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Blurb:
Jenna West has no idea what she might have done to her new tenant Mike Hightower. He's surly and hateful every single time they meet, and he looks at her as though he despises her.
He does despise her. She's from the Middle East, and people like her killed his friend Ramirez when the army sent them to Iraq.
Will the power of love work its magic to soften Mike's bitter hatred, or will he ignore his growing attraction for his pretty landlady?
Last Week:
Captain Perry yelled, “Hightower, Mason, hold your fire.”
Moments later Perry knelt beside Mike. “Where are you hit?”
“Shoulder and leg.”
“Sit tight; we’ll get a medic as quick as we can.”
“What about Ramirez?”
“Sorry, he’s gone.”
As his anger built, Mike forgot about the pain in his shoulder and leg. Ramirez had been his friend. These people didn’t appreciate a thing that the United States was trying to do for them.
Moments later Perry knelt beside Mike. “Where are you hit?”
“Shoulder and leg.”
“Sit tight; we’ll get a medic as quick as we can.”
“What about Ramirez?”
“Sorry, he’s gone.”
As his anger built, Mike forgot about the pain in his shoulder and leg. Ramirez had been his friend. These people didn’t appreciate a thing that the United States was trying to do for them.
This week: I had to do a little creative punctuation to keep to the 10 sentence limit. Overlook it, please.
A world away, Jenna West signed her name on the
dotted line and became a homeowner. “I think you got a
bargain,” the realtor said. “There’s a lot of work to be
done, but it definitely has potential. The structure is
sound; all it needs is a bit of cosmetic work and a new hot
water heater.”
“I don’t mind the work,” Jenna assured him. “I’ve never owned a home before; fixing up the place will be a labor of love.”
She took her daughter’s hand on the way to the car; “When can we move in, Mama?” Jo demanded.
“Not for a few weeks yet, but don’t worry, sweet pea; the place is all ours.”
“Hooray,” Jo cheered.
“Hooray,” Jenna cheered right back, and Jo burst out laughing, making Jenna feel as if she were the best mom in the whole world.
“I don’t mind the work,” Jenna assured him. “I’ve never owned a home before; fixing up the place will be a labor of love.”
She took her daughter’s hand on the way to the car; “When can we move in, Mama?” Jo demanded.
“Not for a few weeks yet, but don’t worry, sweet pea; the place is all ours.”
“Hooray,” Jo cheered.
“Hooray,” Jenna cheered right back, and Jo burst out laughing, making Jenna feel as if she were the best mom in the whole world.
Interesting juxtaposition of the events in their respective lives. Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteSomething tells me the house will need more work than she expects.
ReplyDeleteNice scene!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the snippet. I wonder how much work she’ll have to do in the house.
ReplyDeleteThe all American dream come true. Love the warmth between mother and daughter!
ReplyDeletea lovely happy moment between mother and daughter. Sweet snippet!
ReplyDeleteAs Nancy said, the American Dream come true: she's become a slave to the never-endind work of a fixer-upper. /cynicism
ReplyDeleteGreat juxtaposition--war and the warmth of home. Love the interaction between mother and daughter.
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