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Wordy Wednesday

October 26, 2016

Hi Everyone!

Welcome to Wordy Wednesday!  Share an excerpt fewer than 500 words from your family friendly book in the comments below.  Be sure to include the title and one buy link.  Then go spread the word about this post so even more people will find it.

Happy reading (and writing)!!


MY EXCERPT

An Informal ArrangementClick to Buy

“No, no, don’t flush the toilet!”

Maddie ran into the room, assessed the situation, and placed her hand on the patient’s shoulder, shaking him lightly. “Mr. Jenkins. Mr. Jenkins, it’s just a dream.” This was her first day working with him, but he’d been on the unit for a while. Nothing in his file indicated a history of night terrors or bad dreams.

The man in the bed groaned and thrashed. “Not… albino… horned toa’… Please, no.” Was he talking about toes or — a shudder tore through her — toads?

Had he seen one? She fought a shiver as she searched the immediate vicinity. No toads — horned or otherwise — in sight. He was obviously dreaming, but still… What did a horned toad look like, anyway? Not a frog with antlers, surely.

Every off-white nook and cream-colored cranny of the room came under careful scrutiny as Maddie continued speaking to her distressed patient. “Mr. Jenkins, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”

His eyelids fluttered for a moment before opening. When he saw her, Mr. Jenkins’ eyes grew wide. A remnant of sleep slowed his voice. “Is everything okay?”

What was she supposed to say to that? Tell the poor man he’d awakened her deep-seated dislike of all creatures not cute and furry? Or worse, explain how that dislike had been birthed?

“You, uh, were having a dream.” Brilliant response.


 

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I have read Informal Arrangement and the other excerpts sound great.

Oh, SO many good books to read! I love the Informal books, and this one sounds great!I am also very intrigued by The Tillie Spencer stories. I will be adding all of these to my TBR List!

I enjoyed reading Lucie Ulrich piece today. Very interesting.

Holiday Escape
A Team Macachek Sweet Romance

“How’d you end up on this cruise?” he asked, twirling Bridget to the left to avoid another couple on the increasingly crowded floor. “I think we may be the only two guests under the age of sixty.”

“That’s one of the reasons I chose it.”

“Really?” Conversation was helping. He wasn’t quite as acutely aware of the soft fabric of Bridget’s dress or her fingers twined in his. “You go for older men?” he teased.

Bridget pulled as far away from him as she could while keeping her hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t come for romance.”

Conversation was definitely helping, like a bucket of cold water.

“I needed to get away from all of the family celebrations this year.”

“You, too? I couldn’t take the annual familial critique and my falling short of their standards, as always.”

Her eyes narrowed.

That was a jerk thing to say. He’d insulted her family by assuming she was escaping for reasons similar to his. Other families weren’t like his. He’d learned that in elementary school. Luke’s shoulders slumped. Even in his family, Bridget would be a success. Physical therapy was a skilled profession, although his family would encourage her to become an orthopedic surgeon.

“No, my family is very understanding, maybe too understanding.”

Luke nodded. He did have Uncle Ralph, who’d always gotten him. Great minds think alike, Ralph said. More like birds of a feather flock together.
“Tonight.” Her voice caught. “Was supposed to be my wedding. I probably would have been dancing at our reception about now. Honeymooning on the slopes in Lake Placid tomorrow.”

Luke gazed into her misty blue eyes.

The music stopped, and she pulled away. “I couldn’t take them all looking at me like you are now, and everybody avoiding talking about Jeff.”

Luke grabbed her arm before she ran away to her cabin as he suspected was her plan. His hand spasmed, gripping her harder than he’d meant. Add that to probably ruining her evening by asking why she was here and reminding her of things she’d come to escape for a while. He was getting jerkdom down to a science tonight.

“Wait. Let’s take a walk on the lido deck. Talk. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

She drew her lips into a straight line.

Challenging his telling her what she needed? He released her arm and raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

The line curved into a smile. “You forget,” she said. “I know you and your behavior.”

“That’s all hearsay. Was I ever anything other than a perfect gentleman during all the time of my therapy?”

“A little more flirtatious than most of my clients, but a gentleman.”

Luke shrugged. “I like women, all women.”

Buy Link (Kindle, Nook, iBooks, Kobo): https://books2read.com/u/mdKlwy

Enjoyed reading about all three books above. I don't care for things that hop either! Love the way Toni writes, so how we think about things, and had me cracking up. And Lucie's book, well I have seen the cover and it's just so inviting & like who doesn't enjoy a great Christmas story? It was neat the way the main characters were all born either the day before Christmas (I have a nephew who was also born on Christmas Eve-Noel) or on Christmas Day.

I liked the excerpts I read. They all sound like great books.

All 3 of these books sound really good! I own Heather's book, and will look at Lucie's tomorrow. I've never read any of Toni', but have A Life to Live. Wish there was more time in the day! Too bad I can't just read all day! LOL!

The Governess' Debut - a sweet, regency romance
~ Can the governess charm both the spoiled child and the haughty earl? ~
Available wherever ebooks are sold, including Amazon: http://amzn.to/1JomcGT

Excerpt:

Lord Victor Astley, the fifth Earl of Standish, was surprised by his own undisciplined reaction when the young woman was announced. He was always in control of himself and his environment. It was decidedly out of character that he would be unnerved by the presence of a young woman in his library.

“Miss Felicia Scott to see you, my lord,” Alfred, the earl’s aging butler, had announced in even tones, not revealing anything about his own reaction to the elegant young woman who had been recommended to fill the post of governess to the earl’s hoyden of a daughter.

The earl nodded to her from behind his desk, not bothering to come around to bow over her hand. “Thank you, Alfred. Please see that a tea tray is brought in momentarily.”

Miss Scott dipped into a respectful, deep curtsy, forgetting for a moment that her new position in the servant class did not require the varying degrees of courtesy. When it did cross her mind she dismissed the thought, surmising accurately that the haughty looking earl would consider the extra depth to be his due.

Felicia had made every effort to appear as serious and trustworthy as possible. Her sober gown of brown worsted material was just perfect for whatever activities she would be involved in while chasing after a seven-year-old child. Realizing she looked quite young, she had scraped her thick, curling, brown hair into the severest hairstyle she could manage, hoping it lent her an air of maturity.

Of course, in her innocence, she was unaware of the things that were impossible to hide – her obvious breeding was evident in her proudly erect carriage. Intelligence shone from her wide, shining, green eyes as she glanced around the earl’s handsomely appointed library.

Her own governess had done her best to prepare her but since this was the first time Felicia had applied for a position she was somewhat uncertain as to proper protocol. The earl was still gazing at her with a rather arrested expression on his severe, but still handsome face, so she surmised that he was waiting for her to say something.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, my lord.”

The earl blinked away his momentary inertia. Despite the glowing recommendations he had received it was obvious to him she would be impossible for the position. He was uncomfortable with the strange reaction he had felt to her presence, besides she was much too young. There was no way she would be able to control his daughter. He supposed he still had to interview her.

~ Happy Reading :-) ~

So many new books to look forward to! And now I gotta know what was up with horned toads...

From Swim Season, a new release

http://amzn.to/2dH75jN

Practice was tough that afternoon. Coach put us through the paces, working us hard.

“What is he doing to us?” Mel asked between sets. We’d stopped in the shallow end to regroup.

“It’s only the Eagles. They’re 5-3. We’ve got this.”

“They beat the Boxers yesterday,” Tati said.

“No way!” Mel said. “Only two teams ever beat the Boxers –the Bears and us.”

“They’ve got some new stars on their team: a flyer, a sprinter, and a distance swimmer. And their relays are crazy fast. Coach is worried.”

“A sprinter? How fast?” Mel’s eyes bugged out. She was starting to frighten me.

“25.75 yesterday, a win.”

Mel sagged against the pool wall. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t know these things.”

“Sorry,” Tati said. “Does it make a difference?”

“Well, yeah, because I’ll be up all night worrying about the 50’ s when I’d rather sleep like a baby.”

“Don’t psych yourself out, Mel. Think positive. Envision coming in first. If you see it, you’ll believe it, and if you believe it you’ll achieve it.” Tati quoted Coach. She was turning out to be a great team captain, understanding everyone’s strengths and weaknesses and acting as head cheerleader.

“A little competition is a good thing,” Erica said. Her season was right on track. She’d qualified for the Division Championships in all of her events, beat her personal best in the fly twice, and had recruiters sending her emails and letters every day.

“It’s good for all of us,” Tati said, the reigning queen. So far, no one was positioned to steal her crown. Other than the event where she lost to the Chinese exchange student, she’d won all of her races –the 100, the 200, the 500, and all of her relays. Her times hovered close to her personal bests. She was on target to break her own record in the 100 and 200, and then smash Allison Singer’s 500 record and win the scholarship. It was her year. Her father probably had his phone glued to his ear 24/ 7 fielding calls from recruiters. To date, Tati hadn’t said a word about which college she planned to attend.

“What about their breaststroker?” asked a worried Charlie.

“No worries, Charlie,” Tati said. “You’ve got it.”



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