I logged onto Facebook this afternoon to find that I’d been invited to an event hosted by the lovely Tammie Clarke Gibbs called Share An Excerpt Saturday. I’m always looking for ways to promote myself and my writing, so I think this was a great opportunity.
Plus, I thought it would be one easy way to introduce my readers (and new readers) to my books that have been published and those that have yet to be released.
I’m starting with my contemporary romance which is available right now for Kindle, Believe in Me. I am, however, currently reworking this book in the hopes that it will be better (and longer) when it’s done, and the projected release date of the new version (with a new and improved cover) will be May 1, 2013.
For now, enjoy this brief excerpt. Buy the book in its current form, if you’re so inclined. But please do check out the new and improved version coming up in just a little over a month. I’m hoping it will be well worth the wait!
Oh, and be sure to check back here every Saturday to see what new excerpts I’m offering. I’ve got several books in the works right now, and I’m trying to get all of them whipped into shape before May 1. Wish me luck! I know it’ll be a bumpy ride, but I’ll feel pretty confident that I can do it. I think I kind of have to, or else I’ll just never get them all done!
Trina exhaled a sigh of relief and hugged the older woman tighter. “It’s good to see you, Mom.”
Her mother didn’t raise her head. “Uh, Trina?”
Something in her mother’s voice alerted Trina to a possible storm brewing. “Yeah, Mom?”
“What?” Trina’s heart exploded inside her chest. Her arm dropped from her mother’s waist. The dam of tears broke free and ran in silent rivers down her round cheeks. She looked back toward the safety of her Geo Metro. Yes, it was old and cheap and didn’t fit in well at all with her new life, but it was the one thing in this world she’d been able to count on since college. She couldn’t even count on her mother.
Her mother raised her head and squared her shoulders. “Now, Trina, baby. Listen.”
“What?” Trina said again in a harsh whisper that took all her energy to muster. “What could I possibly need to listen to after that announcement?”
“Trina. You’ve been separated for nearly a year. …”
Trina flashed an angry look in her mother’s direction. There was a very good reason for that! How could her mother take his side? Why would she even let him come here? Trina willed herself to not to get too emotional. Her jaw line went rigid. “Right. And do you know that the average grieving process takes at least two years to go through?”
“Oh, Trina. They say that when somebody dies…,” her mother started.
“Somebody did die, Mom. Me! Mrs. Walt Melton. And my dreams of a happy life and a future with the man I loved.”
Her mother huffed. “Well, now you’re just being melodramatic. Walt is in there, and he’s looking forward to seeing you. He’s really sorry for the way things happened, and he’s changed so. You wouldn’t recognize him now at all.”
Trina snorted. “Oh, I doubt that.”
Her mother’s eyes narrowed. Trina almost shivered at the sight. “There’s no reason to take that tone with me, young lady.”
Trina’s mouth dropped open in disbelief, her fear of her mother washing away. “Are you kidding? Aren’t you the one who invited him to be here?”
Her mother shifted slightly, and her authoritative tone lost its edge. “Well, now…No, I didn’t invite him. …Not really.”
“What does that mean?”
“I just happened to mention that you might possibly be here, and that he might want to drop by.”
“You happened to mention this? When did you see him?”
Her mother looked down again, pouting like a toddler caught drawing crayon pictures on the wall. “Oh, I ran into him the other day at the grocery store. Do you know, he’s bought the old Weatherby place just outside of town? He says it’s a good place to write. He’s doing very well for himself now—sold one of his books to a major publisher. It’ll be released in the fall, I think he said? Anyway, naturally, we started talking about the holidays coming up, and about you….”
“Naturally,” Trina muttered, realizing that she’d tuned out most of her mother’s “Walt is great” speech. She really wasn’t in the mood to hear it. “Mom, I really don’t care about any of this. I don’t want to hear it. It’s over. I’m trying to get over Walt, and you might at least try to be a little supportive of me instead of trying to sabotage my attempts at healing.”
Her mother frowned and firmly placed her hands on her hips. “Well, you’re not going to be able to heal until you listen to what Walt has to say to you.”
Trina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you serious? Mom…”
Reconciliations can occur. Broken hearts can be mended. If you believe…
Trina Gray leaves a stack of paperwork on her desk and heads home for the holidays only to find that her mother has invited her soon-to-be ex-husband, Walt, to spend Christmas with them.
Walt’s presence sends Trina running to a friend’s house, where she runs into another ex—her old high school boyfriend, Kurt. The two high school sweethearts soon pick up where they left off.
Will Trina and Kurt rekindle their young romance? Or will she repair her relationship with Walt? Find out who Trina decides she can believe in on May 1, 2013.