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Thursday, August 12, 2021

Loner

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Title: Loner
Series: A Good Guys Novel (standalone)
Author: Jamie Schlosser
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2021


ROSALIE

I’ve been a prisoner in my own home for as long as I can remember. My mother says I’m sick in the head, and that’s why I can’t leave. And maybe she’s right.
But that doesn’t stop me from watching our new groundskeeper from my window and wanting things I shouldn’t. Like his hands on my body. His lips on my skin. Just him and me, running free in the world.
All I want is a normal life, but it’s a fantasy. Insanity.
Because no one would want a crazy girl like me.

PRESTON

I broke the cardinal rule of the private investigator business—I fell for my client’s daughter. When I agreed to go undercover to get Rosalie out of her house, I had every intention of bringing her to her father. After all, it’s what he hired me to do.
But Rosalie’s life is a tangled web of mystery, tragedy, and lies. Her loneliness calls to mine, tempting me with a chance at redemption I never thought I’d have. I refuse to deliver her from one hell to another.
Even if it means risking my life.



 


Marie’s Tempting Reads - “Loner was a sweet, amusing, sexy and sincerely heart stopping irresistible romance that makes this final book in one of my all time favorite series one of the best endings ever!”
PP’s Bookshelf - “I haven't read something so magnetic and intriguing like Loner by Jamie Schlosser in a long time.”
The Hatters (Britt) - “This book utterly and completely blew me away!”
PROLOGUE

She was just supposed to be a job I turned down.

I’ve been picky about my clients before, and when I was approached by a man with ties to the mafia in search of his daughter, my immediate answer was no. His personal private investigator had recently died under mysterious circumstances, and I didn’t want to meet the same fate.

Then I saw Rosalie’s picture.

I should’ve walked away.

I didn’t.




Jamie Schlosser writes steamy new adult romance and romantic comedy. When she isn't creating perfect book boyfriends, she's a stay-at-home mom to her two wonderful kids. She believes reading is a great escape, otters are the best animal, and nothing is more satisfying than a happily-ever-after ending.



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Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Sought


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by Aline Hunter

 

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GENRE:   Paranormal Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

There can be light in the dark...

Shane Heyward left everything behind to find his mate. He struggled for months, following his wolf to her location, guided to a place where supernatural beings exist and thrive. Despite being capable of leading his own pack, he chose to join one. When he finds his mate by accident, he's shaken by the truth. Not only is she blind, the wolf within her is completely feral. If he can't help her take control of the beast, she'll have to be destroyed.

Luna Lowe was forced to leave her previous pack after she shifted, attacked, and almost killed two members—one of which was her sister. She's ashamed of her behavior, wondering if death is preferable to living alone, when the male she believed abandoned her due to her lack of sight arrives.

As Shane and Luna come together, he learns her history. His female was wronged, and the insult has to be dealt with swiftly and harshly. As he takes charge and seeks retribution, reverting to his Alpha nature, everything will change—for both of them.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Footsteps approached, and she paid attention, honing her hearing, listening closely. In seconds, she knew Jackson wasn't alone. He'd brought others with him. Two masculine voices and a soft feminine laugh hit her ears. She used her nose, discovering four unique scents. She identified Wade's immediately, placing the Alpha she'd met on two occasions. The identities of the other guests were a mystery. She went still when one scent tickled her nostrils, equal parts earthy and masculine, and her wolf stirred.

 

She tried to disregard the reaction, pushing the beast back, getting her head on straight. She listened to their shuffling to gauge how close they were to her. 

Then something strange happened. 

 

Everyone stopped at the entranceway except for one individual. The male with the appealing scent strode into the room. He came closer, his tempting fragrance growing stronger. He stopped right in front of her. Knowing her misty eyes and vacant stare could unnerve others and looked wrong, she kept her head down.  

 

"Hello, Luna," he said softly. "I'm sorry I'm late."

 

Her breath caught, and she froze. 

 

She knew that voice. "Am I dreaming?"

 

"No, lovely. It's not a dream. This is very real."


 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Aline Hunter has written stories featured in horror magazines, zombie romance anthologies, and flash fiction contests. Her work has a dark undertone, which she credits to her love of old horror films, tastes in music, and choices in reading, and has been described as “full of sensual promise,” “gritty and sexy,” and “a breath of fresh air.” 

You can visit her online at www.alinehunter.com

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Monday, August 9, 2021

The Lockdown Tales


The Lockdown Tales

by Alan Whelan

 

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GENRE: Fiction - Contemporary

 

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BLURB:

 

Seven women and three men leave the city to avoid a pandemic. They isolate together in a local farm, where they pass the time working, flirting, eating, drinking, making music and above all telling stories. It happened in Florence in 1351, during the Plague, and gave us Boccaccio's Decameron.

 

Seven hundred years later, in Australia, it happens again. The stories are very different, but they're still bawdy, satirical, funny and sometimes sad, and they celebrate human cleverness, love, courage and imagination.

 

"Alan Whelan brings us a clever, sensual and sometimes poignant collection of stories that would make Boccaccio proud"

- Tangea Tansley, author of A Question of Belonging

 

"An old frame for a sharp new snapshot of contemporary Australia"

- Leigh Swinbourne, author of Shadow in the Forest

 

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EXCERPT

 

It was late and getting cold by the time Margo’s story was done. I reflected that she’d come a long way, in the three weeks she’d been here. She’d got close to Sue and Stuart, and they’d helped her believe that she could come back from Harry’s death.

 

Stuart and Danny pushed my barbecue back to the house, with Sue and Margo helping to keep it steady. This time it didn’t tip over.

 

Bran and Astrid stayed close to the fire, which had died down from a bonfire to a campfire. Jayleen and Bob stayed close. Bob had slept through most of the stories and was now awake, and enthralled by the night, the lake and the fire. I heard Astrid say, “The beast with three backs!” She punched Bran, amused.

 

He put his arm round her and drew her close. Bob climbed onto Astrid, so Jayleen took her place beside Bran, and he put his other arm round her. The night was cold. I had no idea if he really did want a threesome, but if he did I thought his chances were still close to zero.

 

Grace had relented after a stoned night of mostly ignoring Amelia. They walked back to the house together. I didn’t fancy Amelia’s chances much, either. But I knew that I’d make no declarations to Amelia unless her infatuation with Grace had been resolved and gone.

 

I collected empty bottles and put them in my pack. I probably missed some, but I’d check the ground in the morning. I shrugged the pack on and trudged back to the house.

 

When I reached the verandah I turned and took one last look at the fire and the lake. Astrid was kissing Bran, with intent, and Jayleen had snuggled in tight against his back. I wondered if I’d underestimated his chances. Though I still didn’t know if he had any threesome intentions. I decided it didn’t matter and I didn’t care, though no doubt it would mean a lot to them.

 

I shut the door behind me and went up to my bed.



A Word With the Author:


1.Did you always want to be an author?

 

The very first thing I remember wanting to be was a fireman, cause I really liked the red wagons and the big black boots. Then I thought it’d be cool to be a farmer, and grow all my own food. Colour and food were strong motivators for me when I was about five. I guess they still are. 

 

But by the time I turned nine or ten I realized I was reading an awful lot, so I must think that writing stuff for me to read was the most important thing someone could do. Therefore, I should do this most important thing too. 

 

(I felt sorry for all the people whose houses were on fire, but I was never going to get those big black boots. Just a ball point pen would suit me fine.) 

 

I started by writing science fiction stories, that I bet were terrible, but my friends, parents and teachers seemed to think they were good and “showed promise”. I’m certain they weren’t good, and I’m pleased with my amazing foresight in not keeping a single one of them. I’d hate to read them now.  

 

Still, I remember becoming aware of pacing for the first time, while I was trying to write the way the grown-up writers I liked did. I taught myself to slow down the telling of the story, and start focusing on characters’ thoughts, especially their doubts, make sure the reader knows the physical environment they’re in, and so on. 

 

I left science fiction behind some time in my early teens. Now I mostly write contemporary realism, and occasionally historical realism. Realism doesn’t just mean I don’t do dragons, werewolves, vampires and zombies, though I don’t. It means that characters should feel credible and real, and what they say should sound like the sort of thing that person would say. The events should be the sort of thing that happen in the real world, because real people and events are wonderful and amazing.

 

So, apart from a brief love affair with fire-fighting gear and farming, I’ve always wanted to be a writer.

 

2.Tell us about the publication of your first book.

 

My first full-length published fiction is The Lockdown Tales. I began writing it in March 2020, when it was obvious that I wouldn’t be going out much in  the foreseeable future, and finished in October 2020, when the lockdown was still continuing. 

 

I wrote it because I saw a need for stories: people would be at home and occasionally going stir-crazy. It seemed to me that the best thing I could do is write the story of ten people who go to the country together to ride it out, and who tell each other stories to keep their spirits up and stay sane. The stories are good stories, but there’s an underlying theme, that people do mostly act well to each other even in hard times. Courage, kindness, cleverness and hope, says The Lockdown Tales, are better than their alternatives. 

 

Traditional publishers had effectively closed their lists for the duration of the lockdown. I decided that because this book is timely, I’d get literary endorsements for it from critics and published novelists, to make it clear that this is a genuinely good book and not a vanity product, and then publish it myself. I went with Tellwell, who I think did well, were helpful (I learned a hell of a lot), and produced a very attractive product.

 

(There’s also a Troy McClure answer: “Hi! I’m Alan Whelan! You may remember me from such books as Renting and YouHow to Buy Your Own Home and New Zealand Republic.  Those are my actual first books. But The Lockdown Tales is my first published full-length work of fiction.)

 

3.Besides yourself, who is your favorite author in the genre you write in?

 

I admire Margaret Atwood, though more for the realist novels than for The Handmaid’s Tale. (There’s nothing wrong with Handmaid; it just isn’t my genre.) 

 

I’ve probably admired more novels by Martin Amis than any other writer who’s still alive. That’s while being aware that as well as writing wonderful sentences, he has his faults and blind spots. .  


4.What's the best part of being an author? The worst?

 

The best part of being a writer is going for a long walk, and finding characters and plots emerging in your brain. The next part is writing the first draft when it’s going well, and the second draft, where you aim to make it actually good.

 

The worst part is when the first draft is not going well, and you have to force the stuff out of yourself. The next worst part is the final half-dozen or so revisions, when you know the book too well, and you’re still getting shocked, finding typos and bits of bad writing that have to be fixed. 

 

I suppose people giving me money and telling me I’m a genius, that must be good too. I don’t seem to have got to that bit yet.


5.What are you working on now?

 

I just yesterday finished the second and last volume of The Lockdown Tales

 

My model is Boccaccio’s Decameron, so I’m following his structure. Once each character has told ten stories, making 100 stories, the group breaks up and most of them go home. (It’s 101 stories for me, as a sort of homage to The Thousand and One Nights.)

 

Today, because I don’t feel like resting, I’m going back to the novel I was working on at the beginning of last year. It’s set in Persia in 1865, with a young Irish-American man who gets involved in Great Power rivalry. 

 

I’m going to re-read what I’ve got (about 150 pages so far), go for a long, long walk, and come back and start revising. I can’t go forward when I think the foundation is weak, and having taken time away from it I know the early structure isn’t solid. So revising before I continue the story is just unavoidable.

  


 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Alan Whelan lives in the Blue Mountains of NSW, Australia. He’s been a political activist, mainly on homelessness, landlord-tenant issues and unemployment, and a public servant writing social policy for governments. He’s now a free-lance writer, editor and researcher.

 

His story, There Is, was short-listed for the Newcastle Short Story Award in June 2020, and appeared in their 2020 anthology. His story, Wilful Damage, won a Merit Prize in the TulipTree Publications (Colorado) September 2020 Short Story Competition, and appears in their anthology, Stories that Need to be Told. It was nominated by the publisher for the 2021 Pushcart Prize. 

 

His book The Lockdown Tales, using Boccaccio’s Decameron framework to show people living with the Covid-19 lockdown, is now on sale in paperback and ebook.

 

His novels, Harris in Underland and Blood and Bone are soon to be sent to publishers. He is currently working on the sequel to The Lockdown Tales and will then complete the sequel to Harris in Underland.

 

Alan Whelan co-wrote the book, New Zealand Republic, and has had journalism and comment pieces published in The New Zealand Listener and every major New Zealand newspaper, plus The Australian and the Sydney Morning Herald. 

 

He wrote two books for the NZ Government: Renting and You and How to Buy Your Own Home. His stories also appear in Stories of Hope, a 2020 anthology to raise funds for Australian bushfire victims, and other anthologies. 

 

His website is alanwhelan.org. He tweets as @alannwhelan.

 

His phone number is +61 433 159 663. Enthusiastic acceptances and emphatic rejections, also thoughtful questions, are generally sent by email to alan@alanwhelan.org.

 

CONNECT WITH ALAN WHELAN

 

WEBSITE: https://alanwhelan.org/ 

 

TWITTER: https://twitter.com/alanNwhelan 

 

 

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THE LOCKDOWN TALES PURCHASE LINKS

 

AMAZON.COM: https://amazon.com/dp/022884052X 

 

AMAZON.CA: https://amazon.ca/dp/022884052X 

 

AMAZON AUS: https://amazon.com.au/dp/022884052X 

 

KINDLE: https://amazon.com/dp/B08SCQ132Q 

 

BOOKSHOP: https://bookshop.org/books/the-lockdown-tales-disobedience-love-patience-and-other-stories-9780228840534/9780228840527

 

INDIGO CHAPTERS: https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/the-lockdown-tales-disobedience-love/9780228840527-item.html

 

BARNES & NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-lockdown-tales-alan-whelan/1138592053 

 

BOOK DEPOSITORY: https://www.bookdepository.com/The-Lockdown-Tales-Alan-Whelan/9780228840527

 

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/the-lockdown-tales 

 

SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063049 

 

APPLE BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/us/book/lockdown-tales-disobedience-love-patience-other-stories/id1548072263

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION

 

Alan Whelan will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.




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Saturday, August 7, 2021

Saturday Sample and Weekend Writing Warriors

Today I'd like to share an excerpt from my new WIP. I started writing this a few years ago, but I put it aside in favor of other manuscripts. It's time now to pick it back up. I'm struggling to find a title for it, and I don't have a blurb yet, but here's the beginning of the book. If you see anything I need to fix please say so. I've given you ten sentences and a few more to spare.


On Sunday after you finish here you can find more excerpts from a talented group of authors at www.wewriwa.blogspot.com


Last Week

Anders grabbed the radio and tried to raise a reply.  They still caught fragments of voices, but they didn’t think anyone had answered them.  

  Brent took a deep breath and blew out hard.  “We’re inside the cloud again.” 

The cloud had assumed gigantic proportions and changed color.  They seemed to be flying through a tunnel in a yellowish, gray mist, a tunnel illuminated by bright flashes of light from within the monstrous cloud.  All of them saw the patch of blue sky at the end of the tunnel. 

“Increase air speed,” Healy yelled.  “The damn tunnel’s closing up ahead!”

“Go, Mike!” Brent urged. “We have to get out of the cloud!”

Anders gave it his best shot.  The engines whined in Brent’s ears, but it almost seemed as if they didn’t move at all while up ahead the tunnel continued to narrow.  

They almost made it, but at the last second the tunnel closed with a rumble of thunder.  The plane fell into a spiraling vortex that opened in front of them.  It shook as if a giant hand had reached down from the sky to rock it. 

The plane nose-dived.  Healy screamed as Anders’ eyes rolled back into his head, and his hands dropped into his lap. 


Excerpt: We've picked up at the place where I left off.


Abruptly, the plane fell out of the cloud into a beautiful summer afternoon.  What the blazes!  One moment they had been fighting the cloud, the next they had left it behind as if it had never existed.  Brent rolled his shoulders to relax his stiff muscles. The electronic gauges had returned to normal, and … no! No, No, No! The engines had stalled.

“Anders!” Brent screamed.  “Anders!  Wake up!  The engines have stalled!”

Anders didn’t move.  

“Help me, Holloway!” Healy cried.  

Mike had either been knocked out cold, or he was dead.  Either way they didn’t have time to help him.  Desperately they fought to restart the engines.  For a moment Brent thought they’d fail, but with a high-pitched scream the engines fired.  They climbed to cruising altitude and put the plane on autopilot.  Brent ran his sleeve across his forehead to wipe the sweat away and turned to Healy, “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Healy replied, his voice shaky.  “I’ve been flying for fifteen years, and I never saw anything like it.”  He stared out of the window as if he feared the killer cloud might still be lurking nearby.  “Mike okay?”

Brent swiveled around in his seat.  “Mike?  Mike, wake up.”

Anders moaned, but he didn’t move. 

“He’s alive anyway,” Brent said.  “Better radio Miami to have ambulances and paramedics on hand.  We probably have some hurt passengers too.  I guess I’d better check.”

Healy laid a restraining hand on Brent’s arm as he started to climb out of his seat.  “Wait.  What if the cloud…”

“Comes back.”

Healy nodded, and Brent relaxed into the pilot’s seat.  Frank had a good point.  “Better call Miami,” he repeated.

Thursday, August 5, 2021

The Light Through the Pouring Rain

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Write Now Literary is pleased to be organizing a two-month book tour and $50 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway for The Light Through the Pouring Rain by James Ruvalcaba. 

The book tour will run August 2- Sept 30, 2021.  

 Genre: Nonfiction 
 ISBN-13: 979-8575160397 

Before he started writing romance stories, James worked with the special need’s population for 10 Years. He devoted his life giving back to the population. From school's to agencies and everything in between James has worked almost every job within the community. After that, during the pandemic James decided to start writing to pass the time, but to come through on his promise he made years earlier. He devoted his life to giving back, now he devotes his life to telling his stories.  


      

A remarkable love story that pulls on your heartstrings and leaves you inspired. A page turner that gives a first-hand look into the lives of a young couple madly in love and eager to start their lives together, only to have it all halted by a cancer diagnosis. With no clear road map on how to navigate their new normal, James and Anabel proceed into uncharted territory, hand-in-hand, with the love of their families and their faith in God to guide them.  

1. Why do you write the kind of books you do? I write romance, love & loss, and inspirational books.

2. Besides when you came to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life? My happiest day was the day my book got published because it meant I came through on the promise I made to my Fiancé.

3. How has being published changed your life? It gave me the confidence to know that I was meant to write.

 
4. What are you reading right now? I am currently reading “Can’t hurt me” by David Goggins

 
5. What is your current work in progress? I am writing my next installment in my book series.
 
6. What would be your dream vacation? I don’t have a particular area, but somewhere by the water so I can hear the waves at night and enjoy the over atmosphere of peace being around. 
 
7. How do you choose your settings for each book? I only write non-fiction books, so I pick locations within the stories, but as far as the timelines go , I think of the moments that should be relieved.

8. If you could spend an evening with one person who is currently alive, who would it be and why? I’d say Tyler perry. I’d love to pick his brain about why he continued to push forward to overcome the obstacles that were placed in his life. 

 

9. What three things about you would surprise readers?

I'm not very much into materialistic items

I have a phobia of holes

I enjoy listening to all types of music.. For example, I listened to Katy Perry's “ Teenage Dream” for most of my high school tenure. 
 
10. What are your hobbies, besides writing and reading? I enjoy going to the Gym before and after writing and I enjoy being by the beach. 
 

   


 
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Tuesday, August 3, 2021

Beyond the Book: Characterization

If you’re an author, you hope to create memorable characters who will help your story come alive and captivate your readers.  Most authors, get to know their characters inside and out before they even begin a book, but how do they reveal their characters to the reader so that the reader understands the character too?  

First, we learn about characters through their speech.  What do you learn about Fred Emerson in this excerpt from A New Dream?

“Who brought you home?” demanded her father, Fred Emerson. “Where’s your car?”

 

“Alternator failure. It’s in the parking lot at work. The new manager, Matt McCallum, brought me home.” Violet hugged her mother Beth and her sister Jessie who both had a big pile of beans in front of them.

 

“You could have called me,” her father insisted.

Violet hung her purse on the coat rack near the door. “I knew you were busy with the garden stuff, Daddy. He offered, and I didn’t see any reason to turn him down.”

 

Fred snapped a bean with more vigor than necessary. “McCallum acted like a gentleman, I hope. Some of those pro-ball players don’t behave too well.”

 

Violet frowned. “He was a perfect gentleman, Daddy.”

 

“Good.” Fred tossed a handful of beans into a dishpan.  “He’d better continue to be. I won’t tolerate anybody messing with my daughters. I don’t know what the world’s coming to these

days.”

Right off the bat we know that Fred is an old-fashioned, maybe overly protective father.

We also learn about characters from their appearance.  What do you learn about my bad girl Stacey?  She’s also from A New Dream.

Her style hadn’t changed much since she ran out on him. She still dressed to attract attention, and judging from the expression on several nearby male faces, she hadn’t lost her touch. She was wearing a short skirt, knee boots, and a sweater that was probably half a size too small. She looked as chic, expensive, and sexy as she ever had, but the sultry, come-hither look he’d always loved didn’t do much for him now.

 

So, Stacey’s an extrovert, sexy, likes men, and probably uses her looks to get what she wants.

 

A character’s private thoughts also tell us what he/she is like.  What do you find out about my New Dream hero Matt McCallum?  Matt was a pro-football player who lost his career when he lost a leg in an accident.

 

 

 

 

He had worked like a dog on that leg, but he still limped, and it felt like knives stabbed him with every step he took. His career was over, and he had lost almost everything he had loved and valued. Yeah, he felt drained.

 

Nevertheless, he always kept such dark thought to himself. God forbid he should invite anyone’s pity! He’d rather be dead first.

 

We see that Matt is depressed over the changes in his life.  We also see that he’s a proud man who doesn’t want anyone’s pity.

 

We also learn about characters from the way others see him and react to him.  In this excerpt, my New Dream hero told my heroine that he won’t leave her porch until she talks to him even though the weather is icy.

 

Dinnertime came and went, and Matt still sat on the porch.  “I’m going to take him something to eat,” Beth declared. “He has to be starving.”

 

Violet guessed her mother was right. Matt had once told her that the effort of walking with a prosthesis burned additional calories, but the picture of Stacey etched in her brain hardened her heart. “He isn’t your problem, Mother. Leave him alone.”

 

Nerves on edge, Violet started to cry, and when she did Beth tackled Fred. “Fred Emerson, you do something right now! I’m not having it on my conscience if that young man freezes to death on my front porch, especially since I believe he’s telling the truth.”

 

“Mother! I thought you were on my side!”

 

Fred pounced on her statement like a cat on a catnip mouse.  “I knew it! You’ve always liked him.”

 

“Well, you do something, and I mean now!”

 

Don’t you think it says a lot about Matt’s character that Violet’s mother believes he’s innocent of betraying Violet with another woman?  

 

A character’s actions will reveal a lot about them too.  What do you think this excerpt says about Matt?

 

 Matt patted old Mrs. Watson on the arm. “I’m sorry for the confusion, ma’am.”

 

Bristling with indignation, the woman nodded her head.  “See to it that it doesn’t happen again.”

 

As she stalked away, the red-faced cashier blurted out. “I wasn’t wrong.”

 

“I know it, but she’s old. Make a note of the amount, and I’ll put it in the register.” He winked at the cashier who no longer looked upset.

 

He smiled when he turned around and saw Sam Dickson watching him. “Coffee in my office?”

 

“Well, we aren’t going to drink it in the produce section are we?” Sam quipped.

 

He’s kind to old ladies?  This is a nice guy!



Authors, what have I left out?