Saturday, August 15, 2015

Story Saturdays

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ME & TIMOTHY COOPER
*teenage romance
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THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 1
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SECRET ADMIRER
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FLIGHT RISK (The Italian Series) Book 1
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IT DON'T RAIN IN TEXAS
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TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
YA Romantic Suspense. Only 99 cents!
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Writing News:

I will be doing another email subscriber only giveaway in the near future. Tell your friends, have them subscribe, and look for the book information and the giveaway date within a short time.

I have finally taken the time to break the 3 books included in the ME & TIMOTHY COOPER paperback into 3 separate books. You will now be able to purchase the story that matches, I KISSED THE BOY NEXT DOOR and THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE as their own paperbacks. Look for the sale links under "Amazon" for each book on the blog's catalog page. Books should be online within a few days.

Today's excerpt is another portion from my new release, TAKE MY BREATH AWAY, now available for purchase. In this scene, Troy and Hannah have their first, somewhat unsettling, meeting.

Excerpt:
He was taller than she expected, once up close, perhaps six-foot-one or so, and imposing. She put that down to his apparent unhappiness and therefore, partially dreaded what she had to say.

“Troy Lansing. Maura said you wanted to speak with me?”

He talked deep, like he sang, harmonic, almost.

Hannah stood to her feet, her nerves taking hold. “Yeah … I’m sorry to tell you this, but I … I had an accident. Outside?” She paused to inhale.

Why did this boy make her so nervous?

“My tire blew, not sure why, but I … I lost control and ran into a green pickup?” This last bit squeaked out too high-pitched, and embarrassment swamped her. She could, at least, sound confident and mature, not like a fifteen-year-old.

“You hit my truck?” He scowled, thick brows forming a line.

Hannah gulped, her throat dry. “I … guess? I’m really sorry. My dad …”

He blew out a breath, waving one arm outward. “Great. That’s all I need … for some … tourist … to come prancing in here …”

“Tourist?” Her anger sparked. “I admit I’ve never been here before, but …”

“There you go then,” he said.



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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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