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My excerpt today is from Rest Thy Head. In this excerpt my hero and heroine have taken a group on a camping trip. They are sitting around the fire telling ghost stories.
Lucille smiled at Peyton. “The experts haven’t reached any hard and fast conclusions. Some say ghosts are residual energy left behind after a person passes. Others say ghosts are a telepathic image. A sensitive person might pick up on events as they happened years ago. Some even say when you see a ghost you truly are seeing another time.”
Peyton shivered in spite of the fact she didn’t believe in ghosts. It was dark now, and there was no light anywhere except that from the campfire. The darkness made it easier to believe.
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Today's sample comes from Rest Thy Head which at present has 8 five star reviews and 2 four star reviews. You can get it at Amazon and most other online retail outlets. In this excerpt my hero and heroine have gone to a farmer's market, and she hears an ice cream truck and wants an ice cream.
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She grabbed his hand before she thought what she had done, but she had grabbed his scarred side. He jerked away from her as if she’d burned him and fished in his pocket. He handed her ten dollars and turned his back. “Get whatever you want.”
Oh, poor Jake. Peyton’s heart burned for him. She had a sudden urge to put her arms around him and whisper in his ear that he was okay now. Afghanistan was behind him, and he was home where he belonged, home where no one cared if he had scars or not.
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She grabbed his hand before she thought what she had done, but she had grabbed his scarred side. He jerked away from her as if she’d burned him and fished in his pocket. He handed her ten dollars and turned his back. “Get whatever you want.”
Oh, poor Jake. Peyton’s heart burned for him. She had a sudden urge to put her arms around him and whisper in his ear that he was okay now. Afghanistan was behind him, and he was home where he belonged, home where no one cared if he had scars or not.
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