Saturday, March 1, 2014

Story Saturday

PAINTED BRIDE, Book 2 of the Best-Dressed Series, is available for sale at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. $2.99. If you enjoyed meeting Ludwig Fabrinni, then you'll love Haydn, his brother.

Here's this week's excerpts, including the first lines from a new story entitled, IT DON'T RAIN IN TEXAS.

He left her car somewhere on the road to Amarillo and walked six miles to the last truck stop. Swinging in the double doors of the diner, he looked for a possible ride and spotted the perfect pair of blue jeans stretched tight around curves that sang his name. Slipping onto the stool at her side, he signaled the girl behind the counter.

“Yeah?” She acted annoyed, lips compressed, one hand on her hip.

“Tonic water.”

Miss Blue Jeans turned her head, bringing two icy-green eyes to bear on his face. He gave her a teasing smile.

“Which way you headed?” she asked. Shoulder-length auburn curls swished against the collar of a black leather jacket.

“South. You?”

“I’m flexible,” she said.

“I’ll bet.”

“Forgive me, Lord,” he mumbled to himself. For stepping in this sacred place, a home dedicated to a couple with no idea how things would change.

His gaze moved across the table to the bowl of flowers placed in the center, their petals flopped over the rim, then to the wood stove with the cook pot sitting at an angle and a spoon dropped inside, and across to the rocker, the place where Aurelia sat so often, swaying back and forth.

He inhaled and walked across the little space to the doorway opposite and peered inside. The fragrance of her was everywhere, in the potpourri made from crushed roses she’d left on the dresser, to the lye soap she used to cleanse their clothing, to that intoxicating, feminine fragrance that lured him ever closer.

He lifted a handkerchief she’d left on the bed, fingering the lacy edges, and longing swept upward.

“Forgive me, Lord,” he said again.


He adjusted his grip on her wrists. “You know, there is a reason they want me dead, and it just might be because I’m a little too smart.”

She surged beneath him, flexing her legs and twisting her arms. “You insufferable, arrogant …”

He laughed. “When are you going to stop fighting me and realize we’re a great match?”

Suzanne D. Williams 
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

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