Sunday, November 3, 2019

Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors: Never Trust a Pretty Wolf

Welcome to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors, your chance to sample the work of a talented group of authors. When you finish here you can find more snippets at:

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For the last few months I've been sharing excerpts from Turnaround Farm, but today I'm sharing from another book, Never Trust a Pretty Wolf. We'll begin with Chapter One.

Blurb:
Liesel Wolf has a secret, a dangerous secret she’ll go to any lengths to conceal. When she’s paired in a charity game with sexy marshal Andy Bryce, a man with secrets of his own, her carefully constructed world comes crashing down, and Liesel’s on a collision course with her past.

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Last week:
Liesel Wolf drew a brush through her long, chestnut curls and efficiently secured her hair on top of her head, leaving several pretty strands loose around her face. She had let it grow out for six months now, and it had finally gotten to a length that she loved. It cascaded around her shoulders in soft, riotous ringlets that she could do so many different things with.

She left the bathroom to get dressed. If she didn’t hurry she’d be late. After slipping into the little black dress she’d bought last summer, she studied herself in the full‑length mirror standing in the corner of her bedroom. Nice. Very nice. Short, form‑fitting, and low cut. Just right for the five carat diamond pendant William had given her.
Excerpt

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Thank goodness she didn’t have the pendant anymore. She had sold it months ago. Her sweet necklace of black Austrian crystals would look stunning with her dress.

She fastened the necklace and slipped her feet into black stilettos. They hurt like the dickens, but boy did they do wonderful things for a girl’s legs. Laughing aloud, she grabbed her purse and ran down the stairs. She’d drive herself to the party in her new car, a midnight blue Mustang with an engine that growled like a tiger on the prowl.

 She backed out of the driveway just a touch faster than she should, spraying gravel from beneath the Mustang’s wheels. Some days it just felt good to be alive.

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