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Sample Sunday ~ April 17
It's Sample Sunday again!! I thought I would put up a sample from Tempo Rubato this week. It is currently selling for only $.99 at Amazon for Kindle and available in paperback as well for $19.95. I realize that is a very high price, but the book is very long and unfortunately I cannot lower the price or I certainly would. It is an adventurous romp from Austria to West Texas to East Florida with stops in between as the good guys try to escape from the bad guys. The novel is a tribute to my favorite classical composer, Wolfgang Mozart, and includes elements of Sci-Fi, Paranormal Romance and Time Travel adventure. Now for the sample:
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Tempo-Rubato-St...
Paperback
The characters are on the run, but somehow the leading antagonist is still with them it seems.
“Edward!” She whispered urgently and held up the towel. He came to look at it grimacing at the sight of the blood.
“What’s that?” He asked frowning.
“I thought he was sick last night.” She said. “But I didn’t realize...”
Edward went to bend over the sleeping form and peered closely at him.
“He doesn’t look any different than usual.” He whispered.
“Should I?” William opened one eye and looked up at him.
Edward straightened up quickly.
“Well, I don’t know.” He said and shrugged. “You tell me, old buddy.” He held up the towel.
“It’s nothing.” William mumbled and climbed out of the bed.
“Where’s Derek?” He asked and was answered by Derek himself as he emerged from the bathroom.
“Good morning all.” Derek said cheerfully. “Next!”
“You go.” Edward looked at Elisse. “I want to talk to Derek about my clothes.”
Elisse took the bloody towel from Edward and picked up her new clothes before making her way to the bathroom. Now she had something new to ponder. What could possibly be causing him to cough up blood? Surely it was nothing serious, she lied to herself grimly trying to recall every disease in the known world which would produce such a symptom.
Wearing the new clothes and Vash’s makeup, Elisse felt like a million dollars. She came out to find everyone waiting for her. William looked very strange in the flowered shirt, but he seemed quite pleased with Derek’s pick. He passed her on the way to bathroom and winked at her as if to say ‘it’s all right’.
“I’m off to find breakfast and new wheels.” Derek told them and left her with Edward.
Edward immediately returned to the subject of William’s illness.
“How long has he been doing that?” He asked in a low voice.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen it.” She said sitting on the bed brushing her hair.
“I’ve never seen anything like that mess Frieda left him in back at the company compound.” Edward opened the door to peek outside. “I thought that the blood came from his fight with those guys. You know, when he lost his tooth?”
“Yes, I remember.” She said and shuddered at the thought. “So did I.”
“It makes no sense.” Edward closed the door. “What do you think will happen to us? We can’t keep running. Frieda will catch us sooner or later.”
“That’s true.” She said quietly. “But I really haven’t had time to think. I’ve been too busy just trying to survive each minute.”
Edward laughed and went to look at his head again. “I know what you mean.” He said in earnest. “I told you that you would be very busy in your new job. They will never pay you what its worth.”
William came out to join them and went to sit on the bed by Elisse.
“I should have killed her.” He said in a low voice speaking German.
She stopped brushing her hair in mid-stroke and looked at him. She had almost forgotten about the horrible threat he had made to Frieda in the hospital. It had seemed like an empty threat made in the heat of the moment.
“She won’t leave me alone.” He said rubbing the back of his head. He took her hairbrush and began to brush his own hair. “She told me I couldn’t run away.”
“You dreamed of her?” Elisse took the brush back and took over the job for him.
“No!” He said. “....yes. No, it was very real.”
“English.” Edward said with little enthusiasm and picked up his dirty clothes from the floor to begin cleaning out the pockets and headed toward the bathroom for his turn at the plush amenities offered by the grimy little establishment.
William ignored Edward. “She is here in my head.” He pointed at his temple.
“She is a terrible woman.” Elisse sympathized with him. “I don’t know how she does what she does, but she can’t reach you here and when...”
“No!” He said and caught her hand to stop the brushing. “She is inside my head. When I go to sleep, she is there. And sometimes even when I’m awake she’s there.”
“I don’t understand.” Elisse said in English.
“Me either.” Edward stuck his head out of the bathroom to look at them. “I really wish you would speak English.”
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Tempo-Rubato-St...
Paperback
The characters are on the run, but somehow the leading antagonist is still with them it seems.
“Edward!” She whispered urgently and held up the towel. He came to look at it grimacing at the sight of the blood.
“What’s that?” He asked frowning.
“I thought he was sick last night.” She said. “But I didn’t realize...”
Edward went to bend over the sleeping form and peered closely at him.
“He doesn’t look any different than usual.” He whispered.
“Should I?” William opened one eye and looked up at him.
Edward straightened up quickly.
“Well, I don’t know.” He said and shrugged. “You tell me, old buddy.” He held up the towel.
“It’s nothing.” William mumbled and climbed out of the bed.
“Where’s Derek?” He asked and was answered by Derek himself as he emerged from the bathroom.
“Good morning all.” Derek said cheerfully. “Next!”
“You go.” Edward looked at Elisse. “I want to talk to Derek about my clothes.”
Elisse took the bloody towel from Edward and picked up her new clothes before making her way to the bathroom. Now she had something new to ponder. What could possibly be causing him to cough up blood? Surely it was nothing serious, she lied to herself grimly trying to recall every disease in the known world which would produce such a symptom.
Wearing the new clothes and Vash’s makeup, Elisse felt like a million dollars. She came out to find everyone waiting for her. William looked very strange in the flowered shirt, but he seemed quite pleased with Derek’s pick. He passed her on the way to bathroom and winked at her as if to say ‘it’s all right’.
“I’m off to find breakfast and new wheels.” Derek told them and left her with Edward.
Edward immediately returned to the subject of William’s illness.
“How long has he been doing that?” He asked in a low voice.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen it.” She said sitting on the bed brushing her hair.
“I’ve never seen anything like that mess Frieda left him in back at the company compound.” Edward opened the door to peek outside. “I thought that the blood came from his fight with those guys. You know, when he lost his tooth?”
“Yes, I remember.” She said and shuddered at the thought. “So did I.”
“It makes no sense.” Edward closed the door. “What do you think will happen to us? We can’t keep running. Frieda will catch us sooner or later.”
“That’s true.” She said quietly. “But I really haven’t had time to think. I’ve been too busy just trying to survive each minute.”
Edward laughed and went to look at his head again. “I know what you mean.” He said in earnest. “I told you that you would be very busy in your new job. They will never pay you what its worth.”
William came out to join them and went to sit on the bed by Elisse.
“I should have killed her.” He said in a low voice speaking German.
She stopped brushing her hair in mid-stroke and looked at him. She had almost forgotten about the horrible threat he had made to Frieda in the hospital. It had seemed like an empty threat made in the heat of the moment.
“She won’t leave me alone.” He said rubbing the back of his head. He took her hairbrush and began to brush his own hair. “She told me I couldn’t run away.”
“You dreamed of her?” Elisse took the brush back and took over the job for him.
“No!” He said. “....yes. No, it was very real.”
“English.” Edward said with little enthusiasm and picked up his dirty clothes from the floor to begin cleaning out the pockets and headed toward the bathroom for his turn at the plush amenities offered by the grimy little establishment.
William ignored Edward. “She is here in my head.” He pointed at his temple.
“She is a terrible woman.” Elisse sympathized with him. “I don’t know how she does what she does, but she can’t reach you here and when...”
“No!” He said and caught her hand to stop the brushing. “She is inside my head. When I go to sleep, she is there. And sometimes even when I’m awake she’s there.”
“I don’t understand.” Elisse said in English.
“Me either.” Edward stuck his head out of the bathroom to look at them. “I really wish you would speak English.”
Sample Sunday ~ June 19
This sample is from Tempo Rubato, my tribute to Wolfgang Mozart and one of my first attempts at writing a full-length novel. Tempo Rubato is a musical term meaning "stolen time". The novel is essentially a paranormal romance with adventure, a little sci-fi and humor thrown in for good measure (pardon the pun). Currently, it is available at Amazon for $.99.
“Aha.” He said. “Here we go. This will make you feel better.”
He brought her shoes and her underwear from the drawer along with his own shoes and vest. He stood holding her bra and panties delicately between two fingers.
“I know they aren’t much,” He frowned at her. “But...”
She snatched her things from him and hurried to the small bathroom to put them on. He was right, her tears dried up and she did feel better. When she came out, he was fully dressed again with everything but the missing sword.
He raised his eyebrows at her playfully. “Do you still love me?” She nodded, close to tears again. How could he be so calm?
“At least we will be ready for whatever comes.” He said taking her hands. “There is no use worrying. Smile for me, Lisserl. I’ve seen worse days.”
She smiled in spite of herself and he danced her around the room to music she could not hear. He hummed softly as he held her close and she felt like a child he was attempting to console.
He kissed her again and laughed. “I am living Tempo Rubato. Stolen time.” He told her. “If I die today, I will have lived three years longer than my enemies wished so long ago. And if I die holding you, then I will die happy. What more could I ask?”
She believed he truly meant what he said and was about to comment on it when they heard two small pops from the other room. He froze and frowned slightly at her.
They turned slowly together in unison to face the door. He put one arm around her shoulders and she clutched the front of his coat. The doorknob turned and the door opened quietly on its hinges.
Tempo Rubato
“Aha.” He said. “Here we go. This will make you feel better.”
He brought her shoes and her underwear from the drawer along with his own shoes and vest. He stood holding her bra and panties delicately between two fingers.
“I know they aren’t much,” He frowned at her. “But...”
She snatched her things from him and hurried to the small bathroom to put them on. He was right, her tears dried up and she did feel better. When she came out, he was fully dressed again with everything but the missing sword.
He raised his eyebrows at her playfully. “Do you still love me?” She nodded, close to tears again. How could he be so calm?
“At least we will be ready for whatever comes.” He said taking her hands. “There is no use worrying. Smile for me, Lisserl. I’ve seen worse days.”
She smiled in spite of herself and he danced her around the room to music she could not hear. He hummed softly as he held her close and she felt like a child he was attempting to console.
He kissed her again and laughed. “I am living Tempo Rubato. Stolen time.” He told her. “If I die today, I will have lived three years longer than my enemies wished so long ago. And if I die holding you, then I will die happy. What more could I ask?”
She believed he truly meant what he said and was about to comment on it when they heard two small pops from the other room. He froze and frowned slightly at her.
They turned slowly together in unison to face the door. He put one arm around her shoulders and she clutched the front of his coat. The doorknob turned and the door opened quietly on its hinges.
Tempo Rubato
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