Saturday, August 2, 2014

Story Saturdays

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She gazed at him, unblinking, and made to turn, but his hand cupping her chin, stopped her. Never had she felt more small and insignificant than she did right then, as if the entire earth wasn’t big enough for Neil Sanborn. Never had she felt more feminine, like the finest lace sewed to a leather vest.

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Estelle Moore was sent to Mossy Bottoms to evaluate struggling Sanborn Farms for her boss’s next investment. But from day one, the sight of the owners’ son, Neil, on a cowboy pin-up calendar seemed to set the tone for the visit.

He was amazing, and she had no idea who she was dealing with.

Yet what he is on the outside hides his battle within, and, five days later, it looks like what little time they’ve had together is over for good.

Best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, bring readers a story of love and courage that heals the heart.

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Look for two new books to be released at THE EDGE in the next few days. 



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Writing News:  I finished Book 2 of the Coralee Chronicles, THE BRIDE WEARS BLUE SNEAKERS. I also completed a YA short story, PICK ME. Both are on the editors' desks.

Also, stroll on over to the Grace Awards "Beach Book Bash" for a nice selection of Christian fiction stories, including my own TAKE ME AWAY.

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Today's storyline comes from TO SWIM AT MIDNIGHT, Scene 1 of Chapter 1. Tristan Scott has returned to his dad's vacation home to get it ready for sale, but his memories of a girl he knew when he was fifteen surface everywhere he looks.

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“I can’t believe you never sold this place.”

Tristan Scott turned his head left, his brow crinkling at the sight of the buxom brunette coming his way. Her flip flops made a steady snap-pop against the aged wood of the dock.

“Too many memories,” he said, “but it’s time, I think.”

She halted at his side and leaned her torso on the rail. It creaked and pulled free from its rusted nails, throwing her forward. He caught her with one hand and hauled her back. “Whoa.”

Mashing one hand mid-chest, she exhaled. “I am so not ready to swim.” She leaned against him, and he kissed her cheek. That seemed to only set her off. Wriggling free, she spun around and headed toward the bank, one hand clasped on the upper arm of the other. “I’ll be glad when you’re rid of it.”

Her words sounded final, and maybe they should. He’d hung on too long, his head full of old dreams, ones a fifteen year old boy had lived for. In his mind, back then, he’d planned to raise a family here, grow old on these banks, and pass it on to his own sons. His dad had been in the picture, bouncing grandchildren on his knees, taking them fishing. He was gone too soon, leaving a mountain of debt in his absence, which selling the house was supposed to relieve. Yet what should lift the weight from his shoulders had only added one to his heart.

He stared at Cassie’s retreating back then revolved on his heel and trailed his gaze across the water to a spot eight feet out where in his head it was midnight and the girl in his arms wasn’t Cassie. Brie Angier. Her name fit on his tongue, silky, and the years faded. He was fifteen again, running on racing hormones and impulse, completely consumed by her to the point he couldn’t breathe one moment without her there.



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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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