Disappearing Act & Excerpts

I'm sorry for dropping off the face of the blog earth...again. Life got a bit hectic with the holidays, sicknesses, new home, and work. Spare time to blog has been a rare commodity. I've still tried to pop into your blogs periodically and hopefully that will continue.

I've started two new writing projects and am devoting my time to learning the craft (No, not witchcraft). So...I'll be away for a while still. I'll miss you all, and can't wait to catch up once things settle down a bit.

In the meantime...here are excerpts from my current WIPs.

Phoenix - Paranormal Romance:

Sera checked her reflection in the rearview mirror. She knew her makeup was flawless, she’d taken an extra twenty-minutes to make sure of it. She had opted for a black pencil skirt and turquoise peep-toe pumps that showed off her tanned legs nicely. She undid another button on her white blouse, letting the hint of white lacey bra show. Then she rebuttoned it.

She was going for sexy, not slutty, she reminded herself. She felt foolish, dressing up for a man just because the last time he’d seen her she’d been in a t-shirt, torn jeans, and mud. She didn’t need to prove that she was attractive. She knew she had that appeal to certain men.

But it was just one man she wanted to make drool today.

She stepped out of the van and opened the back doors. She grabbed the cake board and grunted as she lifted the heavy cake, careful to keep the black and red icing away from her shirt.

“Do you need a hand?”

The voice startled her. The cake slid and a black line of icing pressed against her breasts.

Great. Could she just once not jump out of her skin when she heard his voice?

Aidan walked over and grabbed the cake from her. She looked down and saw her perfectly pressed shirt ruined. She saw Aidan was looking at her breasts too. She arched her right eyebrow when his gaze raised to hers.

“Hey. It’s not my fault. I’m a man with a pulse, we can’t help but notice black smears.”

She smiled and tried not to laugh at herself. Why had she even bothered trying to impress this guy? Apparently anything with boobs would do.


Artless - Young Adult Romance

Alice figured she'd survived twelve first days of high school. And she was only a sophomore.

The worst part of first days, even worse than the stares and the muttering, was giving her introduction.

So here she stood in front of her Math class, deciding where she should be from this time.

Georgia?

No. Then she'd have to use an accent and that hadn't been fun three- no, four schools ago.

Hawaii?

Yeah right. Like anyone would believe her pale skin ever saw the sands of a beach.

"I'm from North Dakota," she heard herself say. Well, too late to take it back now. She'd just have to do some research on North Dakota, and fast.