This is the third week in a row that I’ve participated in the big Share An Excerpt Saturday Facebook event with more than 100 other authors. Want to know more about the event, visit the blog that Tammie Clark Gibbs set up here.
I wanted to make my participation in the event easier for me (and more user friendly for my readers), so I’ve set up a brand new page on my website dedicated just to excerpts of Believe in Me. Here you’ll find both the previous weeks’ excerpts, which I posted online plus a very special video excerpt where I myself am reading from my own work. I just love hearing authors read something they’ve written themselves, don’t you? So I wanted to do my readers (and future readers) the courtesy of providing that to them. I hope you enjoy it.
Here, though, I’ve decided to post the first few pages of Believe in Me. You won’t find these in the copy that’s currently available on Amazon (yet), but you will soon see them in the new, re-released version of the book.
So, here it is: a sneak peek at a never before seen scene in Believe in Me.
Trina Gray snapped her newly monogrammed Louis Vuitton suitcase closed and patted the hard side of the bag down, just as she used to do to the cheap set of soft-sided luggage she’d used before she’d decided, on a whim, to purchase the $5000-plus travel case. It was an extravagant expense. Not something Trina would have ever done before. But she’d started a new life within the past six months, and the new Trina wanted to make a big impression with her designer luggage.
That’ll show Tammy, she thought smugly, even as the personalized initials on the neutrally-colored tag taunted her. TAG. It wasn’t merely the irony that her initials spelled out the word “tag” that bothered her so. It was the fact that, until just a few months ago, those hadn’t been her initials. At least, they hadn’t been for five years. For that length of time, the maiden “G” had been replaced by her married “M”.
Maybe I made the switch back too soon, Trina thought as she gazed at the letters. Then she shook her head. No. Her marriage to Walt was over. They weren’t officially divorced yet—only separated—but there was no going back. Not after what he had done.
In spite of her steely exterior, the bridge of Trina’s nose buzzed, and her eyes ached. She closed them and leaned her head back, taking in a few deep breaths of the honey vanilla scented air freshener she’d sprayed just a few minutes earlier. That particular scent always helped to calm her nerves and comfort her in a way that no other scent had ever done. It reminded her of Mim’s kitchen. She’d always felt safe there.
That was one good thing about going home. She’d get to see Mim again. It had been too long since she’d talked to the woman who was like a second mother to her—better than a mother, actually. She felt more comfortable talking to Mim than she did to her own mother. She always had.
Trina smiled, remembering Mim’s warm green eyes and her always frizzy, frazzled silver gray hair. She almost laughed out loud, not caring that she was the only person in the room who would hear the happy sound. Trina was just extremely grateful that the urge to cry was fading.
She moved the bag to set it on the lush forest green carpet on her bedroom floor before limping over to the matching weekend rolling bag, which had set her back another three-and-a-half thousand dollars.
Trina cursed aloud as she set her foot down on the floor and the pain shot up through her calf and down into her toes at the same time. If she hadn’t been in such a hurry to get out of the office and get on the road tonight, she never would have twisted her ankle by slipping on that patch of ice.
She hadn’t bothered to take the time to wrap it. It wasn’t broken. She knew that because she could still walk on it. What Trina didn’t know, though, was if it was an actual sprain or just a little strain. Either way, she should have been resting on the couch in front of the television with her foot propped up on the light brown suede ottoman she’d recently bought to add a touch of class to the place.
But she didn’t have the luxury of sitting and resting her foot tonight. Trina had to get on the road right now. Her mother had already been calling every fifteen minutes for the past three hours to see when she was starting out. Trina didn’t want to delay the trip any longer than she already had.
She winced as she took a few more steps toward the front door, and she felt her Blackberry buzz in her pocket. “Oh, Mom!”
Trina fished in her pocket for the buzzing instrument and gasped. It wasn’t her mother’s number that showed up on the LCD caller ID screen. The number was unfamiliar, but the name above the number was not. Tammy Gray. Her sister.
“What? You little…How did you get this number?” Trina fumed as the phone continued to buzz. Then she took a deep breath.
She’d told her mother that she would come home for Christmas this year…and she knew there was a chance her sister would be there, too. A very good chance. It was only natural that their mom would tell Tammy that Trina was coming.
Of course she would. Ever since Trina had made the decision to quit talking to her sister last year, their mom had been on a crusade to repair the relationship between her two daughters. This, in Trina’s mother’s mind, was going to be the first step in that process—the two sisters being under the same roof again. Trina had told her mom that she would suck it up and play the dutiful daughter, and she assured her mother that everything would be fine.
Except Trina wasn’t at all sure that it would be.
She sighed again—in relief, this time, as the call switched over to voicemail. Well, I didn’t say that I would talk to Tammy before I got to the house. Trina justified her decision to ignore her sister’s phone call and pocketed the Blackberry.
True, they hadn’t talked for almost a year. But there was a very good reason for that.
Trina winced again as she forgot to not put all her weight down on her injured foot. She quickly shifted position and picked up both her bags. She was only planning to stay for a week at most, but she wanted to be prepared anyway. Weston Falls wasn’t exactly known for its vast array of convenience and clothing stores…especially not during the holidays. The whole town practically shut down from December 23rd to January 6th.
Trina frowned at the thought. That was another reason to not jump at the chance to go home for the holidays. She and her sister would be under the same roof for the duration with practically no way of escape.
“Mom, I can’t do this.” The spoken words reverberated throughout the empty apartment. Of course there was no response. Her mother was five hundred miles away, and Trina seriously doubted that her words would have had any halting effects on her mother’s reunion plans, even if she was within earshot. Trina resigned herself to her fate and headed out to her car.
Mishael Austin Witty