#SweetSat: Afterglow
Since my last Sweet Saturday post, I've had some exciting news. My romantic comedy, Afterglow, has been contracted by Champagne Books for a Jan. 2013 release.
So, without further ado, my Sweet Saturday Sample, the opening of Afterglow:
My first affair with Cherry Garcia lasted nearly threeweeks. It ended when my best friend Eva threw a shoe at my head. My Reeboksneaker to be exact. "Enough," said Eva from the bedroom door. "You cannotwallow forever. Besides which, I am getting very tired of walking alone. I'vestarted talking to myself, for God's sake. I've started talking to the dogsalong the way." She raised her arms like a conductor ready to strike up theband. "Get your hiney downstairs infive minutes or I will dress you myself." She turned with runway model flourish and sauntered away. I do meansauntered. Eva was nothing if not dramatic. I should never have given Eva a key to myhouse. But I had given Eva a key and she was repaying my trust by yelling upthe stairs, "Five minutes India," as though it were a curtain call. Knowingthat there was not the slightest chance that she'd give up and go away, I gotup, dug my oldest sweats from the bottom of the hamper and put on bothsneakers. "Youlook like misery's leftovers," said Eva when I came down the stairs. I gave herwhat I thought was a smoldering look though in truth I don't smolder well.
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So, without further ado, my Sweet Saturday Sample, the opening of Afterglow:
My first affair with Cherry Garcia lasted nearly threeweeks. It ended when my best friend Eva threw a shoe at my head. My Reeboksneaker to be exact. "Enough," said Eva from the bedroom door. "You cannotwallow forever. Besides which, I am getting very tired of walking alone. I'vestarted talking to myself, for God's sake. I've started talking to the dogsalong the way." She raised her arms like a conductor ready to strike up theband. "Get your hiney downstairs infive minutes or I will dress you myself." She turned with runway model flourish and sauntered away. I do meansauntered. Eva was nothing if not dramatic. I should never have given Eva a key to myhouse. But I had given Eva a key and she was repaying my trust by yelling upthe stairs, "Five minutes India," as though it were a curtain call. Knowingthat there was not the slightest chance that she'd give up and go away, I gotup, dug my oldest sweats from the bottom of the hamper and put on bothsneakers. "Youlook like misery's leftovers," said Eva when I came down the stairs. I gave herwhat I thought was a smoldering look though in truth I don't smolder well.
Thanks for stopping by. For more sweet treats, check out Sweet Saturday Samples
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