Here we are at HUMP DAY. It's been a very non-productive week for me writing wise. I've written one story for my other blog; other than that zip, nada, nothing. I keep trying, I open the document, keep horsing around fixing and editing but in the end not one thing added just rearranged. I did have a personal best on my newest release though and I guess I'm just reveling in that.
Here is a snip from an almost completed new book, (well, it's completed but not finished) you know what I mean.
Here's the blurb:
Christopher Matthew Chambers is the eldest son of a wealthy family. He is expected to take over the family business after receiving his Bachelor’s and Master Degree in Business, but he hates the smallness of the world in which he was raised and strikes out on his own. One of his wanderlust ancestors leaves a legacy to the Chambers family, and Chris finally finds something that excites him.
Samantha Fremont, a freelance writer and wildlife photographer chooses not to stray too far from the home in which she grew up. She is a strong, independent, opinionated woman used to getting her own way. Her wit and sassy mouth are intimidating to lesser men but not to Chris.
When fate brings them together, sparks fly and tempers flare. Sam lives life full throttle and although Chris loves her spirit, his attempts to slow her down with trips over his knee, or over the couch, or across the bed, are only bumps in the road to Sam.
Here's the snippet:
“You do know that if you get that boot off, you’ll never get it back on again.”
“Yes I do know that, but it hurts like a bitch, and I want to see if it is broken or just sprained.”
Sure enough, the minute the boot was off; his ankle started swelling to triple the size of a normal ankle. She helped him over to the couch and propped his foot up on the ottoman while she got some ice.
“I should just go outside and get a bucket of snow for the swelling.”
“I don’t think so. It’s one thing to ice it down another to freeze it off.”
“Are you a wuss Mr. Christopher Chambers?” she asked him teasingly.
“Are you a tease Ms. Sam Fremont?”
She blushed at his remark. Her wariness gone, she began opening up a little, both her personality and her eyes. Christopher was tall, much taller than Seth, who was 6’, and although he wore a heavy flannel shirt, his muscular chest, shoulders and arms filled out every inch of it. His hands were large with long tapered fingers with nicely manicured clean nails. His chestnut brown hair hit just above his collar, and his hazel eyes twinkled when he smiled. He had the complexion of a man who spent time outdoors and not always cooped up inside. He had a few laugh wrinkles, and Sam figured he was about 32 or thereabouts. He had a deep baritone voice and a definite dominant demeanor - not that she minded that. She loved nothing better than sparring with someone knowing she would get as good as she gave. Snowed in with this guy won’t be the worst thing in the world, I actually hope it happens; she thought to herself.
After icing and wrapping his ankle, Sam gave him instructions to keep his foot elevated on the ottoman.
“What am I supposed to do, just sit here and do nothing?”
“Yeah, because with that ankle, you are useless. Haven’t you ever heard of R.I.C.E. for a sprain?”
“Oh, you know it’s a sprain. Perhaps I should call you Dr. Sam.”
“Now who’s being snippy?”
“You are one sassy girl,” He laughed, and it sounded like a lion’s roar and sent shivers down her spine. Sam handed him two aspirins, a glass of water, and an afghan.
“I have some things to do outside before the storm worsens. Is it okay to leave you for a bit?”
“Yes, I’ve been potty trained for some time.”
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