Happy Thanksgiving and something for you inside!
For all my US readers...Happy Thanksgiving week! Even in the midst of this weird year, I hope you can find something to be thankful for. I'm thankful for all of YOU. My readers mean the world to me!
And for everyone outside the US...happy last week of November! :)
Trusting Skyler>, the first book in my new Silverstone series, comes out in less than 7 days! EEK! I shared the first chapter last week, (and it's on my website), so this week I thought I'd give you a short excerpt and a teaser graphic (See below).
I also have some exciting news to share about a books project I’ve been involved with. I teamed up with 120+ other authors to create BingeBooks. It’s a brand new online community built for readers and just launched last week. You can search the books in a series in order, and binge an author’s complete backlist, see all ofon early chapters until you find what you like. Basically, it’s a site for book lovers to help you discover your next great read. It’s also a social network, so I hope you’ll do me a favor and head here to like and follow me: Binge Books
I hope you all are hanging in there. This truly has been a tough year in many respects for most people. Books have been my refuge, and I hope yours too. While you're taking care of those around you, don't forget to take care of yourself too.
~Susan
Excerpt from Trusting Skylar
“Can I ask a question?” Skylar asked.
“Of course. You can ask me anything,” Carson told her.
“What’s up with the baby seat in the back?”
She watched him carefully to see if he looked guilty about something or tried to lie to her, but his facial expression didn’t change in the least. “We’ve got seats in about half our trucks, and dispatchers are trained to ask if the pickup includes children. We just want to be prepared to transport little kids if necessary.”
It was a good answer. A very good answer.
“And under your seat is a bag with stuffed animals,” he continued. “We get called to a lot of wrecks, and sometimes the kids are scared and upset. If the firefighters or cops haven’t already given them a toy, we’ll do the honors.”
“That’s . . . amazing.”
Carson shrugged. “It’s all part of being a decent human being. Caring about others. My friends and I want Silverstone to be a good place to work and able to offer a safe service for people in need. Most of the time when our services are needed, it’s because someone isn’t having a good day at all. Making their life easier by having a car seat or making their kid smile by giving them a stuffed animal makes the experience just a little bit better. Or at least we hope it does.”
Then he smiled. “And if they have a good experience with Silverstone, maybe they’ll tell their friends, and our business will continue to grow and prosper.”
Skylar chuckled. “I’d say that business model is working for you. Silverstone was the first towing company I thought of when I pulled onto the side of the road.”
“Good. That’s what we want.” Carson flipped on his blinker, and the next thing Skylar knew, they were pulling into a service station. He maneuvered the tow truck with her car behind it as easily as if he were driving a small sedan. He pulled up at the front door of the business and said, “Hang on while I come around,” before jumping out of the truck.
Skylar shook her head and undid her seat belt. She could manage to get out of the truck just fine on her own. She opened her door . . .
Okay, maybe she couldn’t. She knew the truck sat high but hadn’t realized exactly how high until she was looking down at the ground from inside.
Then Carson was there in front of her, grinning knowingly. “Let me help,” he said, not commenting on the fact she obviously hadn’t planned to wait for him.
Not sure how this was going to work, Skylar squeaked in surprise when large hands gripped her around the waist and physically lifted her off the seat. She managed to keep hold of the flowers even as she grabbed his biceps for balance when he put her on her feet.
“Thanks,” she said a little breathlessly.
“You’re welcome,” he returned.
Neither moved for a long moment. Carson’s hands stayed at her waist, and she stood there holding his arms, staring up at him, her mind a complete blank.
“Hey!” a loud, cheery voice called, startling them both.
But instead of dropping his hands, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t, Carson merely shifted his hold. He turned to stand next to her, and one of his hands rested lightly on the small of her back.
It should’ve felt creepy. Having a man she didn’t really know put his hands on her. But it didn’t.
And for everyone outside the US...happy last week of November! :)
Trusting Skyler>, the first book in my new Silverstone series, comes out in less than 7 days! EEK! I shared the first chapter last week, (and it's on my website), so this week I thought I'd give you a short excerpt and a teaser graphic (See below).
I also have some exciting news to share about a books project I’ve been involved with. I teamed up with 120+ other authors to create BingeBooks. It’s a brand new online community built for readers and just launched last week. You can search the books in a series in order, and binge an author’s complete backlist, see all ofon early chapters until you find what you like. Basically, it’s a site for book lovers to help you discover your next great read. It’s also a social network, so I hope you’ll do me a favor and head here to like and follow me: Binge Books
I hope you all are hanging in there. This truly has been a tough year in many respects for most people. Books have been my refuge, and I hope yours too. While you're taking care of those around you, don't forget to take care of yourself too.
~Susan
Excerpt from Trusting Skylar
“Can I ask a question?” Skylar asked.
“Of course. You can ask me anything,” Carson told her.
“What’s up with the baby seat in the back?”
She watched him carefully to see if he looked guilty about something or tried to lie to her, but his facial expression didn’t change in the least. “We’ve got seats in about half our trucks, and dispatchers are trained to ask if the pickup includes children. We just want to be prepared to transport little kids if necessary.”
It was a good answer. A very good answer.
“And under your seat is a bag with stuffed animals,” he continued. “We get called to a lot of wrecks, and sometimes the kids are scared and upset. If the firefighters or cops haven’t already given them a toy, we’ll do the honors.”
“That’s . . . amazing.”
Carson shrugged. “It’s all part of being a decent human being. Caring about others. My friends and I want Silverstone to be a good place to work and able to offer a safe service for people in need. Most of the time when our services are needed, it’s because someone isn’t having a good day at all. Making their life easier by having a car seat or making their kid smile by giving them a stuffed animal makes the experience just a little bit better. Or at least we hope it does.”
Then he smiled. “And if they have a good experience with Silverstone, maybe they’ll tell their friends, and our business will continue to grow and prosper.”
Skylar chuckled. “I’d say that business model is working for you. Silverstone was the first towing company I thought of when I pulled onto the side of the road.”
“Good. That’s what we want.” Carson flipped on his blinker, and the next thing Skylar knew, they were pulling into a service station. He maneuvered the tow truck with her car behind it as easily as if he were driving a small sedan. He pulled up at the front door of the business and said, “Hang on while I come around,” before jumping out of the truck.
Skylar shook her head and undid her seat belt. She could manage to get out of the truck just fine on her own. She opened her door . . .
Okay, maybe she couldn’t. She knew the truck sat high but hadn’t realized exactly how high until she was looking down at the ground from inside.
Then Carson was there in front of her, grinning knowingly. “Let me help,” he said, not commenting on the fact she obviously hadn’t planned to wait for him.
Not sure how this was going to work, Skylar squeaked in surprise when large hands gripped her around the waist and physically lifted her off the seat. She managed to keep hold of the flowers even as she grabbed his biceps for balance when he put her on her feet.
“Thanks,” she said a little breathlessly.
“You’re welcome,” he returned.
Neither moved for a long moment. Carson’s hands stayed at her waist, and she stood there holding his arms, staring up at him, her mind a complete blank.
“Hey!” a loud, cheery voice called, startling them both.
But instead of dropping his hands, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t, Carson merely shifted his hold. He turned to stand next to her, and one of his hands rested lightly on the small of her back.
It should’ve felt creepy. Having a man she didn’t really know put his hands on her. But it didn’t.
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