt from Snowbound with the Stork. Enjoy and I hope you’ll purchase the anthology and leave a review.

 

Chapter One

Hadley Bishop set her phone and bottled water on a picnic table in front of the convenience store. A hundred yards away, cars and trucks zipped and zoomed along the highway like those migrating hummingbirds that darted around her feeders every fall. Not exactly fine dining. At least the January sun was warm on her hands as she peeled the banana she’d bought while paying for gas. So what if her healthy snack was a stalling tactic? She’d needed gas and making a phone call while stopped was safer. Especially this call.

She brushed a cigarette butt off the table. Yup, this was the closest the forlorn spot had come to an actual picnic. Going by the lipstick-stained filters scattered on the ground the store’s female employees used this spot for smoke breaks. Even the sprigs of grass that had forced their way through the hard Georgia clay were brown and stiff, as if they’d taken the easy way out and surrendered.

Picnic over too soon, she tossed the banana skin into the trash, polished off the water and dropped the empty bottle into a plastic bag to recycle later. Too bad she couldn’t recycle her dwindling courage until it was new, strong, repurposed.

With a heavy sigh, she picked up the phone, scrolled through her contacts and stopped when his name came up. Quinn Gallagher. She shivered from the dropping temperature. Not because of Quinn. It had nothing at all to do with him. The morning had begun unseasonably warm and she’d dressed accordingly. End of story.

Oh God, she didn’t want to do this. But she couldn’t chicken out, no matter the personal consequences. She swiped the call icon. Stupid conscience.

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A Christmas short

I have posted this before but I still like it and it’s the only Christmas story I have, so I’m re-posting it. I wrote it for a 1k Challenge on the Harlequin boards. The challenge was to write a Christmas story without using the word “Christmas” and to do it in 1,000 words or less. Mine came in a exactly 1k. Oh, and it won the challenge. Thanks for reading!

 

Wish Upon A Star 1,000 words

“Tell Tina I’m only enduring this for her.” Lieutenant Rick Davenport slid out of the booth he’d just claimed.

His partner, Dave Tracy, laughed on the other end of the phone. “Careful. You might get into the spirit of things. I’ll owe you one.”

Rick shook his head at the cute blond waitress headed his way. Humbug. He’d finally worked up the nerve to ask her out. He hated to admit his reluctance to ask her for a date, but his divorce had left him gun shy. “I still say you need to name that baby after me.”

Dave snorted. “I may love you like a brother but no way I’m naming my kid Dick Tracy. Uh-oh, there’s a nurse here handing me scrubs to wear. I guess it’s show time.”

“Go get ‘em, daddy.” Rick swiped his thumb across the screen. The blond waitress was now taking someone’s order. Sighing, he pocketed his phone.

He pushed open the glass door and zipped his jacket against the December chill. He hadn’t always been a Grinch but the hoopla reminded how alone he’d been since the split. Rick glanced back. The pretty blond was laughing with a customer. Bah-humbug.

Soon after Rick parked at the strip mall, a yellow bus with a Shop with a Cop banner on the side drove in. Hunching his shoulders against the wind, he trudged across the parking lot. Eager kids piled out, followed by enthusiastic uniformed officers.

One of them grinned and waved Rick over to a tiny blond pixie clutching the hand of a morose sandy-haired boy. Rick huffed out a mirthless laugh. The boy’s mood matched his own. The little girl, however, danced with anticipation.

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