WeWriWa: “A Setting Made for Sin,” A Risk-Taking Ranger
It’s always a surprising pleasure to read over what you’ve written and think to yourself, “Dang, that’s good!” And when you finally finish, you huff out a breath and think to yourself, is that it? No more? I want more! That’s why it’s taking sooooo long for me to get my latest romantic suspense ready to format – I don’t want to let the story go. Here’s a tease from A RISK-TAKING RANGER . . .
The Excerpt
I’ve spent the past few days so caught up in the characters, I’ve forgotten that I was supposed to be editing. I’ve got just a few chapters left to read through (where the real hard work begins to properly build the tension!) so I’m not yet ready to pat myself on the back. There’s some work to do to tie up all the threads into a neat tapestry worth hanging on the wall with the rest of my book covers. Then I can escape the solitude of my office desk to drive across the state for a two-week vacay with one of my critique partner besties. There, I can read it over as a reader to make sure it’s in publishing shape. Fingers crossed I have nothing to do but kick back and binge on Netflix! And then it’s cover art time!
Joshua Baxter came from money, the kind that grabbed up acres by the thousands and voters by the counties, enough to buy his grandfather a state office from which he’d retired and his father a local seat of prestige and power. His daddy owned and operated a luxurious golf resort complete with spa retreat that offered all the pricey, youth-promising treatments wealthy city dwellers craved enough to plop down a small fortune toward dubious results. All the incomes combined in this dusty part of West Texas couldn’t match what the high school senior stood to inherit. Charity wasn’t something he’d learned at home, that home being an oasis in a desert of poverty. Taking what he thought he deserved was the lesson handed down to him, along with a sleek foreign car and his own living quarters in an elaborate pool house behind the family mansion. A nervous housemaid directed the two men back after reluctantly revealing that the wealthy Casanova was not alone.
It was all Zayn could do to control his friend without resorting to a headlock as the anxious and outraged father flung open the door to a setting steeped in sin.
Low lights, a moaning pop ballad playing, an empty bottle of wine and two pairs of suggestive entwined bared legs sparked something in Zayn he hadn’t known he possessed. Something akin to parental fury.
“Texas Ranger,” he bellowed. “Best be making yourselves decent!”
A satisfying flurry of panic preceded a flood of lights from above, illuminating two frantic teens squirming into their cast-off clothing. One was an irate billionaire’s son.
The other, who’d been enjoying his company, was not Lenna Lupan.
What about you? Any getaways planned for these steamy days (at least, they are here in Michigan! 90s! And not a dry heat! Whew!)?
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